<?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-2663422563947515537</id><updated>2012-01-29T03:13:45.067+08:00</updated><category term='Applied Studies'/><category term='Game mode: ON'/><category term='LOL'/><category term='Holiday Trip'/><category term='Stab me'/><category term='SERIOUSLY?'/><category term='Health Issues'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='The Little voice'/><category term='Relationship for Dummies'/><category term='Top 10'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='A New Year'/><category term=':P'/><category term='Lovey dovey'/><category term='Movie Buff'/><category term='Bitterness'/><category term='Shopaholic'/><category term='Parenting Pill'/><category term='S Group'/><category term='Gluttony'/><category term='SIFE'/><category term='Louie'/><category term='The L word'/><category term='Internship'/><category term='Sunny U'/><category term='Animal Control'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Ah Ben'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='Kumon'/><category term='Food for Thought'/><category term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>The Sound Of The Silence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>351</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4127277222208911802</id><published>2012-01-29T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T01:51:52.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Who do you think you are?</title><content type='html'>There are just some things in life you can't help but wanna share. Some easier to explain. Others you can only wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the biggest trouble with that last bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can prevent every bad thing from happening I would do just about anything but there are some things I believe no matter how many times you tell the person "YOU ARE WALKING TOWARDS THE WALL", they just won't listen. My dad is one of them. Why? Because he has this belief that&amp;nbsp;out of the 99 things you often worry about day and night, only 2 would actually happen, so don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me sound like an old uncool woman, standing next to him. In my defense.... I haven't any &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. Truthfully, I'm the most uncool person anyone could ever meet. My sister has always joked about my kids loving her more because she's the only one who would give them candy. In my defense... candy gives you tooth decay, people!! In her defense... I'm still uncool. You know the movie "Chicken Little"? Yea, I would actually be the one worrying about the sky falling. When I'm sitting in the car and I have no exam stress to worry about, I would think of as many life-threatening scenarios I can possibly be put in and ponder on the best moves to escape. Ben has been the victim of this and he thinks I'm crazy but anything is possible, man. Scenario Analysis is the best chance we've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me.. what would you do if you know something would happen if the circumstances now didn't change but no one would listen to you because you have a paranoid reputation? Let them bang the wall a few times until they hit&amp;nbsp;realization??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah that was actually one of my ideas during a leadership workshop class: "Question: your brother/sister is always playing computer games and not focusing on their studies. What should you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leave them to fail and then lead by example. They're not stupid. They can connect the dots -.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But saying is always easier than doing. Now when it is really happening.. I just don't know whether I can just stand by and watch.&amp;nbsp;&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;If only words were enough.&lt;br /&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/-uMqdKsTly5Y/TyQ1oARDwgI/AAAAAAAACfE/-MuSRxw13Zs/s1600/18420073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMqdKsTly5Y/TyQ1oARDwgI/AAAAAAAACfE/-MuSRxw13Zs/s400/18420073.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4127277222208911802?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4127277222208911802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-do-you-think-you-are.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4127277222208911802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4127277222208911802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2012/01/who-do-you-think-you-are.html' title='Who do you think you are?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMqdKsTly5Y/TyQ1oARDwgI/AAAAAAAACfE/-MuSRxw13Zs/s72-c/18420073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5477984238572632198</id><published>2012-01-03T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:19:06.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><title type='text'>Day #10 Kick-off</title><content type='html'>Last week my new found friend Joycelyn told me that her friend got kicked out from the kick-off meeting. I don't know what you're thinking but I know mine spelled S.A.D. = SAD as soon as I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANYWAYS I had my first one today :) It felt good being part of something. Last week I was close to shitting in my pants while I googled what really is a kick-off meeting when they say it in audit. Well, thank goodness there's no need for imagination anymore. I was getting kinda nervous until I got more nervous from 3 to 5pm today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a rough sketch, a kick-off meeting is where every team member in an engagement team sits together with mentos sweets on the table ^_^ and discuss the things to prepare for before heading to the client's place to audit. Some matters that are to be discussed are such as the background of the company, timeline of the audit, task allocation among members, materiality (the most famous word in the office!!), documentation requirements and my favourite topic of them all = CLAIMS :D.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was worried that I was too unprepared for it though. Audit has got me so rigid these days. Even Steven (the boy who never takes his eyes off the slides in Investment class) is more rebellious than I now D: (as you can see how badly my reputation is ruined). And it didn't help my confidence when my seniors only told me to bring a notebook either (and by this they mean the traditional notebook... not even the laptop kind -.-). But all is well when the meeting started. Like I said it felt good :). I know Ms.Madeline said that we should observe the culture of the company and not just blindly work our ass off for money but the thing is... I was thinking to myself that even if Ms.Madeline hadn't had reminded us of this, this would have been all too noticeable for any newbie at PwC. The director, Mr.Herbert today didn't mind recapping on the background of our client for the benefit of those new to the project. He too emphasized on efficiency and preferred if we had work-life balance. At the end of the meeting, my boss's boss, whom now I refer to as Boss also reminded the seniors to explain to the juniors "why? why? why?" whenever they give any orders. They don't want people doing things without knowing the reason and to ensure this they even have a performance review of which every member is encouraged to write one for their own self-development. So I guess you can say I'm starting to see colours at work ;) despite my&amp;nbsp;melodramas&amp;nbsp;last week :P and my expecting late nights ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The audit starts next week but there's already loads of the things to prepare for now &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;. More elearns to complete and more research to do. The director and the manager of my engagement team already hinted me today: "now we know these clients prefer to only talk to those they are familiar with so to prevent them from bullying you you have to be professional".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my dilemma now is how am I gonna transform me from a 2-week-old intern into a 2-year-old professional in 5 days? o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*/seeks_advice*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5477984238572632198?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5477984238572632198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-10-kick-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5477984238572632198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5477984238572632198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-10-kick-off.html' title='Day #10 Kick-off'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7886071825972170092</id><published>2011-12-27T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:13:21.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10'/><title type='text'>Day #6</title><content type='html'>Random thought: They say if you can't look after yourself don't get another dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids, it's 5 days to the year of 2012; the year where everyone speaks as if our heads may be blown from our bodies and what remains will merely be left as food for the strongest organism in the world. Mutated cockroaches. Science believe they can withstand even the most ruthless nuclear bombing but they cannot tell you what I have been stressing all these times. What I say now may seem insignificant if cockroaches really rule the world but WHAT IF 2012 is just a rumor?? :O What if there is still &lt;b&gt;2 0 1 3 &lt;/b&gt;?&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, we must prepare ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;WORK FOREVER! ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearies, I speak today with added experience. 6 days is long enough. I cannot be selfish. I cannot withhold this information to myself any longer. Kids... work life is no stroll at the beach but we cannot be naive to think that the world is going to end and we don't have to deal with this anymore. WE CANNOT BE IGNORANT. WE CANNOT SIT AND CRY "WHY U NO EXIST.. RICH HUSBAND?". Because they just don't exist &amp;gt;'( It's time to face Tsunami, kids.... Work.... is like trolling with a bitch; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;you think you can mess with them but they are the ones messing with you &amp;gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You thought you have come prepared but like Sherlock Holmes they can predict your every move. Outsmart them you think you can but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srDLUIISbKA/TvnLRsJcKlI/AAAAAAAACew/nAK9Jb-VW_Y/s1600/impossibru_203289.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srDLUIISbKA/TvnLRsJcKlI/AAAAAAAACew/nAK9Jb-VW_Y/s320/impossibru_203289.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... they'll scare you from behind again.&lt;/i&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: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I want to give advice but I myself have no clue what to do. Literally, my biggest fear is the sheer possibility of them leaving me in a room. Not one that is empty but filled with million of things in queue..... and yet I stand there with nothing to contribute. Haha sometimes I sit and think... if 2012 really happened, what number would I be holding? How many numbers will be ahead of me before they choose me to board the Ark? How important do I have to be?&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: left;"&gt;Kids, we've got to make our mark. It may be 2023 before it really happens.&amp;nbsp;&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: left;"&gt;Until then...I am afraid but I'm keeping my mind open. Maybe one of these days I'll step out of oblivion.&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;/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: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Top&lt;/s&gt; 10 Experiences/Lessons faced/learned during Internship after 6 Days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hardcore Audit Training for 4 Days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to work a scanner &amp;lt;--- DON'T JUDGE THIS TOO QUICKLY! It's not just PAPER IN and press SCAN!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What forms to fill to get papers stapled and bound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What forms to fill to get mails sent out or prepared for collection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HOW TO FILL IN FORMS?!?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to remember your password to ON your laptop, to LOG ON to your company's system, to ACCESS your audit system, to SIGN IN to your HR Avenue, to USE your company's search web..and the list goes on....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch is always optional.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malaysia LRT is not that bad lah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smiling can bring you a long way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's hard to tell who is a manager these days. And I mean that in a good way :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/2663422563947515537-7886071825972170092?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7886071825972170092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7886071825972170092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7886071825972170092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-6.html' title='Day #6'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srDLUIISbKA/TvnLRsJcKlI/AAAAAAAACew/nAK9Jb-VW_Y/s72-c/impossibru_203289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-979533068662123859</id><published>2011-12-06T20:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:43:03.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is an exceptionally good day :D Not only was Investment Management do-able but I got a little surprise waiting for me in my gmail when I got back from school :)&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: left;"&gt;Just thinking about my flabbergasted reaction when I saw something not-Groupon (like finally =_=) peeping out of my inbox...oh thank god for no hidden cameras. But yes :) :) :) oh boy oh boy oh boy :) :) :)&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: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;I got an invitation to Nuffnang's Asia Pacific Blog Awards 2011!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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: left;"&gt;Hahah I can't believe it. I read the email again and again, checking whether they were just sending me a "thank you" notification for participating BUT NO :D :D :D it was a please-RSVP-mail and oh I can't help it but it's reallyyyy so good to be invited to something so exclusive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8u9QrwSHYfY/Tt4FoFaApfI/AAAAAAAACeU/4d9b9_gF0uk/s1600/379403_10150421312102252_638662251_8907371_1262691669_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8u9QrwSHYfY/Tt4FoFaApfI/AAAAAAAACeU/4d9b9_gF0uk/s320/379403_10150421312102252_638662251_8907371_1262691669_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a town girl but now I feel so privileged :P It's funny how a simple invitation can make me so happy. I couldn't keep it within me. Despite knowing my phone bill is sure to hit rocket-sky high this month (now with exams going on, I have to keep myself updated with tips), I quickly dialed for Michelle - the woman who I owe everything to for she reminded me day and night about the &lt;a href="http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/nuffnang-blog-awards-here-i-come.html"&gt;blog post&lt;/a&gt; deadline, and squealed like a kid on sugar rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in the library but I didn't care. I was overly excited. It was a replica of like how Jenny from Gossip Girl finally got accepted by Blaire as a stepsister or something. Lol it's that impossible.. too impossible that when it finally happened the Jenny within me leashed out and started doing skips like there was an actual rope continuously swinging beneath me, screaming "OMG OMG OMG Mummy!! THEY ACTUALLY CHOSE ME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Is this the one they haven't paid you wan?" (talking about some ad I did last last month)&lt;br /&gt;"OMG NOOO THIS IS BIGGER! You get to see the GRAMMY AWARDS"&lt;br /&gt;"So it's just about food? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;"NOOOOO!! I'll have to buy a dress!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Buy dress again!???"&lt;br /&gt;*skips skips skips*&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you so happy???"&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY CHOSE ME."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness, haha if there was a Cool Award I would totally be at the bottom of the bottom list. But yes :D today my day was made by an electronic message from a corporation that probably evades its taxes, screws off social work and underpays its employees like any Wall Street unit but I don't care.. because I. got. in. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-979533068662123859?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/979533068662123859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/12/acceptance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/979533068662123859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/979533068662123859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/12/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8u9QrwSHYfY/Tt4FoFaApfI/AAAAAAAACeU/4d9b9_gF0uk/s72-c/379403_10150421312102252_638662251_8907371_1262691669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7250040127219339264</id><published>2011-11-21T20:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:59:20.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><title type='text'>Without Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.... you get no disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" 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/-PkAQyZigZjE/TspDm_iXNiI/AAAAAAAACeE/dgKS0XHLCVM/s1600/Immortals%25282011%2529%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PkAQyZigZjE/TspDm_iXNiI/AAAAAAAACeE/dgKS0XHLCVM/s400/Immortals%25282011%2529%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in less than 2 weeks and what am I doing to ensure grades with flying colours? Well, indulge in a movie of course. I'm so out of my mind @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I finally watched IMMORTALS!! Everyone has been talking about it for the past week and me being a kiasu person, not wanting to lose out even though all I've heard is bad reviews decided to waste 2 hours of my life watching it. And guess what????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT THAT BAD LORRRRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really say how biased my viewpoint is because I did hear 10000 complains about the movie. Suddenly feeling like that's what Malaysians always do. We're never satisfied. "Oh it's worse than 300!" "OH! If you're expecting hot bodies, go for it. If you're expecting awesome story line, don't waste your time" "It's too long. Too many wars happening at one time. War between Gods. War between soldiers. War between leaders." " It's just PURE GRUESOMENESS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see I didn't really have much to work with and so when I went in at 4.30pm today, I was really expecting a two hour long gruesome war scene involving hot bodies splattered with blood. I made sure of myself not to look at Ben, the boyfriend that much that day so I wouldn't get bored too quickly in the cinema... but it seems I have been over paranoid.&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/-DNAdaaRso-c/TspGfgqRYBI/AAAAAAAACeM/z5hzkfwhUHI/s1600/kellan-lutz-poseidon-immortals-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DNAdaaRso-c/TspGfgqRYBI/AAAAAAAACeM/z5hzkfwhUHI/s320/kellan-lutz-poseidon-immortals-2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not saying the movie is awesome. Please don't go buying the ticket unarmed. I'm just saying if you like the 300, you would like this movie but enjoy it less. Get me? It's not too bad. There is a freaking story line, mind you. But maybe the fights are "too realistic". It's not matrix enough. It's not&lt;i&gt; geng&lt;/i&gt; enough. It's not intensifying enough. BUT it is DEFINITELY gruesome. At one point I had to close my eyes, my legs and my mind to stop myself from imagining the&amp;nbsp;excruciating pain a man has to bear when a hammer comes striking down on his penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when it comes to shows like this, one that involves war between men, MOTIVATIONAL SPEECHES are sooooo important, don't you think? It's the part I always look forward to. WHAT WORDS WILL HE SPEAK? WHAT HOPE WOULD HE PLACE in his men's heart to brave against 10000 men with only 100 to spare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me at the edge of my seat, preparing to drop my Padini handbag to march straight into the screen, you'll know the movie is great :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah but you won't know unless you're next to me right? ;) Ah... lol at least he's hot lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7250040127219339264?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7250040127219339264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/without-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7525615378202316050</id><published>2011-11-20T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T14:33:47.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20112011 peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5hG8ksCLA8/TsifCOzgqOI/AAAAAAAACd8/Xl3p25_mUCQ/s1600/tumblr_luc4c3OGkZ1qjv5wzo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5hG8ksCLA8/TsifCOzgqOI/AAAAAAAACd8/Xl3p25_mUCQ/s400/tumblr_luc4c3OGkZ1qjv5wzo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found this pic when I was blog-hopping today and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;My day has been made :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7525615378202316050?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7525615378202316050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-20112011-peeps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7525615378202316050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7525615378202316050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-20112011-peeps.html' title='Happy 20112011 peeps'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I5hG8ksCLA8/TsifCOzgqOI/AAAAAAAACd8/Xl3p25_mUCQ/s72-c/tumblr_luc4c3OGkZ1qjv5wzo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4482029337137946827</id><published>2011-11-19T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:27:22.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuffnang'/><title type='text'>"Nuffnang Blog Awards, Here I Come"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There's an event happening on 16th,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That I TERRIBLY wanna go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There's an event for Asia-Pacific Bloggers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And that day I don't wanna be alone T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;VW is sponsoring this 2011 award,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;serving Glamour and Honour with flare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;it's where I wanna sign into foursquare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;500 Bloggers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;At Putrajaya Marriott they will be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;500 inspiring writers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;you read their work but you haven't got to MEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My friend keeps giving me the elbow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"why are you writing so slowww?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"well I'm trying to do my best!! can't we all be a little thorough!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"IT'S THE 19TH TOMORROW"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;BUT THIS IS THE GOLDEN GLOBE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;OK don't give me that look =_=||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here's my TOP 3 reasons below ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;COST AND RINGGIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Science says that first impressions aremade within the first 5 seconds. Our brain unconsciously conjures up a mark thatwill stick stronger than the occasional store-bought UHU glue. If that’s thecase then individuals will be left blameless for wanting to look good right? That's her argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYYN8p64XHs/TsU4q10F9yI/AAAAAAAACdk/PT0fVoV3ShE/s1600/384461_10150386968973246_535733245_8735865_723664852_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYYN8p64XHs/TsU4q10F9yI/AAAAAAAACdk/PT0fVoV3ShE/s320/384461_10150386968973246_535733245_8735865_723664852_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So how much do you think we're talking about here? RM1? RM10? My toes are giggling. Tryapproximately &lt;b&gt;RM300&lt;/b&gt;. I wish my eyes were fooling me but the price tag on my sister's navy blue prom dress confirms it again. RM300 just to look good on one night....*&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; I -I-I-- can't-- breath.*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;She claims that I don't understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and that only&amp;nbsp;God knows how much it's truly worth to look good long enough for someone to form a good impression. I try to reason with her and even give her the benefit of the doubt that the 300 came with a confidence-boost package.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..... BUT OH MY GOD&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;three hundred a night and that's not evenpaying for the cold water on her dinner table is beyond comprehensible! If Accounting and Finance has taught me anything in the past few years, investments should ONLY be made on positive net present value projects. But since this holey thing was bought without my consultation, it is only up to me now to spread this fixed cost as thinly as possible by recycling :P!&amp;nbsp;Hence, my first reason for wanting toattend the Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards is so that the three hundred that was spent onmomentary insanity would not go to waste :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A CINDERELLA NIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDq2mtBYbkQ/TsU25M5PN2I/AAAAAAAACdc/GwG3iNg9TW8/s1600/L1000680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDq2mtBYbkQ/TsU25M5PN2I/AAAAAAAACdc/GwG3iNg9TW8/s320/L1000680.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHrUiL5WeyI/TsdHSfhSyrI/AAAAAAAACds/cFLfY5YsRJY/s1600/d82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHrUiL5WeyI/TsdHSfhSyrI/AAAAAAAACds/cFLfY5YsRJY/s200/d82.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second reason why I have decided to sacrifice my chances of graduating first class just to write up this post is because when I graduate... who will I ever be is just&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;an accountant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, at best *yawn*. My chances of living a glamour life would never become. I would be auditing MNCs. Skimming and screening through their party expenses in a dark cold store room while my only warmth is the minuscule heat coming from the stick between my fingers as I daydream&amp;nbsp;of what I could never be a part of. That's the life of an accountant. That's the life waiting for me behind the doors of graduation. I would come home to an empty house with no one but Mimi and Jasper, the fishes on my HD screen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So you must understand right?? This Nuffnang event is practically Malaysian Red Carpet! Award Ceremonies! Exclusive After-Parties! The World's Fine Dining! Sometimes all a girl need is just one; one night to remember for a lifetime \(^__^)/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;INAUGURAL INDEED&lt;/u&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/-AWAmzhMLtMc/TsdL06K7g0I/AAAAAAAACd0/ecMdpdYfbys/s1600/img-ticket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AWAmzhMLtMc/TsdL06K7g0I/AAAAAAAACd0/ecMdpdYfbys/s400/img-ticket.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would be lying if I said that blogging has never made the storm in my heart a little clearer. Sometimes as we grow older the listening ears to our cries and whispers may grow distant and apart. And after a hard day of beating, sometimes we just need to let it out. The Sound of Silence has been my faithful companion. Ups and downs have changed me throughout the years but this space has always been the same; forever welcoming and accepting unconditionally. And this marks the third reason why I dearly want to attend the Nuffnang Awards; I want show my support to Nuffnang as how it has been supporting the rest of us bloggers for all these times. Who knew speaking our mind can be rewarding so materially? Nuffnang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, we must celebrate ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4482029337137946827?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4482029337137946827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/nuffnang-blog-awards-here-i-come.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4482029337137946827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4482029337137946827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/nuffnang-blog-awards-here-i-come.html' title='&quot;Nuffnang Blog Awards, Here I Come&quot;'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RYYN8p64XHs/TsU4q10F9yI/AAAAAAAACdk/PT0fVoV3ShE/s72-c/384461_10150386968973246_535733245_8735865_723664852_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8039873383553088764</id><published>2011-11-05T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T01:30:49.584+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>"this assignment due date has expired"</title><content type='html'>What you're about to see is not for the fainthearted.&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/-FHwZuEkWf08/TrQHJhVuPQI/AAAAAAAACdM/cWp6LoAEJfk/s1600/374270_10150363622512252_638662251_8693386_1377165154_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHwZuEkWf08/TrQHJhVuPQI/AAAAAAAACdM/cWp6LoAEJfk/s320/374270_10150363622512252_638662251_8693386_1377165154_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 times and dates. One of which is when we're suppose to due our assignment and the other is the time we did. It was so crazy. And to think this time, by starting early we were finally gonna screw procrastination at its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh but it was one of those times again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 hours before this crisis, I was actually watching 3 episodes of One Tree Hill. That's 45 minutes per episode.. so that's 2 hours and 15 minutes of margin I could have gotten if I knew life would fuck with me at 11.55pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was also the culprit of Michelle's heart attack and Jo's close attempt to pee in her pants.. I was the last one who suppose to edit through our Corporate Finance assignment but because I thought we still had time and I only needed to go through 4 sections of the paper I took my grandmother's time to do it. And for that I got my whole body shaking along with my voice box while I was &lt;b&gt;READING OUT LOUD&lt;/b&gt; our last minute adjustments to Michelle on the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did we get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, my friend Esuan who was doing a fundamental analysis on Kuala Lumpur Kepong Bhd (KLK), the same company my group was doing on, kept insisting that KLK was going on default! I was like.. "How can it possibly go on default? I've read plenty CIMB analyst reports and they are all saying&lt;i&gt; BUY BUY BUY,&lt;/i&gt; if not &lt;i&gt;HOLD HOLD HOLD&lt;/i&gt;. It can't possibly go on default if the professionals are saying that right?? And who are we? We're just students. You probably have forecasted it wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea... after working on this assignment for one month now, at 11.45pm yesterday only I found out that our report reads KLK was going &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;BANKRUPT&lt;/span&gt; in 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red. All I could see was red figures. RM20 million is a lot of money. I could buy 2 of my dream homes with this kinda money. I just can't believe I totally forgot KLK was keeping its liquidity at borderline basis. It couldn't just repay back its loan that quickly and at such a high amount. I wanted to beat myself up at times like this for not going through it thoroughly before turning on the only sex and drama I can get at this age but there was simply no time!#%$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time I find myself being tested under pressures like this. The last time I had this kinda training, it was Malaysian Tax Assignment BAB2205. Now this. Some people will never forgive themselves for putting their life at the edge but to be honest.. I give myself some credit sometimes.. lol... I would imagine myself working in a tough company in the future, my company :) and I would be like the most important person in the office and edge-of-the-seat moments like this would be normal for me.. So when I do survive from this, I'll give myself a virtual pat and say,"take it as a training, baby". Hahaha of course I'm not saying I should test my luck every time I'm given a test... one day I'm sure to fall and then I don't know what imagination my head is gonna have to whip up to comfort myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll face another paradigm shift and finally learn to love chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'm just gonna find ways to burn down TMnet for killing my internet at 11.56 because when Jo and I was finally done correcting the default issue and as soon as I transferred the corrected file to Michelle, the internet died. But I was like *PHEW* at least that got across... UNTIL SHE CALLED ME AND SAY IT DIDN'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brains hit HALT but my heart was pumping like a machine. 11.56 and we were due at 11.59. I called Michelle quickly and I told her I would read to her the adjustments. I read quickly because I knew there was not enough time but the faster I read the more inaudible I get and Michelle just couldn't catch my corrections. So I had to read slowly although I was pushing to speed. It was sooo torturingggg! It was like watching a person take 1 minute to scoop a spoon of sugar into your coffee! But the clock was ticking and I was THIS-CLOSE to screwing the corrections and just fucking turninit already but my heart was screaming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"NO! SHE CAN DO IT!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I held back and even read Michelle the corrections I made for something that wasn't even material but I wouldn't miss it out if I could. And at 11.58 Michelle click "UPLOAD". We thought we had it settled but when the webpage reloaded.. we still had to click "SUBMIT" and we were screaming OMG OMG OMG!! over the phone at the same time praying to 20 million invisible shooting stars I can imagine ... and finally we made it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. would. have. so. killed. myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry guys &amp;gt;&amp;lt; *patspats* good training? :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8039873383553088764?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8039873383553088764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-assignment-due-date-has-expired.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8039873383553088764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8039873383553088764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-assignment-due-date-has-expired.html' title='&quot;this assignment due date has expired&quot;'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHwZuEkWf08/TrQHJhVuPQI/AAAAAAAACdM/cWp6LoAEJfk/s72-c/374270_10150363622512252_638662251_8693386_1377165154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-471757238644659550</id><published>2011-10-30T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:37:32.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a milkshake of everything</title><content type='html'>today is such a depressing day. thought I could read away my depression at my favourite fiction blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hyperbole and a Half&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; but its even more depressing there ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so depressed i can spell depression with my tongue. doesn't make sense? i dont careeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pfuiih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go swallow my box of cherry tomatoes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-471757238644659550?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/471757238644659550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/10/milkshake-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/471757238644659550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/471757238644659550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/10/milkshake-of-everything.html' title='a milkshake of everything'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4068176380625359703</id><published>2011-10-26T05:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:22:14.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>For goodness sake!</title><content type='html'>Group Assignments. You're missing a big chuck of education right there if you haven't gone through this. Education? What can I learn from a group assignment that I can't learn on my own?? Well, let me give you a hint... it starts with an A and it ends with an&amp;nbsp;exclamation mark. Ideas? Ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;ATTITUDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group assignments used to be my worst enemy. I hated it . I always thought doing things on my own would be wayyyyy easier. For one, you don't have to deal with other people's problem. Whether or not they can't tell the difference between "its" and "it's"; whether or not they take academic writing as serious as a gossip&amp;nbsp;column; whether or not they think it's ok to start dot-dot-dot-dot-dot-ing every time they hit a conclusion; &lt;b&gt;OR WORSE&lt;/b&gt;: whether or not they cite from wikipedia!!; you don't have to give a shit. Group assignments just make individual assignments look like Sunday afternoon :)&amp;nbsp;☼&amp;nbsp;☼&amp;nbsp;☼&amp;nbsp;☼&amp;nbsp;☼&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol That's really how I felt in the first year until dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really couldn't do it on my own :'(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come year 2 and every group assignment they give you required critical thinking, heavy research and every drop of brain juice you had to spare. It was just too much. You can't handle everything. Even if you think you're King of the World, you still won't be able to do everything! At least not as well as you could if you had only trusted your members. So now I don't rewrite my whole assignments anymore ☺ ☺ ☺&amp;nbsp;The burden on my shoulders seem to have been halved. I see ideas I've never seen clearer. And to be honest, grades are getting much better :D All I had to do was just&lt;i&gt; trust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I've learned from all this is empowerment. One cannot be selfish with one's knowledge. One cannot only think of oneself. And most of all, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;one cannot take it personal when it comes to business.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I know get terribly upset when their work is being edited by others. This I just don't understand. For one, despite it being called &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;group assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the lecturer is expecting to see a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; FLOW&lt;/span&gt; in your work. Not an art of collaboration. It's a collaboration among members that is suppose to produce &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ONE &lt;/span&gt;assignment, as if written by&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; ONE&lt;/span&gt; person. In short &amp;gt;( you're suppose to combine your brains, not your writing technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's your work and if it was my work that is being erased, I would definitely feel it too *punchpunch*. But it's call edit, my dear. And that just means rephrasing, not replacing. And imagine this, if just by rephrasing one sentence can make the assessor understand much better, therefore higher results... why is your ego denying this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And actually what is the big deal? At the end of the day, you'll get to learn from your mistakes. A lesson you'll never get to learn in the working world. Here, now, your friends will still correct you but out there... your competitors will just let you out to die *proveninmovies*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really gets me upset when the people close to me don't see the advantages of group assignments. All they think about is&amp;nbsp;"this is my time to shine," and if they don't find their footprint on that paper, it's a disaster =_=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when we are doing our individual assignment we have this problem call writer's block. It happens when you have no clue what to write or how to embellish what you have in front of you *speakingfromtrueexperience*. It doesn't matter how long you have looked at it; it doesn't get any better. And during that time, you'll just hope and wish that someone could read your work for you and tell you what to do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that this we can embrace with ease but when in a group we cannot? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have this idea in my head that we should NEVER work with friends because when it is time to be honest, you can never be... not entirely at least. But... BafAug09 has given something precious to me and they are friends who are truly good people. Not only are they humble enough to accept what's right but they are not afraid to tell you what's wrong with you.&amp;nbsp;Also, I used to separate friends for jokes and friends for work but I really don't have to do that now :) :) :) because....... well.... we all want the same things. We all want the best we can achieve. And that's really very important when it comes to work; not the want-nothing-but-the-best part but having-the-same-goals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... because would you really want to be that person who puts your friend in the position to choose between work and friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4068176380625359703?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4068176380625359703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-goodness-sake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4068176380625359703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4068176380625359703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-goodness-sake.html' title='For goodness sake!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1037269556516330618</id><published>2011-10-16T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T13:57:23.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accrued fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ben showed me a video the other day and I know I just couldn't have watched it alone without sharing. I have about.. like 15 tabs opened in my google chrome right now and every time I close one I feel a sense of burden sweeping away. Crazy how one click of an [X] can give such satisfaction @_@. Life as a nerdy student--It ain't easy but the little things make us proud. But this is one youtube link I have been saving on my browzer for quite some time. Easily I could have turned this into a pleasurable satisfaction-- short-lived but nonetheless. &lt;b&gt;BUT NO!&lt;/b&gt; The People Must Know The Truth Of What Computer Games Can Do. What Facebook will soon do to YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;.....ohkayyy... hehe..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after procrastinating for so long (honestly when you have so much work.. you start procrastinating.. even fun -_-) here is the video of the most enthusiastic gamer I have ever seen lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/mxX7SRuU0ho/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxX7SRuU0ho&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxX7SRuU0ho&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for ben being a normal-zombie-couch-potato on Comic-Thursdays now kekeke. But on a positive note, I won't be playing tetris the same way ever again &amp;gt;:D not if I wanna be the Greatest in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: 3.25 :D&lt;br /&gt;PP/S: lol why are the people beside him taking this so calmly??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-1037269556516330618?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1037269556516330618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/10/accrued-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1037269556516330618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1037269556516330618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/10/accrued-fun.html' title='Accrued fun'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4849867826825180993</id><published>2011-09-23T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T03:02:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayfair</title><content type='html'>Ever had a chance to throw a party at your place but NEVER want anyone to see the daylight of your room?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too messy? Too smelly? What's that grimy slimy thing? O_O!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I shouldn't judge.. maybe you're not a dude XD. Maybe you just want some personal space but you still want to be cool right?? Parties are still waiting to be thrown. Events don't happen if you don't state the venue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where are you going to get yourself a place for a reasonable price, no commitments, and you get to examine the area before making rent?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibilik.my/short_term_rentals/141164/studio-mayfair-service-apartment"&gt;iBilik&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is the answer to your worries. The website provides a medium to connect people who are searching for a place to stay with those who are renting out. In other words, for people like you and me :D! What caught my eye the other day when I was checking it out was this apartment I found at Sri Hartamas for only&lt;b&gt; RM70&lt;/b&gt; a night. I thought it was a scam because "cannot be that cheap right?? even Hotels at Petaling Jaya these days are increasingly expensive and this is at Sri Hartamas?!". So out of&amp;nbsp;curiosity I investigated this further, hoping to find a terrible deal... but I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mayfair Service Apartment&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-rBjVHDrU-k0/Tnt-noRXlZI/AAAAAAAACYI/05VQjTXGwjU/s1600/Studio__2__view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBjVHDrU-k0/Tnt-noRXlZI/AAAAAAAACYI/05VQjTXGwjU/s400/Studio__2__view.jpg" width="400" /&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/-L0x-YT2wtA8/TnuCvWYYmfI/AAAAAAAACYQ/CnxD2N9V9VY/s1600/Studio__10__view.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0x-YT2wtA8/TnuCvWYYmfI/AAAAAAAACYQ/CnxD2N9V9VY/s400/Studio__10__view.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website provides the option for lessors to upload pictures for the added persuasion and true to that I was persuaded. The newly furnished room didn't look too shabby at all. Instead, presentable and pleasing to the eyes. And I kept looking back at the terms and conditions. Nope.. it's still RM70/night.&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/-4h7anAouFjA/Tnt-mBn4U4I/AAAAAAAACYE/lojWtDDKCvU/s1600/Studio__3__view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4h7anAouFjA/Tnt-mBn4U4I/AAAAAAAACYE/lojWtDDKCvU/s400/Studio__3__view.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even have a balcony overlooking our beautiful city and I just can't help but understand now why the properties there are so pricey &amp;gt;&amp;lt;. Also, it ain't called an apartment without a swimming pool and a gym facility. From an electrical stove to plenty of car parking spaces; they really have it all covered :O&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/-CBFihBR4nFM/TnuDUvsSnXI/AAAAAAAACYU/tKlqkCcVk-o/s1600/Studio__1__view.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBFihBR4nFM/TnuDUvsSnXI/AAAAAAAACYU/tKlqkCcVk-o/s320/Studio__1__view.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how the internet has made&amp;nbsp;accommodation-hunting so convenient these days. I was afraid at first because honestly, anyone can just photoshop pictures and write fancy descriptions about their place but iBilik ensures each and every hosts of these places go through a rigorous screening process before having the privilege to set up their own page...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I guess it's safe to say &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello Mayfair ^.^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4849867826825180993?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4849867826825180993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/mayfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4849867826825180993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4849867826825180993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/mayfair.html' title='Mayfair'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rBjVHDrU-k0/Tnt-noRXlZI/AAAAAAAACYI/05VQjTXGwjU/s72-c/Studio__2__view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3681483232427214718</id><published>2011-09-19T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:12:30.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! I can't believe it! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congratulations! Yes, you are one of our lucky winners to&amp;nbsp;Churp Churp's Arthur's Day 2011 giveaway! &amp;nbsp;We're sending you and a friend to Arthur's Day 2011 this Friday to party your heart out to get&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Higher&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with Taio Cruz so be quick to redeem your exclusive passes from us!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQlIHQZHudw/TndABulIUuI/AAAAAAAACYA/YmNBFVTvxYw/s1600/6123246154_57b623cc3c_o.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="342" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQlIHQZHudw/TndABulIUuI/AAAAAAAACYA/YmNBFVTvxYw/s400/6123246154_57b623cc3c_o.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestly I still can't believe it!!! *wipeeyeballsout* This is like the only second time I have ever won anything in my whole entire life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG LOL LOL LOL. Funny how this is so exciting even though I doubt I'll be able to make it but it's so so SO exciting to win something out of luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago I was bumming around, surfing the web, trying my best to avoid work, until I found this little contest. I was thinking to myself.... can investment management wait? WHY NOT ^^ All you needed was to tweet about Arthur's Day and Taio Cruz with your party picture... so again why not ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't join contest like these.. maybe it's because lol I'm really bad with luck. Always consoling myself that I can't win in Monopoly Deal because I'm just unlucky not to get the Deal Breaker. But why the sudden change in routine? &amp;nbsp;Ben :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taio Cruz Dynamite was our first dancing song. Believe it or not but if you're caught in a jam and you see a crazy couple swinging their arms, bobbing their heads, trying terribly to Poreotics their way through the road madness, don't call us!! we're busy busting the moves! (at least I am :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So YES!! *heh* THANK YOU Churp Churp for making my day! and THANK YOU Michelle :D scroll down to see why I couldn't have won without you *muaks* and THANK youuu Taio Cruz! lol without your music, the best thing could never had happened &amp;lt;3 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U54PdcWKLGU/Tnc62BMDqPI/AAAAAAAACX4/TRztpGgXgGI/s1600/262813_10150264529247252_638662251_7976687_3218534_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U54PdcWKLGU/Tnc62BMDqPI/AAAAAAAACX4/TRztpGgXgGI/s320/262813_10150264529247252_638662251_7976687_3218534_n.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank" title="http://twitter.com/szelynnnn/status/113978930305826817/photo/1"&gt;http://pic.twitter.com/3ajpvdr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-3681483232427214718?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3681483232427214718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg-i-cant-believe-it-oo.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3681483232427214718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3681483232427214718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg-i-cant-believe-it-oo.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iQlIHQZHudw/TndABulIUuI/AAAAAAAACYA/YmNBFVTvxYw/s72-c/6123246154_57b623cc3c_o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-9114048756749981333</id><published>2011-09-16T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T00:36:12.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><title type='text'>Happiness is what you make of it.</title><content type='html'>"Do everything in life once and the fun things at least twice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think sometimes we don't do enough things that make us happy? I mean we do things that make us feel comfortable but truly happy? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/RlRPHHKJt7Q/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlRPHHKJt7Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RlRPHHKJt7Q&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who have never heard of Zumba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS IS IT :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go back for dancing. Not really dancing dancing.. like performing dancing but Zumba dancing. Haha.. crazy right?? I thought that was over and done with but maybe not just quite over yet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me still misses the beat. The bumps and pumps! The sweat and ache! Reminds me of the hours and hours of practice we use to have in high school. When the seniors just won't let us rest; when the music keeps going; and when the counting never ends. 5, 6, 7, 8! oh.. how I miss dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school scouts campfire used to be the most stressful thing ever (after your demanding parents of course). It used to involve power-crazy scouters (scouts who have already graduated), leaders (who can never get over themselves) and followers (who have no clue what the hell do they have to do). There will be at least 5 departments but I was only familiar with one; the Entertainment department. Sounds like some Starworld comedian show right? Hahah but it was my fun fun FUN in scouts. I never felt more like a scout than I was in that department. Maybe because I felt more belonged (I was never really good at all those knot stuff anyways. I only knew one that was not in the books and that was the fisherman knot and that was because ONE scouter was willing enough to teach more than to preach =_=) but it was something I was willing to cut sleep, cut eat, cut everything .. just to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it's all yay yay yay! Sometimes there will be scouters breathing down your neck, checking to see if your butt is shaking frequently enough or not. There were many times I wanted to like scream at them "SERIOUSLY!! the audience is sitting freaking damn far away lahh. you think they can see whether your butt is out enough ah??! it's a CAMPFIRE. They need lights to even see your face!". But never had the guts too -__- (never had the guts to do anything in high school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2, 2, 4, 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT despite the high stress levels (because if you don't perform well, they really make you repeat 247. and when I say repeat I really mean repeat + angry disappointed stares), the satisfaction is really very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're on stage and when the lights shine your way, you'll feel like you're capable of anything. The moves you could never get right, you'll finally perfect. The courage you thought you never had, will come to you like you're breathing air!And in just 3 minutes... the hours you've spent cursing because the leaders just don't understand.. the seconds you've wasted regretting because of the time you just don't have will fade away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in the end, you know it's worth it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-9114048756749981333?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/9114048756749981333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/happiness-is-what-you-make-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9114048756749981333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9114048756749981333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/happiness-is-what-you-make-of-it.html' title='Happiness is what you make of it.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5894866275286921987</id><published>2011-09-14T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T23:21:24.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/nN6VR92V70M/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN6VR92V70M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nN6VR92V70M&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I'll go back and think about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;How I would be trying to keep us just above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I'll go back thinking about love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I'll be wondering what the hell I was thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But it's a game of love, a game we both played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Other pieces in and out but it's not really their game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The buckets of tears, the fortress of pride, you really did twisted my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Relief to my knees we folded that life but thankfully we're still good inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Silly me, stupid me, for I barricaded my doors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blind me, numb me, I thought I was forever yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But somehow I wish I had always knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That love, loved and love again has gotten me closer to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5894866275286921987?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5894866275286921987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5894866275286921987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5894866275286921987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-of-us.html' title='Story of Us'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3847770569130690744</id><published>2011-09-09T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T03:20:24.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>You've been sitting on my table, waiting for me for hours but everything about you leaves me thinking about Dr.J. I try my best not to be coward, not to be a jerk... but I think I will fail tonight. &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt; will just have to wait in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her crudeness. Her insensitivity. Her dressing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my hate for her was long forgotten in August but it was so easy for me to slip back into this state again. It's not just the mornings she screws over. It's the whole week! I only see her twice in 7 days but don't underestimate the kraken! In 3 hours she can deepen the blues on Mondays and kill the early birds on Thursdays, leaving nothing but worms squirming in your fragile little heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.David says sometimes it's quite difficult to become a lecturer because at some situations you just don't know whether you should be the good guy or the bad guy. And I realise that that's quite true. If someone fails your paper, you wanna be strict with them. You wanna make sure that they don't repeat that dumb mistake again. On the other hand, you don't wanna crush their confidence until they start talking to themselves in the dark. So what draws the line between being the ugly picture kids use their shoes to smack &amp;gt;( and the picture students point to and say that's "the one with the attitude"? *toughlove*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once during communication class, Ms.Anne was listing out the type of listening techniques one can apply during a conversation and one of them was called biased listening. Biased listening happens when one has already made up their mind on something and therefore whatever you try to tell them, no matter what conversation methods you use, they will somehow interpret things to their own understanding. So, let's say I'm a biased listener and I believe Dr.J is born to hate me, it doesn't matter what she&amp;nbsp;advises&amp;nbsp;me on or how she does it for that matter... all I'll hear is "♪ whatever you do, I'm going to fail you ♪".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that memory came into mind, I thought omggggggg did I just made all that up in my head. Was I being so judgmental?? O_O So the next day I came to class with an open mind. A clear head! And yeap...... nope.. she's just plain crude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many degrees ah yii rolled her eyes today when Dr.J refuse to let us copy the tutorials because she believes that when you enter her class you should be&amp;nbsp;accustomed to&amp;nbsp;copying fast and understanding quick SO she WON'T be uploading the answers on e-learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been so angry at her lately. At one point, Sin Ying said that Dr.J was trending on Twitter! And you know you can only get a subject trending if you talk about something comprehensive enough. I just don't understand why would she want to be like that. I mean there is 6000 possible ways you can get someone to like you. Not like "like you love you" but like you enough to respect you. The fact she can withstand all those vicious stares in class, if the eyes are paying attention at all, takes honestly a lot of skill weih. Imagine the amount of hate &amp;gt;&amp;lt; I don't think I would be able to breath. And I always believe work is always better because of the people.. so yeah.. I'll fucking quit if I'm where she is right now.. that or give myself a 180˚ personality make-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm playing the imagination game with Dr.J. The one thing I realised in class is that I'm really no good at multi-tasking. If I'm busy being pissed, I'll fail miserably to concentrate at the subject being delivered. Plus, at the speed she is going, any multi-tasker would already be facing top-notch difficulty. So I have developed this imagination game which can successfully transform hatred into sympathy (with enough focus). Apparently, sympathy is wayyyyyy wayy wayyyyy less distracting than anger. Believe you me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture yourself in her position. Think if you actually wanted to be nice but just didn't know how. You try to make a joke but it just turns into a sarcastic remark. You want to gain the students' respect so you repeatedly remind them of your experience in teaching for 10 years. Unintentionally they take it as&amp;nbsp;arrogance&amp;nbsp;but it's merely insecurity. Everything is just an accident. An unnurtured skill gone wrong.&amp;nbsp;A second chance denied of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time we play this game. If not for her, for you. A second change we never gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-3847770569130690744?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3847770569130690744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3847770569130690744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3847770569130690744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5848548190571246464</id><published>2011-09-02T03:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:33:43.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship for Dummies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gluttony'/><title type='text'>Family gathering etiquette for dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...I need one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;suεzαи Ng says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-___- sai mm sai wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even my own family dinner i hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sze lynn says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sigh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;actually at this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i duno which is worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;one that doesnt say anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;while waiting for the silence to eat us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;or one that shoots sex bullets at you and you cant do anything to block it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(ben say tmr eating lobster. yay one good part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;suεzαи Ng says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously because of food you can do anything huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5848548190571246464?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5848548190571246464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/dummies-for-family-gathering-etiquettes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5848548190571246464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5848548190571246464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/dummies-for-family-gathering-etiquettes.html' title='Family gathering etiquette for dummies'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7235017360036907522</id><published>2011-09-02T02:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:28:35.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today a girl from high school FB IMed me at 2am. And the surprising thing is that we managed to have a decent conversation, one that is longer than the ones we EVER had before in form 4 and form 5 combined. What has changed now? I want to think that it was my "excellent" social skills that had prolonged our word exchange but honestly, if she hadn't had made the first move, I think in a few years time I would have had to stalk her to know her name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Facebook? not entirely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In the past I wouldn't have anything to say to this girl but now she's totally different. Seriously, we had a decent conversation. I know you must be thinking like wth are you crazy?! people have decent conversations all the time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But you don't know us. You've never seen us. In a classroom with 50 tables and 50 chairs, our coordinates were always 2X3 square feet apart. It's not that we had something against each other... there was just no attraction... or even acknowledgement. Weird, really. It's like being at a place forever with someone but not know it until you meet the person again at somewhere you have just been once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now it's been 5 years and I find myself telling her about my plans and she's telling me about her boss... we exchange thoughts that I never thought would have been a possible trade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I have just made a friend I thought I had already made :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7235017360036907522?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7235017360036907522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7235017360036907522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7235017360036907522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6294025556014541357</id><published>2011-09-01T01:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T02:23:31.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Afraid</title><content type='html'>Been carrying this thought in my head for a few days now. I keep telling myself "stop being so sensitive" but my heart always manages to find its way around. I first thought it could be a quarter-life crisis thing, turning 22 cannot be easy -_____- and then finding it too dumb to be true.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before yesterday I told Ben that I'm so terribly bored and lazy and tired that these three negative energies combined were enough to drive me out of the house to chop half my hair off &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Ben then concluded that it is not safe anymore to leave me home alone. And maybe that prescription has a little bit of truth in it but maybe of that a little bit more in August.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I have come to know two kinds of people. Both at the end of each spectrum. Both worlds apart. One may be the rarest kind I've ever met. The other I am lucky to have only known now. I don't know exactly how to put this thing I feel into words as much as I want to. I just know that comparing these two has created a spasm inside me and I just can't seem to box it up and put it away. I wish now to have a mind of a man, one that can just pack emotions away until... never. But I just can't... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;so I can only hope to be the stronger person I need to be.... until then.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6294025556014541357?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6294025556014541357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6294025556014541357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6294025556014541357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/09/afraid.html' title='Afraid'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5723781965988029777</id><published>2011-08-26T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:31:27.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship for Dummies'/><title type='text'>I've been braped</title><content type='html'>note to self: change all passwords tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5723781965988029777?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5723781965988029777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-been-brapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5723781965988029777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5723781965988029777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-been-brapped.html' title='I&apos;ve been braped'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-105676019800689505</id><published>2011-08-25T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T02:31:01.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Ben'/><title type='text'>Ben ben</title><content type='html'>I love my life and I love my boyfriend, and more importantly my boyfriend loves me. Tra la la la ~ &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-105676019800689505?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/105676019800689505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/08/ben-ben.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/105676019800689505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/105676019800689505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/08/ben-ben.html' title='Ben ben'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6087048360984194988</id><published>2011-08-20T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:41:26.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying Embers</title><content type='html'>The title of this post was for the one I wrote before I cried 5 times yesterday, 2 times at home, 3 times at Sunway. It was certainly an emotional day for me yesterday. I knew I shouldn't have started in the first place. Once the waterworks begin, it becomes so difficult to stop. Never thought tears had momentum in the first place.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really angry with everything. I can't say how much of that anger was directed towards myself (for not being strong enough to accept and move on) and how much it was to Dr.Joyce, my research lecturer who also happens to be the same person who failed half my class in Financial and Corporate Reporting 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took (i dunno..maybe..) 1 litre of tears for me to realize enough is enough. Maybe the momentum had died or maybe my eyes were just so heavy and fried. I was just so tired of being angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you ask me now do I still hate or blame her, it's going to be a yes. always a yes. I think my brain has made that a default setting. Any lecturer like that one shouldn't really be one. We worked so so so hard for research... so so soooo hard. I sincerely cannot express it anymore than that. And no matter how many times she tried to tell me it's not just about working hard, I couldn't buy it. It couldn't be that reason why. It just couldn't. Because I truly believe we deserved more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More marks? maybe no. maybe we failed in some way that I couldn't have known.. but you could right? the number of times we show you our work. Piece by piece. Chapter by chapter.. and when you said yes, it's good.. not bad.. did you mean for us to score an average B? did you think we could only manage a B? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what did I do in any way that gave you the impression that I was aiming for a B? what did i do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really really beaten yesterday. I kept on thinking why didn't she push us? and if she saw such a big problem with our paper why didn't she say anything??? 28.5/50. why didn't she say anything? some of us needed the marks for our scholarship. some of us really counted on it to achieve a higher class. some of us really promised the others that if all others fail this one would work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all she said was, "64 is alright! you should be happy.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like making a happy tree friends movie with her in it &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No joke. My mom might even sponsor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haih.. but after shedding every ounce of water in my body, i finally had enough. Mr.David actually messaged me and apologize for not being able to be there. Gosh.. my red blotches on my face must have been so terrible. I felt really bad. For my face @_@ and for him. He shouldn't need to feel that way at all and maybe I was being overly expressive ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me &lt;i&gt;never cry never say die. &lt;/i&gt;whatever it is.. win or lose you will be better than you were today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't promise him about the crying bit. lol.. urgh... the dam in my eyes are Malaysian made. But I promised him one.. that I will never give up. Never. Not even for Dr.Joyce or anyone cruelly similar. I will never give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... and corporate finance is my next finish line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6087048360984194988?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6087048360984194988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/08/dying-embers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6087048360984194988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6087048360984194988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/08/dying-embers.html' title='Dying Embers'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-426654620983201983</id><published>2011-07-30T02:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T03:44:49.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIFE'/><title type='text'>Days at National</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SIFE Sunway has just attended their first National Competition last Sunday. With just a little past 9 months old, our organisation has built courage to showcase our projects this year. Nationals was held at PWTC, Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. And boy! :D was it a intensifying event :O :) :P :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHlgIxGITK4/TjMHf9kEdNI/AAAAAAAACXE/QdzqPVKXFhc/s400/283303_154512431291698_100001988251482_337005_4249698_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634855804453811410" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Us one day before Nationals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; And we're still changing our slides and rehearsing our freshly edited lines. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never have I experienced so many emotions in 3 days. Sad because we didn't have enough time to show the best we've got. Disappointed because we didn't make it to semi's. Nervous because we went on stage anyways. Terrified because the judges looked so grumpy. Contented because we managed to witness the best teams present their projects. Enthusiastic because we had nothing to lose. Proud because we fought with pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6-7zM6lo4qA/TjMHftShT2I/AAAAAAAACW8/hC8T5vLPp0M/s400/251682_238544249509791_194443120586571_782347_5567728_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634855800085237602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I realized is there's always gonna be one or two people in the group that will see the cup half empty more often than not. And more often than not this will bring the team's confidence below sea level. I don't know whether I'm just being too unrealistic, always overly optimistic or the world around me is just so gloomy all the time. Question: is it necessary to state the obvious?? Sometimes the truth need not be said but understood. What's important is what lies ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, what we need is some gigantic juice boost! And the boost has got to be from the bottom. I've got one more year before I start my devil's lair journey and I just can't help thinking how much more can I do now to change what I can change. I keep hearing Mr.David's question in my head: which is right? structure follow strategy or strategy follow structure? which is more important right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things to think about but yet nothing is strategically impactful without action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nationals has done this to me. Don't worry haha I'm not going to die. It's just a lot to digest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AH HA! SILVER LINING: This competition has also drawn me closer to my team. Again, reminding myself not to only work hard but to also PLAY HARD XD. I've gotten closer to my juniors and hahah I'm so jealous of Siew Ming right now! Eugene, Pei Wen and Steven are such a friendly bunch! LOL especially Pei Wen. She's afraid of the hairdryer lolololol. And Steven... he's just so Steven :P. Are all 1991's youngsters so fun to hang out with? Siew Ming, if you're reading this, I'm so jealous of your intake! :P but yet so happyyy to have you as my frienddd &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N8gvwibQHOQ/TjMHgB7lrMI/AAAAAAAACXM/nnyKiWvZvKM/s400/262968_154512507958357_100001988251482_337008_5994650_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634855805626199234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyday I monopoly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8O5P1lUOz4U/TjMI0bDB-WI/AAAAAAAACXU/pYPY4rHv6TY/s400/185487_10150281643048209_563443208_7585138_730332_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634857255477311842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyday :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBy_xy-xW8k/TjMI1GWZoRI/AAAAAAAACX0/eD4WKpe0wLE/s400/281807_154513967958211_100001988251482_337061_8297029_n.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634857267101278482" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Movie Night with Space Jam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reviving what's left of my childhood lol :)))&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the end we didn't come back empty handed either :D. We reminded SIFE Malaysia SIFE Sunway exist!! We came back with medals, trophies and certificates. But most importantly, we came home with stories :). Stories of other people's greatness and the paths they took to achieve it. Stories of OUR greatness and how even tourists wanted to take pictures with us :P! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG1SkkyhMik/TjMI0pOEQ9I/AAAAAAAACXc/K7-XI8D2UeM/s400/226113_154513367958271_100001988251482_337040_8119523_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634857259281695698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SIFE Sunway and SIFE UMS (finalist)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL We gotta get one of these magical scarves! XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLlhxOTq5Wg/TjMI0-Dm2UI/AAAAAAAACXs/y4rVqaJqfbk/s1600/267322_10150281632328209_563443208_7584987_8380840_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mLlhxOTq5Wg/TjMI0-Dm2UI/AAAAAAAACXs/y4rVqaJqfbk/s400/267322_10150281632328209_563443208_7584987_8380840_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634857264874969410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back at school with metal pieces :DDD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4U2UPBdk3Ls/TjMI0iKzpUI/AAAAAAAACXk/nFlMLWwpsM0/s1600/262584_154512614625013_100001988251482_337013_2533512_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4U2UPBdk3Ls/TjMI0iKzpUI/AAAAAAAACXk/nFlMLWwpsM0/s400/262584_154512614625013_100001988251482_337013_2533512_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634857257388975426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stories is the greatest gift Nationals has given to us. And looking back now... I can't say how happy I am with our unanimous decision to attend our first nationals :] I just can't :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-426654620983201983?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/426654620983201983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/07/days-at-national.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/426654620983201983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/426654620983201983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/07/days-at-national.html' title='Days at National'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHlgIxGITK4/TjMHf9kEdNI/AAAAAAAACXE/QdzqPVKXFhc/s72-c/283303_154512431291698_100001988251482_337005_4249698_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1341441165863477780</id><published>2011-07-23T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T01:23:50.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIFE'/><title type='text'>Overtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SIFE Nationals in just 1 day away. &lt;b&gt;OMG OMG OMG banyak panic&lt;/b&gt;. There's just so much to do and so little time. Slides not complete. Flag won't be able to be printed on time. Presenters ready? not ready? T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we did a trial run in front of the Faculty Advisors and be sure we got tembak-ed like nobody's business. Part of me already knew it was coming because of the limited time we have. I know we have the skills but urghh the time constraint *sigh*. But I guess this would really train us in the future to work under pressure but *sniffff*... Financial Corporate Reporting 2 really had worn me out real bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I get carried away with the game. Trying so hard not to humiliate SIFE Sunway that I forgot about the real purpose of SIFE. We're suppose to have fun. We're suppose to be proud of what we have done. It's not about winning. It's not suppose to be a burden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past 3 days I kept counting the days for the competition to be over but now I realise I've got it all wrong. I should be enjoying this moment! This preparation! *knock knock* It's the positive power of business, don't forget. And if you are only thinking of the bottom line, you're better off joining the Business Investment Society (B.I.S.).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've taken a new turn although we've got only 24 HOURS @_@ left before the challenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mN_PHZny8js/Timwauuv_XI/AAAAAAAACWo/lik28Wt0RGk/s400/Picture1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632226782270717298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope it's not too late to turn this ship around :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-1341441165863477780?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1341441165863477780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/07/overtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1341441165863477780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1341441165863477780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/07/overtime.html' title='Overtime'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mN_PHZny8js/Timwauuv_XI/AAAAAAAACWo/lik28Wt0RGk/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7490615203699272994</id><published>2011-07-15T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:07:46.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Die Hard</title><content type='html'>2 papers down 1 more to go :D!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday management paper was the most boring ass paper I have ever taken in my whole entire life. I have no idea like seriously NO IDEA why would the School of Business make us take Accounting in Business (AIB), Foundation of Business (FOB), Business Strategy and then thought "HEY WHY NOT! Let's add Management" when they are testing on ALL THE SAME THINGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I honestly don't see the purpose of having all 4 of these subjects. Maybe Business Strategy is called for but the other 3??? Please don't be pathetic... use this kind of method to dig out money from our pockets? You're making us both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times have I read on Team Leadership? How many times have I seen these 6 little pesty letters: PESTLE PESTLE PESTLE!? How many times POLC? HOW MANY TIMES?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were doing ACCA, fine. Test us procedures, processes, facts, principles, rules, anything again and again. But it's a bachelor of science honours program T_T. We're not made to do things repetitively. We're made to think critically. And those 3 subjects up there have critically burn my brain cells into boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining yesterday during management. And the sound of heavy rain just made the paper harder to manage. We were supposed to choose 4 out of 6 questions but at one point of time, I felt like only doing 3 and be done with it. The questions didn't drive me and for the first time ever I only utilized 3 minutes of my reading time. 3 minutes out of 10 I took to scan through all 6 questions and pick out the 4 I could do (since I only prepared for 4, I couldn't even choose). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, I even had time to tie my extra paper together with the booklet and wait 5 minutes for everyone to finish. Something really very unusual for me cause I never ever finish on time. Like never. Lecturers are always breathing down my neck and snatching my booklets away. But not yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was the most boring paper of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7490615203699272994?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7490615203699272994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/07/die-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7490615203699272994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7490615203699272994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/07/die-hard.html' title='Die Hard'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4384651575974811814</id><published>2011-06-29T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T02:55:21.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Viva</title><content type='html'>In exactly 9 hours and 9 minutes I would be facing 4 female judges who will determine not only whether my study on credit card spending is a complete crap or a epiphany for the credit card sector but also &lt;b&gt;my passing mark for my research paper!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just managed to do a test run for my viva but I don't think I can do it. 3 minutes for 3 slides. God please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please make sure my zara skirt zip don't fail on me tomorrow (T_T)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/2663422563947515537-4384651575974811814?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4384651575974811814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/viva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4384651575974811814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4384651575974811814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/viva.html' title='Viva'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8577773018922575023</id><published>2011-06-27T19:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:28:18.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>please don't kill me doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Among all my girlfriends, I am one least familiar with Korean anything. Korean anything = korean boy bands, korean actors, korean models, korean cars, korean lovers, KOREAN ANYTHING! Well.. alright.. exclude Korean Noodles and now I know Korean NOTHING. OK! Let's not just stereotype me among my girlfriends. Even my boy friends know Korean hubba hubba better than me *cough cough JEREMY*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why the sudden confession? Well, apparently Beast is coming to town. Yeah, you got me right. They call themselves the Beast. But if you're not familiar with these cutie pies I need to warn you, they are NOTHING like beast ! NOTHING =___= no resemblance at all. If a beast was strong and almighty, this Beast is soft and cuddly. If a beast was huge and scary, this Beast is small and skinny. If a beast was a male species, this Beast is..... also male spe... I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTh-MGMIl7c/TgiHebOVGTI/AAAAAAAACWg/sOET3INqs-g/s400/beast-korean.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622893091545749810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no seriously.. the right one is... right??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;some things even globalization cannot take the blame.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO THE BEAST IS COMING 1ST JULY! Are you ready? Have you bought your tickets? No? Too late? Well, lucky ASTRO is giving out an opportunity to win a pair of beastly tickets! All you have to do is fill up the form with a few BASIC questions. Nothing a BEAST fan wouldn't know. Actually.. hmm why am I promoting this anyways??? The due date is actually over &lt;s&gt;**(^_^) *kekeke**&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp545ung0cE/TgiHBsw7QpI/AAAAAAAACWY/rgBA9EfSTcQ/s400/app_full_proxy.php" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622892598038053522" /&gt;Wow sze lynn for a non-korean fan lover you sure do know a lot about Beast do you? *tenkkk* WRONG! I'm just sooo lucky to have a friend who has deep passionate affections for this &lt;s&gt;Beauty&lt;/s&gt; Beast. Forced to answer questions I have no knowledge on. Pressured by my friend's feelings I don't understand for. Tan Su Ching, remember our promise when you become a doctor. Free MC when I don't feel like going to work ok??? The Sweat has been drawn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;label style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;label style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How Many Members Are In 'Beast'?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="text" tabindex="8" value="" name="q1" id="app11007063052_members" fbcontext="AQBDqVlA1FlS" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; width: 350px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Accidentally put 5 for this one hahaha (count wrongly :P seriously damn pressured lor). LOL had to quickly correct it when Sue Zan sent me the correct answers from Su Ching or else sure kena scolding wan &amp;gt;&amp;lt; Lucky I haven't click SEND yet! Was too busy thinking of "CREATIVE ANSWERS" for the last question =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;label style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;When Is The First Beast Fan Meeting Tour In Malaysia?&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="text" tabindex="9" value="" name="q2" id="app11007063052_when" fbcontext="AQBDqVlA1FlS" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; width: 350px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;label style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;I Love Beast Because... (not more than 30 words)&lt;/label&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;textarea tabindex="10" cols="17" rows="5" name="why" id="app11007063052_why" fbcontext="AQBDqVlA1FlS" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(189, 199, 216); border-right-color: rgb(189, 199, 216); border-bottom-color: rgb(189, 199, 216); border-left-color: rgb(189, 199, 216); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; -webkit-appearance: none; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 0px 0px; border-bottom-left-radius: 0px 0px; width: 350px; "&gt;&lt;/textarea&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I almost got a heart attack when I was talking to my sister about her day. She was telling me about a dance competition being held at Taylors or One Utama (this is not the important part) for BEAST (this boy band is driving me crazyyy). Nothing frightening here...yet. Just a normal conversation until she told me, "the first 4 dance crews all pick the same song! Worse thing was they were all so emo! So they were just posing here and posing there. Some didn't even move while others in front pretend to hold a mic and lip sing".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you think went wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY LAST QUESTION!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly I asked my sister, "DO THEY ONLY SING EMO SONGS?!??!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh no! Seriously, I don't understand why Su Ching won't come up with 60 million creative phrases for me to pick and choose for the last question. I had no idea beasts can sing. I remember clearly it was Bell singing most of the time! It was either Bell or the cups and candles. There was no Beast singing! So how am I suppose to know if they are emo or party rock! And when you expect me to be creative.... disaster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: I Love Beast because they turn my gloomy days into Party Nights... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do you think we can still win?? At least I got 2/3?? :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;bye bye Free MC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8577773018922575023?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8577773018922575023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-dont-kill-me-doctor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8577773018922575023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8577773018922575023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/please-dont-kill-me-doctor.html' title='please don&apos;t kill me doctor'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTh-MGMIl7c/TgiHebOVGTI/AAAAAAAACWg/sOET3INqs-g/s72-c/beast-korean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4867963159788607608</id><published>2011-06-18T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T02:05:54.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K8Mz_kyRlWY?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;dear this song reminds me so much of you, so much of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;reminds me how i can be so careless with my words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;reminds me how you believed in us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i never thought what if you'd actually let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;how damaged i would be today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;how less of me i will grow to become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;because without you my heart is a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;without you my soul's a lone ranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i need you even when i don't show it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i need you even before i know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and even though i can't see what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i know with you it would be worth the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;~~&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4867963159788607608?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4867963159788607608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/beautiful-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4867963159788607608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4867963159788607608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/beautiful-mess.html' title='A Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K8Mz_kyRlWY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3463334378701990449</id><published>2011-06-14T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T01:27:31.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Yet Another Save</title><content type='html'>You did it again, Seah Sze Lynn. Yes, you. You never fail to make my heart stop. Assignment Turnitin time expires at 11.59 and what do you do? You entertain the crowd. Oh no.. you don't want to be an ordinary girl. Passing up early is for kids. Let's make it a close one. So close... for they think you're seriously about to die. Close enough.. for they regret not saying an early goodbye. Let's make it a close one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say maybe 11.55?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You did it again, Seah Sze Lynn. Yes, you. You never fail to make my heart stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-3463334378701990449?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3463334378701990449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/yet-another-save.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3463334378701990449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3463334378701990449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/yet-another-save.html' title='Yet Another Save'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4294325160297539801</id><published>2011-06-12T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:01:53.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>tingting tangtang</title><content type='html'>Hey! So do you like the new dress on my blogspot? :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird. 2 semesters ago I would have made sure my butt never leaves this ridiculously hard wooden chair until I finish my assignment.. BUT today... I'm walking around, watching Glee-ATHON, wasting time, waiting for 7.30 to come so we can all watch AVATAR on StarMovies, finding yet another new blogskin that reflects the flavour of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird. It's the 10th week now and it's worrying to say this sense of calmness I'm experiencing isn't healthy for my report card. Honestly, I don't know where it's coming from. Is it temporary? or do I just not see the importance of A's anymore. I really can't put a finger on it and sometimes I don't even want to acknowledge it. It is only times like this...crucial moments like this.. when my life is at stake and instead of dodging bullets like Neo, I'm actually taking them with a cup of bubble tea, I realize how deep ____ I'm in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe I should pay a visit to Broga Hills like every changed man to self-reflect and find inner peace (Kungfu Panda, 2011) but..................  that's really too troublesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO NEW BLOGSKIN! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4294325160297539801?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4294325160297539801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/tingting-tangtang.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4294325160297539801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4294325160297539801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/tingting-tangtang.html' title='tingting tangtang'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2494356361850257646</id><published>2011-06-08T22:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T23:41:11.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game mode: ON'/><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Saturday, 4th of June marks the best day of the month! Sunway Business Investment Society had organised an event. But it's no ordinary event. It's a competition! A Business competition. If you're thinking only nerds join these kinda events, YOU'RE WRONG! Because. I. Am. Certainly. Not. A. Nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes a nerd a nerd anyways???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day my ex was just asking me to remind him a little of the lemon market and so I just did the best I could to explain to him in the most simplistic way I could to really make sure he got it. Talked about the car (check). Talked about asymmetric information (check). Talked about adverse selection (check). And after explaining it to him with FULL enthusiasm, you think he would appreciate right??? but no... instead he says, "wow nerd radar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, buat baik dibalas jahat wan lorrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgh... anyways sorry for digressing. let me return to my happy thoughts. SO B.I.S. had an Inter-University Business Consultant Challenge. People from Taylors were there!!! People from MMU... Segi... UTAR... MU... HUC... It was so nerve-wrecking knowing that there are actually 12 teams in board and that the chances of winning had just slimmed down to 1/4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first prize is RM2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second prize is RM1000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally the third prize is RM500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-5 people in the group. And it is these 3-5 people who are gonna determine whether you go home with pride or with pride and money :D. Everyone had 2 hours to analyse the case study, prepare the financial statements, make a decision based on the 4 options given, provide justifications for the decision made and last but not least PRESENT YOUR CASE to your clients. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 hours and they give you not one sheet of paper. not two. BUT FREAKIN 10 OR MORE PAGES. Ok... maybe not 10. Haha. There was certainly no time to count. But I can assure you it was one stack of papers. And these case studies were taken from ICAEW (an accounting professional paper.. one I aspire to pursue after my degree).. so you can say I was pretty excited about it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My team members: Candy Lee, Siew Ming and Tee Hui Yii. We were the second to enter the hall to register. But... we were the first to present. Why? Because Hui Yii has lucky fingers. Mr.Tan was saying that first place always lose wan... but he also mentioned if we played it well we could win ;) and that was exactly what happened :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGtxfgStCdw/Te-KOkjofxI/AAAAAAAACWI/F2k9kf5SKqQ/s400/IMAG0930.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615859243290230546" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the left: Mr.Tan, Candy Lee, Siew Ming, Hui Yii, Me :D, Dr.Foo&lt;/i&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha.. okay we didn't get first or second but third is not bad right? haha I felt it was good enough. Good enough to make me feel proud of myself. Good enough for my parents feel proud of me. But I got to say it was a team effort. Because even though I had experience this type of competition previously, the BIS members who were aware of this, changed the game. The little surprises they put along the way [(like a phone call in the middle of the game, inviting our company to join some ethical award ceremony and now we have to comply with 4 requirements?!%$!) and (the mandatory financial statements we have to prepare)] were meant to scare us to our graves but SURPRISE SURPRISE ;) we didn't crack abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I have to say I was very lucky. I had Candy to prepare accurate financials. Hui Yii to keep work strategically fast and moving. Siew Ming makes the most awesome powerpoint slides under pressure. And I still have the most terrible stomachaches before a great presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you imagine... I just went to the loo for a minute only. When I got back, before I can even look at my cue cards for the one last time, it was our turn already! Like seriously... I just went and bomb japan and there's nothing in me anymore and they expect me to go to war without ammo. lol ok that's a disgusting example but you get what i mean right? :P&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;but the bigger BUT is.. lucky for all our practices :) our mini toasty club really gave me the courage and confidence to speak up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6b3ffecEJ98/Te-RLAJPMRI/AAAAAAAACWQ/8dufmWjOJ68/s400/247460_119878391430260_100002242992066_170724_2147895_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615866878557630738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;8 seconds before penalty.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha don't worry. I managed to say thank you by the 5th second :P&lt;/i&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And in the end, with all our specialties in the pot... the magic we've created with each other... I've got something extra hanging on my wall now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okgdY39tRtk/Te-KOaXVq4I/AAAAAAAACWA/PiR1YvQkVUg/s1600/IMAG0931.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-okgdY39tRtk/Te-KOaXVq4I/AAAAAAAACWA/PiR1YvQkVUg/s400/IMAG0931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615859240554310530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;satisfaction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Team Sunniers &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-2494356361850257646?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2494356361850257646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2494356361850257646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2494356361850257646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yGtxfgStCdw/Te-KOkjofxI/AAAAAAAACWI/F2k9kf5SKqQ/s72-c/IMAG0930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1505482729719902244</id><published>2011-06-08T02:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T02:41:20.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Ben'/><title type='text'>I'm going crazy</title><content type='html'>A lot of my friends got back their business strategy results today. I heard there are 2 lecturers marking that paper and if you got Mr.David (my ex biz strategy lecturer) then you might be in luck because the other dude is trying to maintain his strict average policy (11%). Out of 20% that doesn't sound very promising at all. Not with all the hard work put in. Not with all the brain juice dried up. But Mr.David so far has given some people happiness. Like my Hongkee friend, Carol got 16.5 :O *legendary* But some I hear has even gotten 5 or 6. This should be not affecting me (since i took it last sem already...thank God *phew*) but sadly my other half is taking this crazy adventure.... without me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today when ah ben was lying on my bed playing with my/his/our ipod (he just downloaded this new ninja game) I told him with a straight face, "if you get one digit for your business strategy assignment we're gonna break up". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned and looked at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He broke away from his game and looked at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke away from his gaze and just kept the silence going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"8.5 is two digits right?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-1505482729719902244?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1505482729719902244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1505482729719902244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1505482729719902244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-going-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m going crazy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7709331986456575264</id><published>2011-06-02T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T02:44:21.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>A Little Crazy</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;div&gt;*pulls armpit hair out* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(i'm just joking) (no seriously i am................ just joking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When stress boils in your heart's core and work is all your think, eat and breathe about, all you want to do is something crazy. Was in Management class yesterday when Mr.Shannon spoke about Emotional Intelligence and you know what??? I had an epiphany ! Yes it goes something like this: Emotional Intelligence? I don't have it :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotional? yes. Intelligence? I always tell people it's luck that puts me ahead but deep down inside I do hope I have some of this at least (in case the luck really runs out). But put the two together... Emotional Intelligence. Hmm.. sounds like a mysterious power; a skill hidden behind a brick tower; a talent murderers search the world for.. but in the end it's just here by the corner. The corner of your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotional Intelligence. You have it if you can control your feelings. When assignments are piling, lecturers are silently screaming (they should REALLY go for anger management) and toilets ain't flushing, sometimes just a tiny stewpid question can throw us off. I know this well because I live it everyday. K lahh... not everyday lah but every 3 hours...yeap that's when my angry "mini" comes out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me a stupid question and I'll silently tell you off. Ask me again and I bite off your face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I really think my retirement plan: Quit audit after 4 years, join a commercial company, quit after 1o years, lecture for life = not really a good plan when I think about my incontrollable emotions. Because I don't know how lecturers do it. Students like to ask the same question 5 hundred million times. Multiply it by 10 classes and you get 5000 000 000 times (the zero is just for effects). And that's a whole lot of repetition :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether I can take it ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before this I was screening through my reading materials on the 2008 financial crisis and right there and then I had a 2011 crisis in my head !$@#!%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it came to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... that maybe I should shave my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7709331986456575264?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7709331986456575264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7709331986456575264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7709331986456575264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-crazy.html' title='A Little Crazy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-929310445706049784</id><published>2011-05-30T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:19:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Numerical Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fv0dsJ_KlKc/TeOwDUmxKWI/AAAAAAAACV0/68o9pOOaXDE/s1600/250122_10150194517302979_553852978_7058721_5052449_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fv0dsJ_KlKc/TeOwDUmxKWI/AAAAAAAACV0/68o9pOOaXDE/s400/250122_10150194517302979_553852978_7058721_5052449_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612523131751180642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What you see here is a standard one math question. They are asking us to guess what would be the number in the last bracket. Funny thing is..the first time I looked at it.. I didn't think mathematics at all. I just stared at the shapes and thought.. they are missing one circle with a triangle in it. Because three and four have different shapes on the outside, I developed a pattern whereby all the same shapes on the outside cannot be next to each other and therefore the last column has to be 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's the answer? 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How? Algebra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how I could have come up with such a weirddd solution :/ I took alevels maths for 1 and a half years and it really didn't come across to me to think .... plus and minus at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol such a meaningless post but the many questions of a mind will never come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-929310445706049784?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/929310445706049784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/929310445706049784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/929310445706049784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='A Numerical Mind'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fv0dsJ_KlKc/TeOwDUmxKWI/AAAAAAAACV0/68o9pOOaXDE/s72-c/250122_10150194517302979_553852978_7058721_5052449_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2207930271512729003</id><published>2011-05-29T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:33:46.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minum kopi sekejap!</title><content type='html'>I'm sneaking away from my responsibilities for awhile :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so tiring these few days. Workloads keep piling, wrinkles keep coming. My youth is failing me and in August I'll be thirty. Seriously, there's just not enough room to breath. Life isn't getting better either with a research paper to due in 12 weeks. I'm currently doing a study on "The Influence of Regulation, Financial Literacy, Social Influence and Media Promotion on Credit Card Spending" (boy is that a mouthful D:). At first, I was like patting myself on the back, "woohoo lynn a research in 12 weeks and your target samples are those who are financially independent AND at the same time own a credit card..seriously amazing! And you plan to collect how many? 200 samples! WOAH". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's week 8 and I'm sitting alone in my bedroom cursing myself while my crazy ambitions take control of my hands to slit my throat slowly with a blunt knife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's actually really how I feel for these past few weeks. I keep telling my team members to not worry, to stand strong and persevere. I tell them what's lying ahead and what isn't but sometimes I forget to remind myself of all these things. Sometimes I keep going back to UCS 3001 Leadership where Mr.Victor's voice will echo in my head: leaders often fail because they run out of energy and when they're down and crushed, no one is going to sit next to them and sympathize. And that's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would wanna follow a leader masked with fear? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times, I try to not think of the things I have to do. The LIST of things I have to do. I know it's denial but as much as you hate to admit it, denial keeps us alive... at least until you're sane enough to handle what's coming. And I've been shielding myself long enough until yesterday when I listed the million things down together with my members. Actually come to think of it I've got a great team. Most people just don't give a damn about their work but not my team members. They all give a shit and they all want to do their best. I worry sometimes that the struggle will kill their spirit.. but it is a worry not worth thinking about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only make sure I'm not the reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah... that's the story of the murderous semester that is still on the loose. Xin Yi , the ex boyfriend/my badminton buddy has been such a nice fellow for the past few days. He sacrificed his time to (his own words) be my "entertaining machine" (although we only played badminton) and he's also going to help me distribute my surveys to his colleagues :D ! But he has been quite entertaining lah :P I asked him, "have you done a research before ah or written a thesis?" His reply, "no but I've filled questionnaires before and my IQ is 200. Enough experience to fill your survey or not?" =_=""" I swear I can faint while talking to him. lol like I don't think a person with an IQ 80 would have problem filling my survey lor..  (except the first 10 questions on Bank Negara Malaysia la). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547916415" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174306_547916415_5397536_q.jpg" width="1" height="1" title="Xinigami Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; 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word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;i'll only give depending on how many gf's and flings u have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547916415" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174306_547916415_5397536_q.jpg" width="1" height="1" title="Xinigami Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;i think i can charm a handful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":)" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; height: 16px; vertical-align: top; width: 16px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/zC/r/eKCEtE1PXyK.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; background-position: 0px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=645055276" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174463_645055276_1395960_q.jpg" title="You" width="1" height="1" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;but remmeber they MUST have credit card and earn income ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;or else cannot take them as a sample &lt;img class="emote_img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/images/blank.gif" alt=":'(" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; height: 16px; vertical-align: top; width: 16px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/zC/r/eKCEtE1PXyK.png); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; background-position: -160px 0px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;wooOoooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;haha i really wonder what u do at work wan lor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547916415" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174306_547916415_5397536_q.jpg" width="1" height="1" title="Xinigami Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;must have credit card ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=645055276" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174463_645055276_1395960_q.jpg" title="You" width="1" height="1" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;when u tell me u're busy hahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;yeah must leh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;its a credit card spending survey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547916415" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174306_547916415_5397536_q.jpg" width="1" height="1" title="Xinigami Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;just ask them to do a simulation lo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=645055276" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174463_645055276_1395960_q.jpg" title="You" width="1" height="1" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Simulation?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;whats that???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547916415" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174306_547916415_5397536_q.jpg" width="1" height="1" title="Xinigami Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;brain simulation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;IF you have credit card&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; margin-left: 40px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; white-space: normal; display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=645055276" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174463_645055276_1395960_q.jpg" title="You" width="1" height="1" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;u dont ask them to pretend ahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;no no no no noooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;lool cannot pretend wannn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;u pretend enough ade&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;they cannot pretend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 11px; white-space: normal; display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;a class="profileLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=547916415" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; float: left; "&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto profilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/174306_547916415_5397536_q.jpg" width="1" height="1" title="Xinigami Lee" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 32px; height: 32px; display: block; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;div class="metaInfoContainer fss fcg" style="font-size: 9px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); visibility: hidden; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: absolute; right: 0px; top: -6px; "&gt;&lt;span class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;oh great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;u want me to charm older girls ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_547916415_undefined" style="font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;ok laaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mhs mbs pts fbChatConvItem fbChatMessageGroup clearfix small" style="display: block; zoom: 1; padding-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; border-top-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); position: relative; "&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;lol ok now facebook has got my blogger codes all messed up. But yeah.. I just wanna say :P some girls get ex-es that are crazy, effing controlling. Some even throw acid liquid on people's faces :'(. But i've got one that is charmingly sweet enough to help me out when I'm in shit hole. And for that I am eternally grateful. Like seriously :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="messages" style="margin-left: 40px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tamat Break Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2663422563947515537-2207930271512729003?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2207930271512729003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/05/minum-kopi-sekejap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2207930271512729003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2207930271512729003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/05/minum-kopi-sekejap.html' title='Minum kopi sekejap!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1821462403076413669</id><published>2011-05-11T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T00:12:19.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>Moment of Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUvKRUcduu8/Tcljh9_i6NI/AAAAAAAACVs/KfzPIZcRPe8/s1600/CRISIS.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUvKRUcduu8/Tcljh9_i6NI/AAAAAAAACVs/KfzPIZcRPe8/s400/CRISIS.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605120646467217618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Research proposal due in 48 hours and this just had to happen now -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-1821462403076413669?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1821462403076413669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-of-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1821462403076413669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1821462403076413669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/05/moment-of-crisis.html' title='Moment of Crisis'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VUvKRUcduu8/Tcljh9_i6NI/AAAAAAAACVs/KfzPIZcRPe8/s72-c/CRISIS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5562480316765120919</id><published>2011-04-11T22:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:38:18.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gluttony'/><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I'm suppose to be REWRITING my cover letter right now but no no no no my mind just can't focus without saving this first!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted to know how the hell people make mustard tastes so good until I had a bottle of mustard at home; thoughts turn into actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have finally decided to google up, "HOW TO MAKE HONEY MUSTARD SAUCE?" Even though it is the most inappropriate time for me to do this and even though my future career plans may be jeopardized by my ridiculous eating habits BUT HONEY MUSTARD JUST TASTE SO HEAVENLY! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO I've decided to paste the recipe here! And when the time comes I am gonna try this! NO MORE PROCRASTINATION! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol the right principle on the wrong agenda :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibAhD_XKnGg/TaMUagqy7eI/AAAAAAAACVk/QpmTBmp2K60/s400/honey-mustard-chicken-tenders.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594337607802875362" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="Underline sectionTitle Heading2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: inherit; font-size: 24px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; letter-spacing: -1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="line" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 24px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(250, 103, 38); "&gt;Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;section style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; "&gt;&lt;section class="thingsYouNeed" style="margin-top: 25px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 20px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 7px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; float: right; position: relative; clear: right; width: 185px; background-image: url(http://v5-ui.ehowcdn.com/ui/sprites/images/content_be2bad2a.png); background-position: -5px 100%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;div class="tape" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -37px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; position: absolute; top: -10px; left: 50%; width: 75px; height: 20px; background-color: rgba(247, 241, 219, 0.648438); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="container" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 20px; padding-right: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; background-color: rgb(247, 249, 248); "&gt;&lt;header style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; "&gt;&lt;h4 class="header Heading5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(184, 13, 25); "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;things you'll need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/header&gt;&lt;ul class="UnorderedTitleList" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: initial; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; border-top-style: none; border-top-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(220, 221, 220); "&gt;3 Tbs mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(220, 221, 220); "&gt;1 Tbs honey or to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;1 1/2 tsp of yellow mustard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/section&gt;&lt;ol id="intelliTxt" class="steps" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;li class="section" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;li class="step" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; clear: left; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="stepNumber" style="margin-top: -3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-family: serif; vertical-align: baseline; float: left; min-height: 35px; color: rgb(250, 103, 38); "&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="stepMeat" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; 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outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Grab a small bowl and start by adding the 3 tablespoons of mayonnaise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="step" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; clear: left; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="stepNumber" style="margin-top: -3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Add the honey and stir until completely combined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="step" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; 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border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;div itemprop="step" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; 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If you believe it is too light, add more. Continue to add more mustard until it is the taste and consistency you prefer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="step" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; clear: left; list-style-type: none; list-style-position: initial; list-style-image: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="stepNumber" style="margin-top: -3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-family: serif; vertical-align: baseline; float: left; min-height: 35px; color: rgb(250, 103, 38); "&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="stepMeat" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 35px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;div itemprop="step" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;Lastly, place it in a dipping bowl and eat. It goes perfect with chicken fingers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/section&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more: &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4747061_make-honey-mustard-sauce.html#ixzz1JE3d3CDz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;How to Make Honey Mustard Sauce | eHow.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_4747061_make-honey-mustard-sauce.html#ixzz1JE3d3CDz" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "&gt;http://www.ehow.com/how_4747061_make-honey-mustard-sauce.html#ixzz1JE3d3CDz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5562480316765120919?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5562480316765120919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5562480316765120919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5562480316765120919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ibAhD_XKnGg/TaMUagqy7eI/AAAAAAAACVk/QpmTBmp2K60/s72-c/honey-mustard-chicken-tenders.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-9171450961836259860</id><published>2011-04-10T04:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T04:59:06.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Pill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gluttony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>Ridiculousness!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at home, mum yelled "EH YOU ALL WANT TO EAT LUNCH OR NOT? IF NOT I DON'T CARE ALREADY"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my sis quickly nudged me and said it with her eyes first mouth second, "pan mee???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't resist the offer. Pan mee sounds good on any day. I was already calculating the number of choices I have to choose from. Chilli pan mee or not chilli pan mee. If chilli pan mee, where, where where? Should we do Face to Face or JoJo's? If not chilli pan mee, would it be Aman Suria Chilli Pan Mee (I know it's called Chilli Pan Mee but the best pan mee there is not the chilli one) or the Paramount Loh Pan Mee? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's one of the toughest, happiest decision I have to make! So no complains there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when mum spoils our hopes and dreams by saying &lt;b&gt;NO CHILLI PAN MEE&lt;/b&gt;, it felt like a tear to a brand new jeans! She just cut half of our buffet table away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT nevermind... we must learn to accept and adapt and that's what we did..we decided on &lt;b&gt;JUST PAN MEE&lt;/b&gt; :D!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mum said "NO I DON'T WANT TO EAT PAN MEE at all", our lips just went thin. My head even felt a little wobbly *no joke*. I take pan mee really very seriously. If there were a million things I was uncertain about, pan mee (and taxes) wouldn't be one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But what can we do?? She's the one with the money. She's the one with the power. Needless to say, we followed her demands despite our buffet table being stowed away from our vivid dreams. It was a &lt;s&gt;nightmare &lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;night-reality&lt;/s&gt; real-mare #!@$!%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT &lt;/b&gt;nevertheless, accept and adapt *ahmitabha* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So we decided on Chow Yang in the end (for those who don't know, this place sells the best ham zhi peng :P). It wasn't a tough choice but it wasn't a happy one either. We reached the spot and we found a place to sit. I wandered around the coffee shop trying to make myself feel better by staring at the western food menu but the vision of my fat tummy wouldn't let me indulge for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I quickly look away before my heart oversteps my logical senses and just told my mum straight "I'll just take the char kuey teow lah" and as fast as I could, I put a distance between me and my comfort food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Something you probably should know about me. I have always been intrigued to know people's order :) :) :). Always wondering if they have ordered better than me or different from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So when I got back to the table, everyone was already seated. I didn't bother to ask my sis what she ordered because it was going to be chicken rice for sure... so despite being emotionally disappointed with my mum I asked her what she was having instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She said, "oh I'm not eating."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-9171450961836259860?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/9171450961836259860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/ridiculousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9171450961836259860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9171450961836259860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/ridiculousness.html' title='Ridiculousness!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3803025297650143046</id><published>2011-04-03T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T00:00:27.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game mode: ON'/><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZpoJWCV1k/TZiZABl2uLI/AAAAAAAACVc/ZgrgtxfQA1Y/s1600/188021_171737242875948_4317922_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZpoJWCV1k/TZiZABl2uLI/AAAAAAAACVc/ZgrgtxfQA1Y/s400/188021_171737242875948_4317922_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591387163086731442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-3803025297650143046?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3803025297650143046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/omg-omg-omg-omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3803025297650143046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3803025297650143046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/omg-omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG OMG'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sZZpoJWCV1k/TZiZABl2uLI/AAAAAAAACVc/ZgrgtxfQA1Y/s72-c/188021_171737242875948_4317922_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-10518763273321219</id><published>2011-04-02T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T01:11:34.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIFE'/><title type='text'>Dancing knees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The culture of an organisation depicts how and why people do things and being in SIFE and SAS (Sunway Accounting Society) I've managed to experience two distinct cultural beliefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 6 months since SIFE Sunway has started off and things have been going great. Not smooth but great :) We first had 90 members collectively from last year October to this year February but this week's recruitment drive had shot us up with a total 210 members. It was really shocking to our eyes and ears to see the growth rate of our movement but we are holding our hopes from believing all 210 members would be active.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIdHLifdom0/TZdWzIA5yKI/AAAAAAAACVM/NbdV9qEgsIA/s400/205616_121492747927000_100001988251482_156072_4721829_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591032898728347810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Backdrop done by Michelle Tan, Project Manager :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless I'm so proud of my recruitment team out there. To be able to recruit 140 members is just crazy! Sometimes we get shot down real bad. Sometimes we're not even given a chance to explain, like how I wouldn't let a salesman explain when he tries to sell me something in the supermarket. Karma has come back crawling to me and this time it's not enough to just harm me, they want my team's spirit too :O But we didn't go down easy did we? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another quality I see in our SIFE organisation is teamwork. No man can lead alone. This I stand by forevermore. And in SIFE I never feel like I'm in it alone. Nabilah never fails to send me thank you notes every time we accomplish a job and Siew Ming's always there to help whenever and wherever. It's a good team but not solely because of our core committee but because of our members as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmHVmFLHyOg/TZdWzYE3ekI/AAAAAAAACVU/G-0F8xbSkug/s400/208432_121492727927002_100001988251482_156071_5657544_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591032903039941186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms.Tee and I on second shift of the day :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like just this week our recruitment drive on the last day was on a slower pace than the first and our IT head, Huei Wen and a few of our members came up with a brilliant idea to boost it. Since SIFE is open to everyone, they decided to call the ACCA lecturer to let us come in during class to promote SIFE. Brilliant idea because one ACCA class holds about 200+ students. It would expand our market hugely. So they initiated the strategy quickly and fortunately the lecturer agreed&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*YAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; but they needed me to speak &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*WHAT!??!?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"yea we need you to promote SIFE in 10 minutes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happen to letting me at least attend one Toastmasters meeting first??? It was a panicky situation in the pit of my stomach but I couldn't show. After all a vice president isn't suppose to be afraid of the crowd, right? &amp;gt;&amp;lt; I was shaken to my knees. Communication skills may have prepped me for a speech but not an impromptu one and definitely not one that is in front of 200+ people. But I had to. For 3 days I have been preaching to every man and woman that passed by the SIFE booth that we can only show you the door, whether you want to take a chance and stand up above the crowd that is you and you alone. I would be a total fake if I didn't believe in what I say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went. And it was crazy. But I had my team with me. The ACCA SIFE members stood behind me. My Recruitment committee stood beside me. With the mic in my hand, I stood there staring at their anticipating faces.. waiting and waiting... waiting and waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I began. A practice I have done for the 3 days only this time I had to look left and right and up and down to make sure I had all their attention. Analyse the crowd and speak with confidence because if you don't believe it they can see it. It was scary, no doubt. &lt;b&gt;SUPER shitty SCARY&lt;/b&gt;. The front row would have definitely caught my dancing knees but nevertheless I won't not let my enthusiasm shake. I finished off with a louder voice, vowing them to listen to my final words, urging them that SIFE is not a game we play, it's a game plan to a higher business platform. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good crowd and even the lecturer said it was well-spoken &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*blushing in and out*&lt;/span&gt; but the most important thing was the fact that I made myself proud that day :) It's been such awhile since I have but it feels good competing with myself once in awhile. Especially when I win ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-10518763273321219?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/10518763273321219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/dancing-knees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/10518763273321219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/10518763273321219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/dancing-knees.html' title='Dancing knees'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qIdHLifdom0/TZdWzIA5yKI/AAAAAAAACVM/NbdV9qEgsIA/s72-c/205616_121492747927000_100001988251482_156072_4721829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3472797032463290797</id><published>2011-04-01T00:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:06:01.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The L word'/><title type='text'>Tested in shallow waters</title><content type='html'>Performance is a measure applied earlier in our life than we know it. The experienced always tell us, "the working realm is the worst you can ever expect. it is nothing like university life at all. you better start enjoying it now than never." Well that's where they are wrong. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is definitely not nothing at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People talk. Let's just put it this way. And when they talk they really talk a lot. Some things may be true. Some things may be exaggerated. What you wish for is for the good stuff to be dramatized. The bad stuff to be forgotten and swept under the rug. But people are people and no matter how many times you preach "forgive and forget", no one really forgets. However, despite this character of ours, your success stories won't be told. You want that, read the Times (if you can cause a bigger scene than Egypt and Libya add together). Your flaws, on the other hand, would be read like an opened book &amp;gt;) if not a note pad with still plenty of room for bitter flavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it just sucks like that but even so you can't change what is. Especially when you have group assignments in school and when you reputation is contaminated from previous experiences, urgh life just suck so bad. Suezan always asking me "why your class so dramatic wan??" Hey, we're accounting and finance students fighting for ICAEW sponsors. It's not that I'm fighting against you. I'm just fighting with you. And it is you that will also determine around 15% (give or take qualitative issues) of my possible sponsorship. So of course everyone wants best pick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're good you're in. You're bad, well... fight! Show them what lies they have in their head. DON'T LET THE LIES GET TO YOU :/ because if you do that's really just too bad. It's one year and a quarter more to go. And they say the bad times feel longer than it should.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So whatcha gonna do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-3472797032463290797?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3472797032463290797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/tested-in-shallow-waters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3472797032463290797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3472797032463290797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/tested-in-shallow-waters.html' title='Tested in shallow waters'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6802228131078332554</id><published>2011-04-01T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:10:36.951+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><title type='text'>A unifi strategy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna throw shit at tm.net's doors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and make sure they swallow it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoon by spoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hard or soft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;liquid or solid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going down their throat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until they unclog my internet connection!%&amp;amp;@%!!!#!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6802228131078332554?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6802228131078332554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/unifi-strategy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6802228131078332554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6802228131078332554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/04/unifi-strategy.html' title='A unifi strategy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3775157354701416793</id><published>2011-03-28T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:11:06.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Keeping the Momentum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Corporate and Finance Reporting 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Malaysian Taxation System&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Principle and practices of Management&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Research Method&lt;/i&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;Say hello to my babies this semester because we'll gonna be best friends 8 hours from now for 14 weeks starting today. Is it gonna be love at first sight or a terrible murder in plight? Well, we'll just have to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meantime upcoming projects and events:&lt;/b&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;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inter Business Tycoon in University Nottingham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIFE Recruitment Week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SIFE Official Launch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toastmasters Pre-meet up!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SAS Career Fair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LEAP Platinum workshops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may look like I have nothing to do and just cari problems for myself but here's what I have deduced :D. If I fill my timetable with more work then I won't have time to stress about the fact that I have already a lot of work because there's just too much work to be complaining there's too much work! You get what I mean? lol I just do hope my body can cope with my ridiculously crazy plan this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh! Body? can right? can right??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can lah ;D&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/2663422563947515537-3775157354701416793?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3775157354701416793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-momentum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3775157354701416793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3775157354701416793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/03/keeping-momentum.html' title='Keeping the Momentum!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6337419963434531669</id><published>2011-03-26T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:12:02.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Insights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Currently dwelling in my ridiculously short holiday and so much yet so little has happened (if you get what I mean). This coming semester is gonna be another rough one. It's going to be me and 4 other subjects. I keep telling myself before I begin every semester that these programs are gonna eat you from inside. They are gonna make you crawl and step on you when you're low. And even then when you have lost every ounce of energy in your body to cry defeat they will show no mercy. Nothing less from a hell misery. But ONE thing you must always remember throughout this quest, this journey, this challenge, this path, this war, whatever you call it: when one semester ends and the next one comes, what has stayed the same? You will survive every change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6337419963434531669?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6337419963434531669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/03/insights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6337419963434531669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6337419963434531669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/03/insights.html' title='Insights'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6364960215836729450</id><published>2011-02-12T03:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:13:29.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>Like what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mU7ihD5Eyug/TVWRlOYSUQI/AAAAAAAACVE/ZsqqWRFywo0/s1600/KUMON.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mU7ihD5Eyug/TVWRlOYSUQI/AAAAAAAACVE/ZsqqWRFywo0/s400/KUMON.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572520182642004226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inc.com/ss/10-most-promising-franchises-2011#0"&gt;http://www.inc.com/ss/10-most-promising-franchises-2011#0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out who's on no. 4.&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;And they only pay me like what.... RM5 per hour??! You can't get anymore cheapskate than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2663422563947515537-6364960215836729450?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6364960215836729450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6364960215836729450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6364960215836729450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-what.html' title='Like what??'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mU7ihD5Eyug/TVWRlOYSUQI/AAAAAAAACVE/ZsqqWRFywo0/s72-c/KUMON.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4593412394166409434</id><published>2011-01-15T02:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:14:57.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIFE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><title type='text'>And the Most Boring Girlfriend Award goes to...</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why but I always find myself looking at the time before I attempt to fill this space. Maybe it's because half the time I don't know whether I'm going to finish what I've started and then my mind starts wonder how long would I take before I just decide to forget about posting or.............................................. no I've got nothing. Let's just go----&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK maybe for old time's sake I'm just gonna do this -.- : It's currently 2.35am and the boyfriend is out clubbing when this girlfriend here is at home stoning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm in a marriage already -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow the "husband" is packing off to Cameron Highlands while the "wife" is going for another SIFE meeting. Currently her "company" is facing humongous growth. As I am typing this at 2.37am, expansion plans for SIFE bhd is being laid out mentally and globally. The husband may be laying some other things :/ the wife may not know of but what we do know up until this stage is the wife isn't the one having a lot of fun &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like in every relationship, there's a need for an Elephant super glue. You know the thing that holds everything together even when it seems so impossible for it to be called a single unit. Yea, well in this story the sticky thing is call SIFE, the "company". And the role SIFE plays is simple yet if uncalled for... I can only imagine how insanity would look like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways :D something to cheer up the mood (this is totally for self-interest but feel free to indulge :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes the only way to love what you do is to look at the impact of what you can do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orientation Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today the new School of Business Jan 2011 intakes are having their orientation. But SIFE needed to do a little branding and also a little bit more brainwashing... so what better way to do that but to start from the young ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbOdDb51I/AAAAAAAACUc/BNfEDHgWi_Q/s1600/speech.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbOdDb51I/AAAAAAAACUc/BNfEDHgWi_Q/s400/speech.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562116212422076242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our President - Nabilah and her inspirational speech&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her voice was better than the video ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbN8oXyxI/AAAAAAAACUM/m6Oz972PTmU/s400/sunflower.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562116203718626066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SIFE Brochures :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am proud to say that we made these babies in 3 days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care what meets the definition of impromptu but that definitely beats impromptu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And their pretty too! Don't trust me? get me to prove it to you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbOPvlklI/AAAAAAAACUU/tWFWMxdR1Lo/s1600/sunladies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbOPvlklI/AAAAAAAACUU/tWFWMxdR1Lo/s1600/sunladies.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbOPvlklI/AAAAAAAACUU/tWFWMxdR1Lo/s400/sunladies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562116208849162834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is us :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siew Ming and I. Having our little camwhore fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The least we can do when our husbands are out there cheating on us &amp;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think we've knock down some people today. The crowd was expectedly small. It's an orientation we couldn't forget and no one likes orientations. But at least we got some sign ups and many questions. Results are neverless results :). Alright.. It's now 3.03am. And the next meeting is in...... approximately...erm... 8 hours. People to meet! Projects to unfold! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;erm........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you don't think the title of this post has anything to do with this do you???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.10. Ok! I should sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Still no phone call. Omg. 3.19. SLEEP!&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/2663422563947515537-4593412394166409434?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4593412394166409434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-most-boring-girlfriend-award-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4593412394166409434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4593412394166409434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-most-boring-girlfriend-award-goes.html' title='And the Most Boring Girlfriend Award goes to...'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TTCbOdDb51I/AAAAAAAACUc/BNfEDHgWi_Q/s72-c/speech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5921123833880795813</id><published>2011-01-05T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:00:07.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIFE'/><title type='text'>Hello 2011</title><content type='html'>It's now been 6 days of the new year and everything ahead looks pretty blurry yet mysteriously exciting. Already this coming weekend I'm gonna get a taste of the outdoors! Not exactly outdoorsy like the smell of the woods and the sound of the waterfalls BUT like outside my house door kind of outdoorsy -.- OK  let's try this again.  BUT like OUTSIDE Selangor's borders kind of outdoorsy! How's that? ;) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although I've been to this place like a million time, this weekend is going to be different. And although this could be the million and oneth (or is it the million and first??? Grammar confuses me T.T) time to Genting, this experience is a complete turnaround from the million because I'll be surrounded by strangers this time. Like maybe&lt;b&gt; 95%&lt;/b&gt; of them! Hopefully by the end of this event I can say I know 20%. We'll just have to wait and see :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, I must have missed out, this hoohaa I've been talking about is a Team Building/Training course organised by Malaysian SIFE (Student In Free Enterprise). 7 new committee members are invited to join this activity and see how it plays out. We're gonna be staying at the Genting View Resort during this 3 days 2 night event where they will slave us and shape us into hopefully a real man :P. And if we don't...well... no pain... because everything is being paid for ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll really have to just wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011, how do you do? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5921123833880795813?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5921123833880795813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5921123833880795813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5921123833880795813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2011/01/hello-2011.html' title='Hello 2011'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7346079208345138705</id><published>2010-12-27T21:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:16:54.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><title type='text'>His side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They've got their eyes on you. Watchful they are, the way you carry yourself. Alert they are for that weakness in your voice. Searching for every hole, searching for every back door. They've got their eyes on you. They've got their eyes on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN IS DINNER EVER GOING TO BE OVER??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never have I thought I would hear myself say that. Not in a million years!! Not in a gazzilion years!!! And I don't even know how many years is that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Family Dinners are my worst disasters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are just the worst! Why? It's because it's so awkward! Like awkward turtle awkward!* Why? It's because we're not even close to each other! Yes, we may be blood related (I have no idea how but we are by law) but there seems to be an invisible wall blocking every single related blood we have of each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TRjBVHyt1rI/AAAAAAAACT0/riEHurxcBvE/s400/turtle_snail.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555402708974687922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;*ACCORDING TO THE AUSTRALIANS&lt;/b&gt;: an awkward turtle is a mascot of an awkward moment. I got this from my friend who only stayed there for like a few months before learning this right away. If you see a turtle on its back, whirling its leg, struggling to get back on its leg, it would be kinda awkward looking (AGAIN, this is ACCORDING TO THE AUSTRALIANS). SO they invented a sign that poses that moment exactly! In the events you came across an awkward moment but it would be EVEN MORE awkward if you said out loud "&lt;b&gt;AWK&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;b&gt;WARD&lt;/b&gt;" you show the awkward turtle sign :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TRjBVM0b1yI/AAAAAAAACTs/5tOcgtM3J8w/s400/3867558729_222687918b.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555402710324074274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;like this :P (don't forget to whirl you thumbs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually NORMAL kinds of&lt;b&gt; TERRIBLE&lt;/b&gt; dinners would involve the non-stop-comparison given in a special aunty's edition. I have no idea why do they what they do! Does it make them more superior or something?? Tell me because I seriously have no idea at all. They just love to do it. And once their done with comparing every single little thing you are bad at, they move on to the incomparable things. And that doesn't mean it's even a good thing -_-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad always say let them talk all they want. Always the zen master he is. "Once you stop bothering about what they say, they will eventually stop" BUT there's no telling when eventually will ever come right?? They just LOVE to talk about you! Your stomach. Your height. Your hips. Your results!&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;your results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. BUT I'm 21 now and things have changed long since primary school. Reds have changed to blues. Frowns have turned into 'What? you sure it's who and who?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately when things get better for you people tend to not speak about it. It's not really that interesting to talk about the good stuff you know -.- We wanna know who died, who lied and who failed. But when flowers are blooming and wheats are growing, where can we find more input to our sick habit?? Well well well where else can you get rich with these information but from the rich itself. And suddenly money becomes a key to acknowledgement?? And are we still at the family dinner? You tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt like the world was shrunk down to the size of that table and we were the people populating it. Regardless of what you've learned in school- that blood is thicker than water- people were capable of anything when circumstances change. And the word family can become nothing but a measure word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7346079208345138705?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7346079208345138705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7346079208345138705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7346079208345138705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-side.html' title='His side'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TRjBVHyt1rI/AAAAAAAACT0/riEHurxcBvE/s72-c/turtle_snail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6732200431867960310</id><published>2010-12-23T23:31:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T04:35:25.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game mode: ON'/><title type='text'>Discovery Week Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROFhXiOQHI/AAAAAAAACSI/kwJIJhf_zjM/s1600/DW9_ROADSHOWFLYER_FA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROFhXiOQHI/AAAAAAAACSI/kwJIJhf_zjM/s400/DW9_ROADSHOWFLYER_FA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553929573777686642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;Holidays are great but not when you're too broke to get yourself anything! Discovery Week has been a hyped up event over the past few weeks. It is the realization of every teenage dream because let's face it... you have no money your dreams are nothing but a peck of dust left waiting to wiped off to the space of nowhere *drama much* heh. Anyways, BACK TO THE POINT, Discovery Week! What is it? Well, Mac City have been organizing a tour, whereby these people will go around giving out gifts! What kinda gifts???? Well, it's MAC CITY! What else do you expect them to give out? Candy bars with low fat, low carbs, low everything? If so -_- I must be an idiot to be blogging about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're talking about a brand new iPod Touch!  an iPod Nano! a Logitech Rechargeable Speaker S715i! an Audio technica headphones! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;All these for just doing what kids do best; play a game. No kidding! They are just that generous and on the right time of the year too! The school holidays have started long ago and it's getting too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt; WE NEED GAME! And just by doing what we need to get what we want, WHY NOT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; "&gt;This Christmas Mac City is out discovering the best of the best Milk Farmer, Fruit Ninja and King of the Hills. 3 Games. 6 winners. First prize you'll earn yourself a fancy new iTouch and super glossy headphones that are water resistant. Second prize you'll earn yourself a brand new iPod nano that comes in the size of your thumb! You might be thinking "WTH how am I suppose to win when I don't even have one to practice any of these games??" Well, fear not because they do have booths opened up on those days just for people to test their product. And you can just stand there the WHOLE day and TRY and TRY and TRY and TRY until you get the score you want then you just show it to the man incharge and he/she will jot down your name! Haha as lifeless as this may sound, in the end it is just one day of sufferings for a lifetime of joy so why the hell complain huh? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Previously I had blogged on how &lt;a href="http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/shinggg.html"&gt;Fruit Ninja&lt;/a&gt; is played and believe you me it is simple to play but it is not easy to be great. This time Mac City had  decided to heat it up a little by bringing in two more other games. Now I'm not too sure on how King of the Hills is played but Milk the Cow my fingers know it best :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROUwVw3JVI/AAAAAAAACSQ/hIEVjyNAvKA/s400/dw7_milkthecow1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553946323674670418" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All you gotta do is wait for the PINK GO sign and that's really the hardest part. As soon as you see this, use your best fingering method to milk the cow! You can use your thumbs. You can use your thumb and your pinky. You can use your pinky and your pointy. Ahh...you're smart you get what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROUwzNKv2I/AAAAAAAACSg/lzB5ti5qhz0/s1600/dw7_milkthecow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROUwzNKv2I/AAAAAAAACSg/lzB5ti5qhz0/s400/dw7_milkthecow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553946331578023778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what you gotta do is fill as many buckets as you can. AS MANY AS POSSIBLE. Once one bucket is full, you just need to swipe the bucket away for a brand new empty bucket. Best effect: push the bottom of the bucket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more visual instructions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROUwQcYi_I/AAAAAAAACSY/Wj1iakvh3w8/s1600/dw7_milkthecow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROUwQcYi_I/AAAAAAAACSY/Wj1iakvh3w8/s400/dw7_milkthecow3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553946322246601714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you must understand the game now! It's elementary level! But I won't advice little kids to contest. To be one of the best, your fingers must be like an athlete. I'm no athlete in person let alone my fingers. Had blisters after 10 go's &gt;(. So last warning: Milk the Cow = not for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the Discovery Week 10 at One Utama, the boyfriend went and try out the game and even he couldn't win despite the gamer he is. A girl beat him instead ;P lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROYKJ4CDGI/AAAAAAAACSo/WrGZ6V-CKiw/s1600/800pxpicholder36-433x650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROYKJ4CDGI/AAAAAAAACSo/WrGZ6V-CKiw/s400/800pxpicholder36-433x650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553950065695001698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an ACCA student from Sunway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;18.8 buckets, her highest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But then he wasn't so bad himself ;). After winning the iPod touch from the Discovery Week 9 at Sunway in the Fruit Ninja Contest, he did it again at One Utama. How's that for a holiday? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROeLyZ5nlI/AAAAAAAACSw/J70RBmDI6I0/s1600/theend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROeLyZ5nlI/AAAAAAAACSw/J70RBmDI6I0/s400/theend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553956690824109650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Ben, the Ninja, the dude, and some big shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The dude on the right is ALSO a SUNWAY student doing the Victoria program. And since Ben is doing the Lancaster program in Sun-U as well, it suddenly seems like Tan Sri Dato Seri Dr.Jeffery Cheah (the Dean of the University) is doing a really good job in molding his students into the successor he is (lol that is if life is like a game).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Discovery Week Challenge has been such a good experience and certainly a heart pounding one. Not only for the finalists but for the spectators as well! Last week's event I played the cheerleader role and as loud as I can be I was! It was really really scary!! No shit! Ben was one of the top 5's chosen into the semi finals and they had to pick 2 out of the 5. In my chair I was, front row seats, I was praying and praying, hoping and hoping he would just make it into top 2 because once you're in even if you lose you walk home with an iPod nano for CHRISTMAS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROktmuaWJI/AAAAAAAACTI/8KapsqDUDjY/s400/battleground.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553963868874234002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beyond crazy! I think I could have peed in my pants. . . hmm . . . this is sad but I actually think I could have peed in my pants =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROktWuxfWI/AAAAAAAACTA/TmHimN_07Lk/s400/fanclub.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553963864580783458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*taken when we found out Ben won over another guy by only 2 fruits!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROkt_Mv0dI/AAAAAAAACTQ/JL15-WhutHg/s400/IMAG0430.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553963875443921362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and Michelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not everyday you get to take pictures with expensive gadgets ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROofo8Y14I/AAAAAAAACTg/QPRpQbyXJPo/s1600/63232_470753696038_503601038_6249943_286306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROofo8Y14I/AAAAAAAACTg/QPRpQbyXJPo/s400/63232_470753696038_503601038_6249943_286306_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553968026998069122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;double the iPod, double the fun ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The boy now is trying to figure out how to jailbreak the new iPod as it is using the new 4.2 OS. Sometimes I really do believe that we're two very different people. I'm never good at all these techy stuff and I'm no good at games either (except in Monopoly :P thrashed him yesterday! *heh* for once) as oppose to him but this could be healthy for us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow I just wish for them to put on a game (maybe Taboo *hahaha* who am I kidding) that I can win in. Lol maybe not win-win-in but win-win-ben at least &gt;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until that happens, I think Mac City should consider hiring Ben as an employee or something. Or maybe put a restraining order on him joining any of their future contest hahaha (-_- i know i'm killing my chances of getting another shiny apple) or they may just face the consequences of him winning their next iPod in the NEXT tour :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Where would it be next? I hope Pavillion! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discoveryweek.com.my/"&gt;http://www.discoveryweek.com.my/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROofo8Y14I/AAAAAAAACTg/QPRpQbyXJPo/s1600/63232_470753696038_503601038_6249943_286306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2663422563947515537-6732200431867960310?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6732200431867960310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/12/discovery-week-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6732200431867960310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6732200431867960310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/12/discovery-week-challenge.html' title='Discovery Week Challenge'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TROFhXiOQHI/AAAAAAAACSI/kwJIJhf_zjM/s72-c/DW9_ROADSHOWFLYER_FA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8601039338457932758</id><published>2010-12-21T18:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:17:26.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>I've been meaning to blog, I swear.</title><content type='html'>2 weeks and 1 day. That is how long I have been in a holiday. That is the amount of time I have been free from lecturers breathing down my neck, filling my heart with hatred and disdain, leaving me with only unanswered questions at night. I needed this holiday. I needed to love people more than I hated them. And it is a good holiday. Not so much of resting but more like a breather from all that seriousness. And now it's been 2 weeks and a day! I had already met faces I've been missing sick. I had already seen persons I've been wondering how the hell they've been. I had already cleared my head, made peace with my soul, loved and love again.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks and 1 day.... is more than enough for a holiday.&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/2663422563947515537-8601039338457932758?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8601039338457932758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-been-meaning-to-blog-i-solemnly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8601039338457932758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8601039338457932758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-been-meaning-to-blog-i-solemnly.html' title='I&apos;ve been meaning to blog, I swear.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4464504388461957246</id><published>2010-11-18T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:18:41.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Again</title><content type='html'>It would be another 2 weeks more (at least) before I write in here again. Currently burdened with exam stress. I feel like I'm playing a ticking bomb game. Like the one you play at kiddie parties, pass the box around until the music stops. You don't want to hold it when the music ends. You don't want to be you but you don't know when it's going to. The anticipation is killing you. It makes you wonder will you even survive before the game spells end.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself doing all sorts of things even though they can be done later. even though I've got so many better things to do, so many MUST things to do. The pressure is just so loud that it pushes me away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the further I've gone the more I get lost in nowhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4464504388461957246?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4464504388461957246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4464504388461957246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4464504388461957246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/again.html' title='Again'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1297279921823367198</id><published>2010-11-06T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:21:09.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovey dovey'/><title type='text'>Forever 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNRJ_hRzqwI/AAAAAAAACSA/83d6qUliirA/s1600/download.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNRJ_hRzqwI/AAAAAAAACSA/83d6qUliirA/s400/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536131197558827778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-1297279921823367198?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1297279921823367198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/forever-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1297279921823367198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1297279921823367198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/forever-2.html' title='Forever 2'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNRJ_hRzqwI/AAAAAAAACSA/83d6qUliirA/s72-c/download.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7222880353700020474</id><published>2010-11-05T23:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:46:58.525+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game mode: ON'/><title type='text'>SHINGGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok you are probably wondering what kinda sound effect is SHINGGG! Well, here's 3 clues. It's something sharp. It's something fun. It's something for everyone!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRUIT NINJA!! SHINGGGGG!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNQr_0ljaxI/AAAAAAAACRY/XC37vdcsRPk/s400/fruit_ninja_iphone.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536098217393089298" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I was at Sunway Pyramid for a SIFE meeting (for those who of you who have no idea what is SIFE I shall explain further in the future when I read the whole handbook) (don't want you guys to get the wrong idea no no no :P) but that wasn't the only reason I was there. Last week a bunch of Mac people were at my school. Sunway University if no one is paying attention &gt;(. And they were promoting the new iPod Touch. Honestly, I never like apple products. Not because they don't look nice and sleek and I bet if you put it on your skin you've never felt richer but IT'S SO EXPENSIVE I CAN DIE! But this time they were promoting a game with it. A competition. Ahhh this can be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best thing is... it's not just a competition. It's A FRUIT NINJA COMPETITION!!!!!!! How to win? All you need to do is be the top 5 for the day and then you will be called back to the finals on the 6th (WHICH IS TOMORROW!!!) to compete against 15 other contestants and FOR WHAT!??! The Best Part seriously : First prize the iPod TOUCH itself. Second prize an iPod Nano (not too shabby huh? ;] ). I know I may seem greedy since I already have my HTC desire and my iPod classic but an extra electronic gadget never hurt anybody ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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: justify;"&gt;SO what do you think I've been doing these few days?? Practicing??? no lahh not so no life k? I only play when Dr.Cheng, the medical doctor of my financial management paper is rounding the classroom asking people about their day. This takes about like 30 minutes for me to warm up my brain. Then when Mr.Stanley is doing his routine talk on materiality concept, yea here's time for more practice as well. A really really long one. And whenever I feel super stress reading emails from my team members, I swipe some fruits too. Nick says I have no life. But actually I no life because I have to read his work lor... kekeke... &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways with all that practice you must be thinking I should be good right?? Well, you betcha I am. Muahahha! So far no one has beaten me yet! Not even super competitive Ben! 1000+! In your face@^!^%!%&amp;amp;! *ahem* I mean yeah my score is only 1000+. It's not much but it's what I can do for now on my HTC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNQsAcURJfI/AAAAAAAACRo/37lYAJRrt3s/s400/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 174px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536098228058007026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninja Kaka on HTC :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT HERE'S THE CATCH. My HTC allows me to play NINJA KAKA. But the competition is for FRUIT NINJA. So although I've been getting better at slicing fruits day by day, I was doing it on the wrong system.&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNQsALliL5I/AAAAAAAACRg/wqj756-s6qQ/s400/fruit-ninja-1.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536098223567024018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don't touch the bomb! don't drop the fruits! don't miss the dragon fruit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES IT IS DIFFERENT. HTC is wayyyy easier. The fruits come out more often than the bombs. The sword is much more thicker so you don't have to apply much accuracy. AND in HTC there's actually such thing as COMBO 5. You get that when you can swipe 5 fruits in a go. But with the iPod touch, good Lord I will go to church for even a COMBO 4 ok!@!#! Fruit Ninja has more bombs swinging and crisscrossing around! Their fruits are seldom thrown up together. DON'T THEY UNDERSTAND *sensei voice on* "united we stand. divided we fall"??? They should really consider calling it Bomb Ninja :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before this I was quite ignorant. I really thought I had a chance until Ben told me it's really that different. So I took his advice and tried playing Nick's iPhone and like most of the time, Ben was right :(. I couldn't even get pass 100+. They totally divided my score by a 10 and dump away my undivided hope for an apple product. Sheer cruelty!* ;_;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNQtysFARJI/AAAAAAAACR4/zOROPMuVm0Y/s400/high-score.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536100190794040466" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thing I like about the Fruit Ninja is that after every time you lose at least haha you get a sensei advice on fruits. Best thing about that is their actually true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was at Sunway Pyramid Orange Atrium today, I saw a line to where people were queuing up for their fate to be judged. Everyone was there. And by everyone I mean the old, the young, the babies, the boys, the girls, the ladies. Everyone! Such brave people! I stood there admiring them as they, one by one step on to the STAGE and have a go on the wicked machine. What scared me most was not the fact that the camera man was zooming his vision on the top of your screen while you play!! What scared me most was the blardy damn EMCEE! He was like "WOAH!!! SIX POINTS ONLY!!" "EH AH BOI YOU NOT SUPPOSE TO SLICE THE BOMB LAHH" "EH YOU LOSE ALREADY AH? SO WHAT'S YOUR SCORE? &lt;b&gt;60 ONLY!!!&lt;/b&gt;" Really very demoralizing lorrrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But Ben persuaded me to join anyways because well, he's Ben and we had to wait until 2pm anyhow for them to announce whether he was in the top 5 or not. So I joined! I'm not gonna lie. When I stood up there and when the emcee asked me to face in front I was still calm but when the camera man walked up to me and swung his wire behind my legs and came so close to my hair (he even moved it a little with his lens) my hands were on ecstasy. I couldn't stop shaking. Together with the emcee they made me vibrate on stage!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was making my way to 300++ but just when I thought I was concentrating I didn't. The emcee looked at the screen and shouted, "I SEE NOW SHE IS AT 325!" and that was it -_____-. SHINGGG!! BOOOM! I guess I must be shaking real bad and I bet the camera man got it all since he was soooo blardy close to me...because when I looked up and walked down the stage beaten the crowd applauded for my somewhat "bravery". I think they kinda thought this was really hard for me. I couldn't even stand still :/ and my fingers became all cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But at the end of the day I did get second :) and although I know there's a big chance I won't win anything tomorrow during the finals but at least I got their shirt for trying ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNQsAtV4AiI/AAAAAAAACRw/RnTNk_sLhcI/s400/76347_449050151038_503601038_5946842_1245325_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536098232628150818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh Oh oh! By the way, for those who miss out on this don't worry! Tomorrow be at Sunway Pyramid at 1pm for a chance to be as close as a ninja as you can be! It's only until 2pm before the finals at 3! Take a slice!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S.U.R.V.I.V.O.R&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/2663422563947515537-7222880353700020474?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7222880353700020474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/shinggg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7222880353700020474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7222880353700020474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/11/shinggg.html' title='SHINGGG!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TNQr_0ljaxI/AAAAAAAACRY/XC37vdcsRPk/s72-c/fruit_ninja_iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7307091792568155721</id><published>2010-10-11T23:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:25:41.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Ben'/><title type='text'>Honesty is honestly..</title><content type='html'>One of the worse anticipated events a couple has to go through in life is not the countless arguments that end with tears. It is not the sleepless nights thinking of each other when apart. It is not the fear of the future one has problems picturing another in. No, after tonight I consider myself a brave soul no matter what you people might think. Today I consider myself a survivor among all survivors. Today I met Ben's parents...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*swallow saliva*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and all his relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the scariest decision I've made since I've turned 21. Certainly not the hardest but it was definitely not the calmest. I was biting my nails. I was churning my stomach. And all the butterflies in my tummy felt like they were on pheromones. It was so sick! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... it was his mum's 50th SURPRISE Birthday dinner! It would have been SUPER hypocritical of me if I had even thought of not going. For all those times I preached on guys being so &lt;i&gt;mm sek jou&lt;/i&gt; (inattentive), I couldn't just sit down, lay back and do the same. Regardless of how much of a hypocrite I have been or will become, I refuse to be stereotyped in one of those. Not after how much my ego has gone through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did it turned out at the end? Did I make it out of the car? Was I a total embarrassment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I did make a fool out of myself when Ben's aunt kept asking for the side of the cake with lots and lots of caramel nuts and when she asked me to have some I refused (as politely as I could)(it was Tiramisu with chocolate in the middle T_T). And maybe it got worse when she said I &lt;i&gt;mm pei min&lt;/i&gt; (never give face) when I kept refusing. So I surrendered and said without thinking "ok ok but I want the one with the sides filled with the lots of nuts also" to tease her...and maybe question no.3 is answered here. Total embarrassment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urghhh... *slap slap* Rule no.1 ladies: don't bring your "witty" self out when with the future in laws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if I clicked or didn't click with the clique. Feel comfortable or just plain miserable. I don't know what I was feeling. But what I know is at three quarter of our dinner I was giving relationship advice to Ben's cousin on a Korean chic. He thought I was a psychologist. I thought I was already screwed up. But if that didn't do the trick, my next charming move did. When I die, Ben please carve on my grave "a sucker for sarcastic comments". Because that was what happened. I became a sucker. A terrible one. His cousin made a hilarious comment on Ben's other cousin's girlfriend who was just on the way back to our table (who was also nagging him about his relationship for more than 2 years) and it was so funny! Like Chandler from Friends funny!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know it's bad to laugh at my own species but he said because of her he wants to study in New Zealand for peace and quiet. And because of her he also dated a Korean chic who couldn't speak perfect english for doses of tranquility. Oh he is so adorable. He practically decolourized my body since all my blood was flowing straight up to my face. Gosh I must have looked like I was drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings us to Rule no.2: bring an extra lady-like pill on the way out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I could turn back time and studied harder on good behaviour before this. Maybe it would turn out better than my Financial Management paper. Maybe that is actually possible since I shot 11 questions out of 30 for my paper. Or maybe I'm just blabbing right now because they want to see more of me again and I have a feeling that this is not the end of the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But somehow this is becoming dangerously interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7307091792568155721?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7307091792568155721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/10/honesty-is-honestly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7307091792568155721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7307091792568155721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/10/honesty-is-honestly.html' title='Honesty is honestly..'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5383676756837295882</id><published>2010-10-09T22:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:22:53.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Contrary to common belief, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sometimes what people think&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;of &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is more important than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;what you think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/2663422563947515537-5383676756837295882?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5383676756837295882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/10/contrary-to-common-belief-sometimes_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5383676756837295882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5383676756837295882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/10/contrary-to-common-belief-sometimes_09.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8360740924626432023</id><published>2010-09-27T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T02:25:17.754+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Ben'/><title type='text'>I dare you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;say looks don't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; babe i think im fat already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; we need to do something about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ɞ ɛ ɴ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; no ure not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; lets not live in denial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; because when im too fat to go through the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; you will make me dump you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; because you wont dump me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and that isnt pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; for me or my body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ɞ ɛ ɴ says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hahaha u dam doink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8360740924626432023?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8360740924626432023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dare-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8360740924626432023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8360740924626432023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dare-you.html' title='I dare you'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7746255561735153884</id><published>2010-09-26T02:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T00:37:57.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship for Dummies'/><title type='text'>Chapped lips</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when you drink too much water for a week: your body gets accustomed to the overflowing liquids and when you decide to go back to 1 bottle of water a day you get 3 ulcers without notice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned: don't provide more if you can't sustain the growth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Applicable for girlfriend/boyfriend relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7746255561735153884?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7746255561735153884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapped-lips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7746255561735153884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7746255561735153884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapped-lips.html' title='Chapped lips'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-9032715479083258983</id><published>2010-09-24T00:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:56:29.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Pill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes I stop and wonder how old I am because freedom is something I don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kit is leaving to LSE this Saturday and the trip that I've been planning on going with the gang to "celebrate" his leave has never materialized, at least for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes I sit at home while plans made turn into plans executed and even though I'm an avid player in the first process, I seldom make it to the second. My parents. Sigh. I don't know whether they get their own special copy of the Star or their mindsets is as open as a closed book. You think you can escape crime just by sitting at home? You think that home alarm system you have is impenetrable?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe that's why I'm really good at what I'm doing. I can only imagine what is out there and never really experience it for myself because you guys are too busy building a barrier between me and the world and calling it love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get it. I appreciate what you're trying to do. And if you yell at me or detain me for camping on the streets, by all means cuff my hands too. If you catch me taking cocaine, please shoot me and don't you pull back. But this is not the case isn't it? Or is it at all similar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do believe I can be rational. And if you reason with me, I do believe I can see two sides of a coin. But you wouldn't even hear my side. It's as if I'm suggesting suicidal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you really think I'm not old enough to at least differentiate between the safe and the unguarded?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh..sometimes I just wish you would stop treating me as a baby and let me make my own mistakes. Let me learn. I may not be a full grown adult. But I am a child that will stay a child forever if you keep me like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because at this rate I will only be the play maker and never a player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would you at least hear me out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-9032715479083258983?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/9032715479083258983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9032715479083258983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9032715479083258983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8043525047827525841</id><published>2010-09-21T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:03:46.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top 10'/><title type='text'>ManPower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's top 10 things about me my future employer should never know:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Well for starters, this blog ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only reason why I'm signing up for this job is because of the payouts. When I say I'm truly looking forward to joining this family and making it into no less than a successful one, I memorized this line before the interview.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I leave 9 minutes early and come back 11 minutes late, they can't possibly be so specific with their time card right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be bitchy to me and I'll feed your plant orange juice. Tip from reading Sophie Kinsella. You can't get this at the Finance corner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does your company have a pantry?? with a microwave? O.O&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika dan hanya jika, employer = guy, maka "Babies?? Are you kidding me? My life is my work"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you play golf? Yes. Do you do play pool? Yes. Do you club? Yes. Do you drink? Yes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good girls are just bad girls that never get caught.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My audit lecturer is currently Mr. Stanley Yap and at the end of this semester he will be handing out some top secret audit formulas which I'm not allowed to bring to work because he said you will be stealing it from me. &lt;i&gt;tsk tsk tsk..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So...hmm tell me....what would it take for me to be your boss?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJeTWBQ8LcI/AAAAAAAACRM/E1tG4RH9_1w/s400/work-for-change.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519041874871725506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8043525047827525841?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8043525047827525841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/manpower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8043525047827525841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8043525047827525841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/manpower.html' title='ManPower'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJeTWBQ8LcI/AAAAAAAACRM/E1tG4RH9_1w/s72-c/work-for-change.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8788102948050777369</id><published>2010-09-19T16:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:23:23.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Stranger than fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Would you agree that everyone of us, gender aside, is born with at least a hint of kepochi-ness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't speak for all of you but I can speak for me and I, for one, admit I am kepochi...at times. When I was young, about like 4, I met a beautiful bride at a wedding and this was the sprout of my nature. She was in pure white and I thought she was the most prettiest person I've ever seen. I begged and begged my mum to tell me the angel's name because sheepishly I thought by calling myself "Christina" my looks would rearrange and match my name. Now I understand why they say a child's mind has no limits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJXbNn88fAI/AAAAAAAACRE/ll8BXgQk6Ks/s400/76206138_6ccf980b03.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518557945521798146" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;X_X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was opened to the world of blogs I was too opened to a new level of kepochis. Everyone wanted to know everyone's story. The sadder the better. The logic is stranger. Everyone wanted to know what Xia Xue was up to. Did she really find true love just by blogging? Did she really!!?! And don't look at me... I don't even understand why do people even bother. Who the hell is she to us?? We don't know this Singaporean plastic! Not personally at least. But we just want to know anyways. Because we are who we are. Gossip Girl season 4 didn't just become a parents' nightmare out of nowhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJXbMnvAN1I/AAAAAAAACQ8/0O-qKlFPGsE/s400/gossip+girl+season+4.2.jpg.1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518557928283453266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're nobody until you're talked about&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in primary school, I realize that adults are quite kepochi too. My aunt used to work in this company which was the same company my uncle owned. Unfortunately, she decided to pick a fight with my uncle's girlfriend and let's just say this didn't end with a nice afternoon tea. Whenever my uncle and his girlfriend would drop my sister and I back after a hearty supper, my aunt would ask a million and one questions. "Where have you been?" "What did you do?" "Who you'd went out with?" The last question always catches my throat. And it usually ends with a *bitch* and a door slam. Then I understood that people always want to know things even when they know it's not music to their ears.  &lt;i&gt;Strange no?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in high school, I was reassured again of this theory. Of course I had to learn it the hard way: Girl meets boy. Girl and boy fell in love. Boy fell out. Girl asks questions. Girl found out about another girl. Season one ended. Season two started. Boy and other girl closes the books. Girl doesn't want to know. People talk talk talk. Girl got to know. Season two ended. And season one repeats itself in a more dramatic level. Worst or should I say best lesson of my life until now, hear all you like but listen carefully to what you hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With great power comes great responsibility?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8788102948050777369?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8788102948050777369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/stranger-than-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8788102948050777369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8788102948050777369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Stranger than fiction'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJXbNn88fAI/AAAAAAAACRE/ll8BXgQk6Ks/s72-c/76206138_6ccf980b03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8863156937186858927</id><published>2010-09-17T16:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:15:22.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Zaman Kebuluran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJMtqwLVSGI/AAAAAAAACQ0/naWUv3T33Do/s1600/Devil-2010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJMtqwLVSGI/AAAAAAAACQ0/naWUv3T33Do/s400/Devil-2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517804180969179234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH I wanna watch this. Audit assignment meeting tomorrow and word count is still 12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitleCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ISA 260: Communications of Audit Matters with Those Charged with Governance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitleCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What comforts my heart is that my group members haven't start working as well :D Heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait :/ ...that shouldn't be the way. Oh..but why is it that life chooses to test us every minute of every day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're fat, a good friend has to leave and it's endless dinners and breakfasts and dinners and breakfasts. Not that I don't like food but fats &lt;i&gt;*pfuittt*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we're lazy and we decide to skip JUST ONE CLASS, THAT LECTURER just has to give ONE EXTRA HOMEWORK. Does our absence tell you nothing at all?? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND WHEN we're broke, sighh...when are we not? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhh, I do hope a devil is not the only thing pressure can awake within us. I do hope and pray.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border:none;border-bottom:solid #4F81BD 1.0pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor:accent1;padding:0cm 0cm 4.0pt 0cm"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitleCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitleCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear Aunty, if you find 6 of your potatoes missing please don't blame your maids for overeating. I'm sorry I had to steal them for yesterday's picnic salad :/But but but!! I promise when I get my pay Ben and I will buy them back for you! 8 if it makes you happier! Thank youuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2663422563947515537-8863156937186858927?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8863156937186858927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/zaman-kebuluran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8863156937186858927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8863156937186858927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/zaman-kebuluran.html' title='Zaman Kebuluran'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TJMtqwLVSGI/AAAAAAAACQ0/naWUv3T33Do/s72-c/Devil-2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4010667192447390831</id><published>2010-09-15T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:17:45.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Clouded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TI-juCDWZxI/AAAAAAAACQs/yAr2qZeXLLk/s1600/0.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TI-juCDWZxI/AAAAAAAACQs/yAr2qZeXLLk/s400/0.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516808079772378898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Swifty's new release Innocent for the 6 millionth time and work is going nowhere. Where is my head these days? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4010667192447390831?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4010667192447390831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/clouded.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4010667192447390831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4010667192447390831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/clouded.html' title='Clouded'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TI-juCDWZxI/AAAAAAAACQs/yAr2qZeXLLk/s72-c/0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-706293639555064158</id><published>2010-09-06T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:22:35.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>all hopes and for what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TIUKNKmyX2I/AAAAAAAACQg/fgYwCtpTE1I/IMAG0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TIUKNKmyX2I/AAAAAAAACQg/fgYwCtpTE1I/s400/IMAG0137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;something that caught my eyes at work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got the gears in my mind working again; which is worse: living in denial, thinking there was never a problem with you, only with others... or this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-706293639555064158?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/706293639555064158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-hopes-and-for-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/706293639555064158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/706293639555064158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-hopes-and-for-what.html' title='all hopes and for what?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TIUKNKmyX2I/AAAAAAAACQg/fgYwCtpTE1I/s72-c/IMAG0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2993901229654993975</id><published>2010-09-05T16:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:24:20.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>a day at the lrt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TINN_cLqgMI/AAAAAAAACQU/yOuFL_rlNd0/IMAG0134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TINN_cLqgMI/AAAAAAAACQU/yOuFL_rlNd0/s400/IMAG0134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;they sure do save on chairs these days.&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-2993901229654993975?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2993901229654993975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-at-lrt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2993901229654993975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2993901229654993975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-at-lrt.html' title='a day at the lrt'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TINN_cLqgMI/AAAAAAAACQU/yOuFL_rlNd0/s72-c/IMAG0134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6181215179483514135</id><published>2010-09-01T17:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:26:26.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>Too smart too scary</title><content type='html'>You know how everyday we come home we'll have something to talk about? True or not we just like to talk. Well, today I heard of something bizarre enough to get me blogging. Not surprising. Nah uh. Just bizarre.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today just as BAF AUG09 finish their 10am lecture class, we headed straight for our next lesson at 11. Company law is a subject I pray and hope wouldn't turn out to be another Business law incident. Wrote 3 pages minimum for every question and got C for every sweaty effort. Urhhhh.. gonna pray harder after this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Classes have been commencing for about 3 weeks already and this would be the third. Our company law lecturer, Mr Paul asked us today what did we do for Merdeka and one of the student in the crowd suddenly voiced out, &lt;b&gt;"STUDY COMPANY LAW"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr.Paul just looked at us weirdly and said "that would be a waste of time wouldn't it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he goes on to explain why. Something about some people work really really hard but they can still fail and others who are lucky, wouldn't need to work as hard and they can still pass. lol but how many of us get that kinda luck right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm trying my best to remember exactly what he said but this should be the rough idea. All true and great lecturers always support the explanations with examples. Here's his.. (true story)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's this boy I know who is really really smart. He got his first class Honours and then he went on to do his masters. Got distinction for that too. And then later he went and do his second degree during weekends. He is a really bright kid. And then one day when he was in class he suddenly said out loud "I'm hot!". Not the sexy kind of hot but hot hot. And then he went along saying "stop talking! It's so noisy!". However, by that time, everyone was in silence like this. No one was talking and everyone was just looking at him. Then he shouted, "ask them to stop talking about me!!". The lecturer replied back, "no one is talking about you". The class was already broken up into groups. They were doing some class activity and no one was making any noise. But he kept shouting, "it's so hot!!". &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Later there was a class break in between. So what did you think he did? Yes, he started taking out his clothes. And all the girls in the class, as usual, were screaming. Then the boy ran out of the classroom and down the hallway and out on the streets. He passed a policeman car and the police were like O_O WHA?! And then the boy ran back inside. Everyone was looking for him and he was missing for awhile until they found him in the roof top. He was sitting down, crying and mumbling that he messed up. He wasn't stressed about studies but he was pressured by life issues.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So next time when you fail an exam you tell your parents this story. Do you want me to run around naked in Sunway or fail a paper?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents will totally  buy that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6181215179483514135?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6181215179483514135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-smart-too-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6181215179483514135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6181215179483514135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/09/too-smart-too-scary.html' title='Too smart too scary'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8603451969125333802</id><published>2010-08-21T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:18:00.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband to be or so I thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;lol funny how few weeks ago this was all I thought about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlg_560jI/AAAAAAAACPA/6Spyk0Fja04/s1600/iphone4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlg_560jI/AAAAAAAACPA/6Spyk0Fja04/s400/iphone4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497880862697116210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I got an iPhone... this might happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlgREvZgI/AAAAAAAACO4/5cHGUVbkP98/s1600/iphone-4g-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlgREvZgI/AAAAAAAACO4/5cHGUVbkP98/s400/iphone-4g-07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497880850126038530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I waited long enough... this could have been gotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlfy9aVYI/AAAAAAAACOw/lOllQXyyBOg/s1600/iPhone-G4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlfy9aVYI/AAAAAAAACOw/lOllQXyyBOg/s400/iPhone-G4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497880842042234242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again... iPhone 4 has been nothing but problems.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlfqww0ZI/AAAAAAAACOo/JmfO08V9eVM/s1600/mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlfqww0ZI/AAAAAAAACOo/JmfO08V9eVM/s400/mn.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497880839841698194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Gosh! N97 in pictures are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlfKjG4tI/AAAAAAAACOg/iFRk6uFE_FY/s1600/vivaz_pro_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlfKjG4tI/AAAAAAAACOg/iFRk6uFE_FY/s400/vivaz_pro_02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497880831194489554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet many still say Sony Ericsson is a better decision.&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 style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol funny how few weeks have passed and none of these I thought about... until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8603451969125333802?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8603451969125333802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/husband-to-be-or-so-i-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8603451969125333802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8603451969125333802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/husband-to-be-or-so-i-thought.html' title='Husband to be or so I thought.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TExlg_560jI/AAAAAAAACPA/6Spyk0Fja04/s72-c/iphone4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-9038632352726594069</id><published>2010-08-19T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:17:29.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Buff'/><title type='text'>Better than expected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TG1cTrhbXDI/AAAAAAAACQI/hYntI9tAi0o/s400/repo_men_ver5+(2).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507159412514184242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally a follow up to Inception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-9038632352726594069?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/9038632352726594069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-than-expected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9038632352726594069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/9038632352726594069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/better-than-expected.html' title='Better than expected.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TG1cTrhbXDI/AAAAAAAACQI/hYntI9tAi0o/s72-c/repo_men_ver5+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6067710766650454692</id><published>2010-08-17T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:16:48.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Quietly Brilliant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TGqG7MT2hDI/AAAAAAAACPw/Tul4IPyrCqk/s1600/HTC-Desire-540x446.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TGqG7MT2hDI/AAAAAAAACPw/Tul4IPyrCqk/s1600/HTC-Desire-540x446.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TGqG7MT2hDI/AAAAAAAACPw/Tul4IPyrCqk/s400/HTC-Desire-540x446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506361845888746546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dads. They tell you they love you... in their own way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6067710766650454692?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6067710766650454692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/quietly-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6067710766650454692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6067710766650454692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/quietly-brilliant.html' title='Quietly Brilliant'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TGqG7MT2hDI/AAAAAAAACPw/Tul4IPyrCqk/s72-c/HTC-Desire-540x446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3291036651988974862</id><published>2010-08-07T23:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:39:12.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louie'/><title type='text'>Respect is earned, not given.</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of things about my sister that sometimes can pierce me through a person's body. She likes her bed messy. She sleeps with all kind of stuff; clothes, bags, money, books, you name it. She hates tomato sauce but takes spaghetti. Whatever she wears to any curriculum  activities will be ruined by the time she comes home. If not with paint all over, she will somehow manage to redecorate my shirt with tiny holes using a lit-up joss stick. My sister is just cool like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But among all her signature traits, her selective listening skills is one I respect the most. My sister, the one I would cowardly jump in front of a bullet for, has the talent to choose what she wants to hear. The rest of it would be non-existent. Not even history, you know. At least if it's history it actually exists for awhile. But no, such kindness would not be spared. My sister will zip you up and shut you off and the sound wave of your voice will automatically be shunned away from her ears. Before you know it the word IGNORED is already written on top of your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure I never liked this cruelty of hers when it's diverted to me. Oh I hate it so much then and I hated it more now, especially when she ticks me off and then decides to turn this spell on me. BUT when I'm not under her radar and when she is doing it for the cause I myself would have, I've never respected her more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a good example. Some of you might know that I've been keeping a puppy secretly in my room for the past one week. Sounds pretty ridiculous right? Well, it's not really that irrational. My parents know about Louie (and they love him more than me). Even my grandma knows about him. Everyone except my aunt. Why is she excluded of this knowledge? It's simple; she hates pets. How much? There's an aquarium sitting in my living room but no fish. So as you can see it is down to even the coldest and the quietest species and she still wouldn't have em' in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiding out was the only option (at least until today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't at home to witness this but my aunt scolded my sis today. What I manage to squeeze out of my sister's memory was this: "WHY YOU NEVER ASK MY PERMISSION BEFORE..." The other end of this sentence we will never know what is exactly. Why? Because the other half of the story never made it. The other half of the story wasn't quick enough. And you know what they say... &lt;i&gt;too bad too slow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm guessing this should make my aunt feel agitated to her bones. Hey! How can you not be? And plus, her patience is not one you want to step on. It's no ordinary. I've heard many stories before I was born and honestly sometimes I think she can be in horror. You know the genre? Yeah. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying I fully support my sister's behavior sometimes. But I do think sometimes ignoring is way better than fighting back. Dad is always saying winning a fight doesn't mean you're winning at all. But in this case I think I can say my sister won both? You got her pissed and helpless, girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally worth it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TF2mDNTZTcI/AAAAAAAACPg/mTatLx6bIpA/s1600/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TF2mDNTZTcI/AAAAAAAACPg/mTatLx6bIpA/s400/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502736893757443522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the one we're fighting for&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-3291036651988974862?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3291036651988974862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/respect-is-earned-not-given.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3291036651988974862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3291036651988974862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/08/respect-is-earned-not-given.html' title='Respect is earned, not given.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TF2mDNTZTcI/AAAAAAAACPg/mTatLx6bIpA/s72-c/DSC00786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4641928150022105850</id><published>2010-07-31T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T04:37:56.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louie'/><title type='text'>Aww should I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TFRDm7iyNwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/CY8dwwCSYms/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TFRDm7iyNwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/CY8dwwCSYms/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500095381023897346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't even seen you face to face yet and I already love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4641928150022105850?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4641928150022105850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/aww-should-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4641928150022105850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4641928150022105850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/aww-should-i.html' title='Aww should I?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TFRDm7iyNwI/AAAAAAAACPQ/CY8dwwCSYms/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2042683900861540503</id><published>2010-07-28T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T01:09:18.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Modern Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TE8Ry5LCISI/AAAAAAAACPI/BhSmn9ilo1E/s1600/tumblr_l5vzyxG9Vg1qznskro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TE8Ry5LCISI/AAAAAAAACPI/BhSmn9ilo1E/s400/tumblr_l5vzyxG9Vg1qznskro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498633236080894242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-2042683900861540503?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2042683900861540503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/modern-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2042683900861540503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2042683900861540503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/modern-music.html' title='Modern Music'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TE8Ry5LCISI/AAAAAAAACPI/BhSmn9ilo1E/s72-c/tumblr_l5vzyxG9Vg1qznskro1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1239519402709167966</id><published>2010-07-26T18:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:23:52.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food for Thought'/><title type='text'>Take me back to those days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I got struck by a realization. Not really a big one but just a realization. Have any of you realized that as we grow older we tend to purchase gifts and just give em' out in fancy plastic bags? No one wraps them anymore. Why the sudden random note? Well it's because I had the toughest time wrapping a present today. Where to turn? Where to tape? Where is my tape??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And worse thing is I couldn't even remember the last time I've wrapped anything (pads excluded). Sure I've bought many gifts for people I love dearly. Where else have my money gone to?? Is someone stealing from me? o_O SUEZAN?! Just joking ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder what made me stop giving stuff out with wrappers. I mean, gifts with wrappers just makes the gift so much more of a gift, no? The anticipation. The suspicion. The excitement. OooH! And it's not only fun for the recipient. To be able to see another person's reaction even for a short moment is one of the greatest feeling a giver can obtain. Believe me I know. I have a sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember when we were younger our parents used to make us work hard just to get a glimpse of the gift. Now it's just, "Oh you bought it from ZARA? I didn't know they've gone green." Things are different when we're older. We tend to grow to appreciate different things. Then again...if you look at it this way... after pushing our parent's credit to the max why would they still wanna present it nicely with a bow? We should be happy if they even considered resorting to Jusco to wrap it for free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah.. I guess if given the choice anyone my age wouldn't mind an iPhone4 as a birthday present whether it comes naked or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-1239519402709167966?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/1239519402709167966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/take-me-back-to-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1239519402709167966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/1239519402709167966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/take-me-back-to-those-days.html' title='Take me back to those days.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4030454597632945408</id><published>2010-07-24T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:25:16.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Work In Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone gets bored when they wear the same thing over and over and over again. Worse fact is that they don't just feel this about themselves, they feel it about others too. Once in A'levels people kept asking me why was I wearing heels again to class. Is this weird or it is just me? Cause I used to always (like ALWAYS) wear jeans to class and that would mean my legs are covered most of the time and only half of my shoe wear would be expose to public. However, even then people notice what I wear on the bottom. Like 4 inches from the floor and they still notice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally now I can have a full understanding of the phrase 'don't forget the little people'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's going to be super difficult if I try to change all my clothing line. Shirts, jeans, skirts. I have so many in my cupboard I can barely count. Some given by aunties who think they know what's hot and what's not. Some given by uncles who have not discovered APPLE as the better gift. Some were just wrong decisions made one after another due to my hormonal mood swings and better-luck-next-time judgement. It's really near impossible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I decided to start with something small. My blog :). Since I kinda expose my blog out in public (although I don't wear it to malls but it does constitute a small but significant part of me), I'm going to find new clothes for this space. The wood is getting a bit rusty for me and I'm sure for you guys who haven't got sick of me yet soon enough. Mutual feeling remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEq1TjvbcJI/AAAAAAAACN4/M-iMEDAFs-8/s400/Untitled.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497405642775425170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For now I'm gonna stick with this greenery one. Doctor says it's good for the eyes until next time. This is going into my need-to-do list!  =3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4030454597632945408?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4030454597632945408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4030454597632945408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4030454597632945408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/work-in-progress.html' title='Work In Progress'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEq1TjvbcJI/AAAAAAAACN4/M-iMEDAFs-8/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4089792097342955278</id><published>2010-07-14T16:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:27:29.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Done and out the window.</title><content type='html'>Semester 3 is finally over and it will be another 1 month and 3 days before anyone would see a book in front of my face again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Management Accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accountant in Business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Financial Accounting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banking and Finance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Business Statistics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urgh..thank goodness it's all over. For the past 2 weeks these 5 cruel instruments have haunt me in my sleep. Haunt me so badly that I think they've affected my hormones altogether. I tend to shower 3 times a day to keep myself awake. I only get to sleep for 2 hours, 2pm once and 5am again. Lunch is often missed and dinner...let's just say MORE food = MORE sleepy so it is kinda insignificant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't understand why sometimes I do this to myself. This last minute thing. Is it true that women really love the rush? What's so great about it? Sometimes I really loathe myself. Why do I do this? Why do I even like this? It's really so stupid. I keep everything to the last minute thinking like I'm some kind of Wonderwoman who doesn't even have the body to begin with and just choose to super-squeeze every drop of info into my puny brain. Does it work? Ahh...maybe this is the reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe because I think I can manage to scrape through and maybe because I've done it before. Since it worked the last time why would it be different now. But for the last 2 weeks... I really think that this habit's benefit (whatever benefit I subconsciously think it has) is depreciating as I continue to pursue my degree. Lancaster is no joke. The degree is a mind-blowing exercise that actually kills you if you trip in your sleep. And it's only gonna get harder every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's no restart button. There are only 2 choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Resit and kiss your holidays goodbye because you'll be busy studying for the exam when the next semester starts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retake and face a whole new level of stress because when people are doing 5 subjects you will be doing 6.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To tell you the truth I'm so sick of this. And I mean literally. Because of laziness I have to sit in front of my books until the wee hours of the morning when others get 8 hours of sleep. Because of procrastination I trick myself to believing the chapters I choose to sacrifice wouldn't have a chance of coming out when half heartedly I believe otherwise. Because of my attitude I am forced spread myself so thinly that I might break and die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays may have just begun but the exam inertia has left a mark on me and I think it is time for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4089792097342955278?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4089792097342955278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/done-and-out-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4089792097342955278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4089792097342955278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/07/done-and-out-window.html' title='Done and out the window.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5887011116447075448</id><published>2010-06-26T13:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:30:38.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>The last of Mr.D?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Thursday was the last Business Stats tutorial I would be going for (unless I'm force to retake) but I'm pretty sure it would be the last time I would ever be seeing Mr.Derrick teach me Stats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to the rumors, he is being promoted to teach third year students for their Research paper. He seems quite happy about it but what he doesn't know is.... (heard from someone someone who heard it from someone) they are just 'promoting' him to the third year so they can get him out from teaching nonsense to first year students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why kick him all the way up there? Isn't learning more good? Shouldn't we built the foundation level of a student's mind before they grow up and face the unthinkable??? *sounding like a politician*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is (and I have to stress this again) he expects A LOT from us. And he's even teaching us things we don't need to know. I actually don't mind this too much if there's no time constrain but our major exams are in 2 weeks. And to be thrown with an assignment that requires so much brain power and infinite amount of strength to resist from going mad is ....just MAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah...the someone someone who told someone who told me said that he will be 'promoted' next semester. If you haven't said your goodbyes you probably want to do that now before you actually die in the exam hall. *dramatic much*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways here I have the last few words by Mr.D himself. It's something I would carry on with me before I meet him again in 1 years time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Only 3 of us out of 20++ students went for tutorial on Thursday. Sonia, Joel (this black dude I only see in my lab) and myself. After going through half of the revision questions, he paused and looked at us intently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr.D: Ok...I'm going to have to ask a favor from you guys. Whatever is discussed here you cannot share it with the people who didn't come today. You swear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me: Not even the answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr.D: Not even the answers! Nothing! Zilch! Nada! Not even a word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*silence*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr.D: Because if they even take this subject seriously they would come to class but they aren't here so it goes to show that they don't care. So all of you must swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*silence&lt;/i&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr.D: Well if you guys don't promise me then I won't continue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*awkwardddd*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Joel: OK promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mr.D: Easy for you to say because you have no friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there we have it people...the famous last words by Mr.D. Always sharp and piercing. Always sharp and piercing indeed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-5887011116447075448?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5887011116447075448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-of-mrd.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5887011116447075448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5887011116447075448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-of-mrd.html' title='The last of Mr.D?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7885669137959396642</id><published>2010-06-20T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:31:07.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Self entertaining</title><content type='html'>The only way to keep myself staring at my data, in hope of something usable will come about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TB3XyHxt38I/AAAAAAAACMw/yr6c1ETJYQQ/s1600/ACCINBECOMING.png2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TB3XyHxt38I/AAAAAAAACMw/yr6c1ETJYQQ/s400/ACCINBECOMING.png2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484777177288138690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colours :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7885669137959396642?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7885669137959396642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/self-entertaining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7885669137959396642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7885669137959396642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/self-entertaining.html' title='Self entertaining'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TB3XyHxt38I/AAAAAAAACMw/yr6c1ETJYQQ/s72-c/ACCINBECOMING.png2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3604828181350761282</id><published>2010-06-18T01:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:32:46.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>So sex is not the answer??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have read the previous post on my 8th Wonders of the World, you would understand this when I say sex does not make anything much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonder&lt;/span&gt; was not much help at all. It has been 2 days since I have been up until 2am plus trying to force my brain to squeeze out whatever juice it has left so I can use it as ink to write my bloody damn assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics. Urgh.. the word alone is so terrifying. I now think of stats as a curse dawned upon me. I never thought I would be so haunted by this subject...ever! The day before yesterday I went to bed at 2am but end up dragging my pillow to the living room for some peace at 2.30. My sister was using the computer in the room and if you knew my keyboard, it would probably give you an idea on who had awoken the volcano in Europe. My mind was so disoriented. Every time she pressed a key, it was as if she opened up a portal for the Curse of Statsmania to sip into my brain and kill all my baby cells. This is no joke. I almost died...literally mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow I'm quite relief that I didn't choose to do Actuarial Science in the end. Maybe my uncle's advice on me taking Accounting and Finance first was a wise choice after all. It may have been only 11 months but along the way I have learned so much, my strengths and my weaknesses and yet there's so much more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is one thing, however, that I have known even before I've started at Sunway. "Whatever you choose to do you must finish what you've started." My dad told me this when I was in confusion and I will always remember it whenever I decide to do anything. Whether it's starting a new project or watching everything crumble into pieces right at my face... I will remember this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lol I know this post is abit emo-drama-ish.. But this is just a little thing I'd like to share because I've been eating, breathing and living in the bask of cruelty these days. And I just wondered if any of you guys are facing anything close to what I'm going through..don't start thinking you're weak or doink or whatever negative alright? Because you're not alone in this...and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's always a calm after a storm ;)&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/2663422563947515537-3604828181350761282?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3604828181350761282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-sex-is-not-answer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3604828181350761282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3604828181350761282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-sex-is-not-answer.html' title='So sex is not the answer??'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2502004362536413565</id><published>2010-06-13T17:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:34:51.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>The 8th Wonders of the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's approximately 3 more weeks before my finals and I still have one more assignment to go. What's the word limit? 3000-3500 words. How much more before I'm done? About 3000-3500 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Statistics has never been so complicated in A'levels. Whenever I'm in Mr.Derrick's class, he makes me wonder where has my mum's RM22,000 investment has gone. He speaks like a bullet train. His patience level is like my mother's. His flowery language is more complex than women. And then he shouts at us when we don't know the answer. But we don't know the answer because of his flowery language. And his flowery language gets more flowery when it comes at us in a bullet train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His expectation from us is as high as a mountain. He keeps presuming that us Lancaster students are suppose to be better than ACCA student. BUT what he doesn't know is... half of us took Lancaster because we thought it was suppose to be easier than ACCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And because he thinks how he thinks, we don't get scolded if we answer the numbers wrongly. Calculations are for babies. But when we can't give him analytical answers, we get shot. We don't answer at all, we get banged. And if we try our best to reason with him with our answers, we get mocked. And if you were me, so sick of how everything is going already, you'll start answering whatever the first thing is in your mind. Stupid answers or not. At most you'll just get his -____- look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"So why has the water consumption in 2009 has dropped significantly from 1998 while the population has grown since then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"People don't drink water anymore. Coke is the better choice"&lt;br /&gt;"-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it keeps the chopsticks away from our ass, I don't mind keeping the -___- going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, Hui Yii (thegirlwithallthewonders) has gotten this cool Statistic textbook from her friend. It's by far the most interesting textbook I've seen. This may sound childish but they have cute pictures and cartoon characters inside them! Some of the characters include Cramming Sam, Smart Alec and Satan something something. Cramming Sam is a girl who hates statistics and don't even know why she need to learn it. She basically just wants to understand stats to pass the exam and get over it. So whenever you see her picture in the book, the notes underneath it would be statistics made simple and clear for you to understand. It also relates the info to real life problems, making it so much easier for us to comprehend. Smart Alec wants to be a know-it-all. So when you see his face, expect something difficult. Satan... well...he is Satan. Only wanting to make your life miserable, hell questions is what you will be facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TBSoIzvXC7I/AAAAAAAACMQ/7BBIlc2DOKo/s1600/sexstats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TBSoIzvXC7I/AAAAAAAACMQ/7BBIlc2DOKo/s400/sexstats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482191515698006962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TBSoNaOmvqI/AAAAAAAACMY/ju7B7MI6D9o/s1600/sexstats2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TBSoNaOmvqI/AAAAAAAACMY/ju7B7MI6D9o/s400/sexstats2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482191594749083298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So for now, her book is my key motivation! She'll be reading it today and tomorrow hopefully our discussion would be more progressive than always. *fingerscross* Wish us luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-2502004362536413565?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2502004362536413565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/8th-wonders-of-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2502004362536413565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2502004362536413565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/8th-wonders-of-world.html' title='The 8th Wonders of the World'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TBSoIzvXC7I/AAAAAAAACMQ/7BBIlc2DOKo/s72-c/sexstats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2789154541889193967</id><published>2010-06-08T23:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:35:58.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Applied Studies'/><title type='text'>Backfire</title><content type='html'>Caught a flu and a ridiculous non-ending cough since my mum went to China. And life has not been easy since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Derrick, our stats lecturer caught me shaking like a maraca today in his class and just had to stop what he was doing to comment. According to the wise one, I'm freezing in my pants because I'm not sporty enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though what he said was kinda true (sports has been pushed off my priority list since this semester started), I couldn't see the correlation between my activeness and my weak cold-temperature resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to put my studies into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to save cost and time, I figured sampling would be a better choice than a consensus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sampling methods were used. Judgment and convenience sampling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;Judgment sampling- sample elements are being selected based on the judgment of the researcher.&lt;br /&gt;Convenience sampling- sample elements are selected for the convenience of the researcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Choong and Joanne Lim were my test subjects. The former is a sport athlete and plays badminton like a pro. The latter is a dai siew jie. Being hot and sexy is her sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize my sample size may be too small and my methods may be violating so many laws I should be sued (especially my normality test!). But I was shivering and I refuse to believe it is all because I choose to stop all my sports activities since I can remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did what a policeman would do. I made my survey very straightforward and concise. One question and one question only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decision: Since the calculated probability is 1, there is enough evidence to reject the null hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how business statistics is so important to prove a lecturer wrong ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-2789154541889193967?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2789154541889193967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/backfire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2789154541889193967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2789154541889193967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/06/backfire.html' title='Backfire'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4952645697468888626</id><published>2010-05-28T02:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:37:00.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>However Besides that In addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S_696NJBD1I/AAAAAAAACMI/9MbRWL-m8Kk/s1600/bobob2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S_696NJBD1I/AAAAAAAACMI/9MbRWL-m8Kk/s400/bobob2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476023004586643282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you are rushing to complete an assignment so you can get on to the next one quick enough, you probably have googled every key word on the question paper so you throw something out. And hopefully it would be good enough to get you some decent grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have a confession. When the rest of the world is looking for information that can at least add value to their golden paper, I sometimes sit and wonder which conjunctive adverb I've not used yet. Moreover... one time too many. Furthermore... one for every 2 para. However... 3, 4, 5... that's not too many is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so which one should I use now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic me &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for tom yam mee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4952645697468888626?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4952645697468888626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/05/however-besides-that-in-addition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4952645697468888626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4952645697468888626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/05/however-besides-that-in-addition.html' title='However Besides that In addition'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S_696NJBD1I/AAAAAAAACMI/9MbRWL-m8Kk/s72-c/bobob2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7212589988381036020</id><published>2010-05-27T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:37:38.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOL'/><title type='text'>Lately it has been like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S_6XVJI1rxI/AAAAAAAACL4/QLPVsFrkrso/s1600/shahahaha2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S_6XVJI1rxI/AAAAAAAACL4/QLPVsFrkrso/s400/shahahaha2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475980586415140626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a life and death matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7212589988381036020?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7212589988381036020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/05/lately-it-has-been-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7212589988381036020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7212589988381036020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/05/lately-it-has-been-like-this.html' title='Lately it has been like this.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S_6XVJI1rxI/AAAAAAAACL4/QLPVsFrkrso/s72-c/shahahaha2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7612763798223908066</id><published>2010-05-12T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:37:59.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitterness'/><title type='text'>At the brink of hell.</title><content type='html'>I just realized today that I have to describe the clarity of Gamuda's purpose, explain their corporate culture &amp;amp; practices, evaluate the group's corporate governance and social responsibility, extract numbers from 3 financial years &amp;amp; explain the financial performance with supported articles, find the daily share price movement for Gamuda &amp;amp; FBM-KLCI, compare &amp;amp; explain the graph computed for the previous month &amp;amp; lastly do an environmental analysis for the industry for my AIB assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being Gen Yer but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10% FOR ALL THIS?!?! ARE YOU KRAZY!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7612763798223908066?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7612763798223908066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-brink-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7612763798223908066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7612763798223908066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/05/at-brink-of-hell.html' title='At the brink of hell.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-2900219573508057783</id><published>2010-04-30T22:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:15:15.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gluttony'/><title type='text'>JOGOYA OHMPH!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day for all HSBC card holders to fill their tummies with mouth watering delicacies at Jogaya. The restaurant is located at the Starhill galery and I'm proud to say I have finally step foot in there!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2u6OMyLI/AAAAAAAACJA/9pqTxe74QqY/s1600/P1050120.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2u6OMyLI/AAAAAAAACJA/9pqTxe74QqY/s320/P1050120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465952383530748082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2uXIKYpI/AAAAAAAACI4/DCFl39ZzxHk/s1600/P1050121.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2uXIKYpI/AAAAAAAACI4/DCFl39ZzxHk/s320/P1050121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465952374110184082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2tvMX8LI/AAAAAAAACIo/pwJGx3PuxmQ/s1600/P1050064.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2tvMX8LI/AAAAAAAACIo/pwJGx3PuxmQ/s320/P1050064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465952363390431410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2tIWEToI/AAAAAAAACIg/4xrxS_Q_BUQ/s1600/P1050112.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2tIWEToI/AAAAAAAACIg/4xrxS_Q_BUQ/s320/P1050112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465952352962104962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is sooo grand omg! Everyone I saw on the Feast floor (Yes, there's actually a Feast floor. They don't categorize their floors by levels. Grand kan?) was dressed so beautifully. It's like formal is the new casual. I felt a bit shy shy lah cause I was only wearing jeans and spaghetti :/. Sigh.... but nvm haha.. Ben was wearing jeans also. So two wrongs not so awkward TILL NEXT TIME! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-ia5Ui2I/AAAAAAAACKg/g8z9i9g0Hk4/s1600/P1050138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-ia5Ui2I/AAAAAAAACKg/g8z9i9g0Hk4/s320/P1050138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465960965056269154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you wanna know which is better? Tenji, Shogun or Jogoya? Tough isn't it since everyone is saying..."oh Tenji worse already!" "Aiyah! You going Jogoya ar?? My friend went there and got stomach ache the next day!" "JOGOYA MEH? My friend say it's Shogun lah". Tsk tsk tsk. Ben says it's not that their standards dropping; it's our standards increasing (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I WISH&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-jpePp5I/AAAAAAAACK4/1L4xR43eMWM/s1600/P1050132.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-jpePp5I/AAAAAAAACK4/1L4xR43eMWM/s320/P1050132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465960986149103506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Their potato skin also so expensive!?! @_@&lt;br /&gt;*conmanship!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course it is Japanese food and I rarely complain if I can stand thisssss close [ ] to the salmon. Even if it was for the briefest moment, I would feel completely satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSBC buy one free one was my only opportunity to trying Jogoya's food. The bill went up to RM110, which means RM55 each but it was totally worth it! Partially because I spammed all the food. Seafood Tomyam! Scallops! Crab Cheese Baked Rice (I know it sounds bit off but it's really the opposite)! Shark fin soup! Fresh young coconuts! Lots and lots of sushi! Lots and lots of cake! Lots and lots of ice-cream, which can be served on its own or either with waffles or in cone :P :P :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 3 hours... Jogoya was my food heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6DCNB36I/AAAAAAAACJo/xMQJ8SqHK30/s1600/P1050107.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6DCNB36I/AAAAAAAACJo/xMQJ8SqHK30/s320/P1050107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465956027805589410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r0Tu-Sb5I/AAAAAAAACII/mIzM2VMhOyA/s1600/P1050009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r0Tu-Sb5I/AAAAAAAACII/mIzM2VMhOyA/s400/P1050009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949717631496082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He ate less than me lol *lousy* ;)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r0UnLN0lI/AAAAAAAACIY/kzY-Kt6_Exw/s1600/P1050011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r0UnLN0lI/AAAAAAAACIY/kzY-Kt6_Exw/s400/P1050011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949732718105170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUSHI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r0ULqkfWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/5EPd_cmUjAE/s1600/P1050010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r0ULqkfWI/AAAAAAAACIQ/5EPd_cmUjAE/s400/P1050010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465949725333421410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyster!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*candieinpeacealready*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6CPKjq_I/AAAAAAAACJY/nKfI3EisQ70/s1600/P1050015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6CPKjq_I/AAAAAAAACJY/nKfI3EisQ70/s320/P1050015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465956014105013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BqbVlUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IYu-CFskLJk/s1600/P1050014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BqbVlUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IYu-CFskLJk/s1600/P1050014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BqbVlUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IYu-CFskLJk/s320/P1050014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465956004243281218" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COCONUT! AND &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BqbVlUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IYu-CFskLJk/s1600/P1050014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;OYSTERS AGAIN!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BqbVlUI/AAAAAAAACJQ/IYu-CFskLJk/s1600/P1050014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*icanthelpbutshoutthefoodnamesoutasitypethis*&lt;br /&gt;*hencethecapitalletters*&lt;br /&gt;*plsforgiveme*&lt;br /&gt;*foodaddict*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6CvKBqoI/AAAAAAAACJg/qDivv0FMXNs/s1600/P1050025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6CvKBqoI/AAAAAAAACJg/qDivv0FMXNs/s320/P1050025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465956022692719234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BF0idHI/AAAAAAAACJI/14zZtmmQ7X0/s1600/P1050070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r6BF0idHI/AAAAAAAACJI/14zZtmmQ7X0/s320/P1050070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465955994416870514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea the names of these two. No eye deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9U6p1XYI/AAAAAAAACKQ/QoiWoutJXDw/s1600/P1050029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9U6p1XYI/AAAAAAAACKQ/QoiWoutJXDw/s320/P1050029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959633551449474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9UsAlMfI/AAAAAAAACKI/4E5xitfb7Dk/s1600/P1050019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9UsAlMfI/AAAAAAAACKI/4E5xitfb7Dk/s320/P1050019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959629620326898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9UHMmJDI/AAAAAAAACKA/ATUrk3Zn-Pk/s1600/P1050044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9UHMmJDI/AAAAAAAACKA/ATUrk3Zn-Pk/s320/P1050044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959619738608690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute looking puddings XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9SxnSz1I/AAAAAAAACJw/bwA6417GDKs/s1600/P1050035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9SxnSz1I/AAAAAAAACJw/bwA6417GDKs/s320/P1050035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959596765138770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-iLy3dCI/AAAAAAAACKY/vCMoKfXiRTs/s1600/P1050099.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-iLy3dCI/AAAAAAAACKY/vCMoKfXiRTs/s320/P1050099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465960961002664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The seafood on the left goes into the clay-pot on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA6aQ11vI/AAAAAAAACLA/vcxPwzB938s/s1600/P1050033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA6aQ11vI/AAAAAAAACLA/vcxPwzB938s/s320/P1050033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465963576226600690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9TWZkxmI/AAAAAAAACJ4/0FtKVrIsYcc/s1600/P1050036.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r9TWZkxmI/AAAAAAAACJ4/0FtKVrIsYcc/s320/P1050036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465959606639707746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe how wrong this is? Hello Kitty fish balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-i1Ns6mI/AAAAAAAACKo/ODaAFmJiGcI/s1600/P1050095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r-i1Ns6mI/AAAAAAAACKo/ODaAFmJiGcI/s320/P1050095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465960972121074274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; oi moi sek dim sum ah? *keke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;(wanna eat dim sum or not?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA84OuCaI/AAAAAAAACLg/H3Nr-S-BvIg/s1600/P1050060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA84OuCaI/AAAAAAAACLg/H3Nr-S-BvIg/s320/P1050060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465963618630502818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA73AYlBI/AAAAAAAACLQ/K0sg-f5rA4E/s1600/P1050076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA73AYlBI/AAAAAAAACLQ/K0sg-f5rA4E/s320/P1050076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465963601122071570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA8QAlrjI/AAAAAAAACLY/BNkI9r7Pef4/s1600/P1050046.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9sA8QAlrjI/AAAAAAAACLY/BNkI9r7Pef4/s320/P1050046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465963607833816626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They have also got special seating areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first pic on the left is for normal people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;The one next to it is for *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;read the name of the room&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;And lastly, unfortunate people (terpaksa face the wall)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really don't understand why would anyone design such seating position. Eat so much Omega 3 also still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, the food was not too bad lah. Didn't manage to catch the food poisoning everyone was talking about though ;) but it's all good (y) haha. Some more I went for this right after my Managament Accounting presentation so maybe I'm a little bias. Lol It was really a good time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall:&lt;/span&gt; Tenji is still better. Haha... Jogoya has to up it's game if they still wanna stay on my second place though :D Don't take this the wrong way. They ain't that bad lah. Salmon fresh. Food is good. They've also got variety. And lately they made me feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;s-o-o-o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy for buffets!! *nom nom nom*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Expensive craving. Need to find a way to finance this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-2900219573508057783?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/2900219573508057783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/jogoya-ohmph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2900219573508057783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/2900219573508057783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/jogoya-ohmph.html' title='JOGOYA OHMPH!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9r2u6OMyLI/AAAAAAAACJA/9pqTxe74QqY/s72-c/P1050120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4629130232379563733</id><published>2010-04-23T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T16:15:31.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gluttony'/><title type='text'>Why did I choose Applebee's T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3_LROPjI/AAAAAAAACHw/ruEDn3Z1qIw/s1600/land_desserts.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3_LROPjI/AAAAAAAACHw/ruEDn3Z1qIw/s400/land_desserts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998275240902194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3yiFE8QI/AAAAAAAACHA/aUAKUeP6Ps8/s1600/land_ribsAndFajitas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3yiFE8QI/AAAAAAAACHA/aUAKUeP6Ps8/s400/land_ribsAndFajitas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998058025677058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3-5ZIE_I/AAAAAAAACHo/tHTYJmLL5cA/s1600/land_burgers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3-5ZIE_I/AAAAAAAACHo/tHTYJmLL5cA/s400/land_burgers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998270442214386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3-oPucvI/AAAAAAAACHg/AxDVh0tr-RM/s1600/land_appetizers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3-oPucvI/AAAAAAAACHg/AxDVh0tr-RM/s400/land_appetizers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998265839383282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3zdqHevI/AAAAAAAACHY/A0duv_x90Xw/s1600/land_steaks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3zdqHevI/AAAAAAAACHY/A0duv_x90Xw/s400/land_steaks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998074018724594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3zB3NpAI/AAAAAAAACHQ/UZOxHQWD-Ag/s1600/land_Sandwiches.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3zB3NpAI/AAAAAAAACHQ/UZOxHQWD-Ag/s400/land_Sandwiches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462998066557461506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is why we shouldn't do research at night. We might find things we shouldn't find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URGH &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*stomach grumbles*&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/2663422563947515537-4629130232379563733?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4629130232379563733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-choose-applebees-tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4629130232379563733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4629130232379563733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-did-i-choose-applebees-tt.html' title='Why did I choose Applebee&apos;s T_T'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S9B3_LROPjI/AAAAAAAACHw/ruEDn3Z1qIw/s72-c/land_desserts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7067009358691004161</id><published>2010-04-21T17:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:46:54.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Issues'/><title type='text'>Snooze may be the greatest invention yet.</title><content type='html'>Never in my life have I worried once about noise during the night. Seriously -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've always been a night owl. Never needed much sleep when it comes to the early AM's. In fact, I can stay awake with only limited hours of sleep as long as my watch shows 12am. Because it's my happy hour. 12-2AM. I'm super functional. It's the way I work. It's the way my body has been accustomed to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's this girl in my class though, her name is Osa, who needs tonnes of sleep. After 11 she would be already in bed. Totally opposite from me. She told me once that a human's body would start fixing itself from 12-2. So if I'm awake at that hour my body wouldn't be fixing and which basically means I would be dying if I keep this up. But I argued with her that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;, just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IF&lt;/span&gt;, I have always been sleeping at 2 and waking up at 11; wouldn't my body would have learned to auto adjust itself and shift my fixing appointments to 2-4AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I mean is we humans are always facing changes right? (If you say no, please tell me what are you) And if we never learn how to adapt...whether it's a new HX2000 coffee grinder our friends have bought for us, whether it's your best friend's boyfriend you'll never come to approve or whether our lecturers are the SOLE reason to our bad grades... that just puts us lower than monkeys :/ don't you think? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the main point here isn't about the animal planet. I've got out of topic again. It's about sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So like I said... I am a night owl but sleep is not something I take lightly. To avoid people from saying I have menopause, I do take naps in the afternoon and at least 5 hours of sleep at night. But yesterday some idiot neighbour who lives behind my house started karaoke-ing at 2AM?? Like wtf =.= I felt like peeling my ears off and burying them at the bottom of the sea to get some peace. Tell me who the hell sings at 2AM (besides cats that can't check into hotel rooms???)??? And the songs...*urgh*...if you're not Justin Bieber, WHY ARE YOU SINGING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Ben if this continues again tonight I might throw a tantrum  through their window along with some tomatoes from the kitchen. But Ben told me I have to figure out how to get down there first since the rats in my house are late night campers too T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about adapting &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; any ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7067009358691004161?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7067009358691004161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/snooze-may-be-greatest-invention-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7067009358691004161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7067009358691004161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/snooze-may-be-greatest-invention-yet.html' title='Snooze may be the greatest invention yet.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7948568130161602765</id><published>2010-04-15T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:47:22.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little voice'/><title type='text'>Let's play pretend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was young I enjoyed collecting financial annual reports that were sent to my house. I would tear out all the colourful pages, put them on my dad's working desk and pretend like I've got so much to do. I would simply screen through the words and nod approvingly like I've been doing this for years. And the funny thing is I would always imagine myself clocking out the last after when all my paper work is carefully analyzed and signed by me. Even weirder, they only get my signature when I'm happy. Considering this was all imaginary, I was always happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder now if that had anything to do with me taking Bsc Accounting and Finance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7948568130161602765?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7948568130161602765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-play-pretend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7948568130161602765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7948568130161602765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-play-pretend.html' title='Let&apos;s play pretend.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-5399922825348840483</id><published>2010-04-07T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:06:26.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S7yY8-sdlwI/AAAAAAAACGY/3r-2HANXgLY/s1600/Untitled.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S7yY8-sdlwI/AAAAAAAACGY/3r-2HANXgLY/s400/Untitled.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457405021855258370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. even facebook is trying to get me off the comp.&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/2663422563947515537-5399922825348840483?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/5399922825348840483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5399922825348840483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/5399922825348840483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S7yY8-sdlwI/AAAAAAAACGY/3r-2HANXgLY/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7186789153215908608</id><published>2010-03-31T00:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:51:35.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah Ben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>I don't understand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somebody whacked my butt today and that somebody didn't wanna admit who. He or she thought they could get away with it. But I had Jinny and the clan with me. FYI Jinny is this super tiny girl who kills like a wrestler. Funny thing is she has a porcelain doll hair cut which makes her look even more adorable but she attacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary shit. Wouldn't wanna mess with the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEBODY WHACKED MY BUTT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole class was getting worked up about it. Not that everyone cared whether my body was violated. Not that ANYONE cared whether I was psychologically damaged at all. They just wanna know who so they can go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOOOO&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOR YO TAH TAH YO&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously...where's the love, man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(double) ANYWAYS! The investigation didn't look too pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect 1, Osa has a very innocent look. I was putting my bets on her because LOL if I had her look I would have used that to my advantage and whack every butt in the class as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspect 2 is Ben who is basically guilty of all crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jinny and the clan just started whacking him back and I too inflicted some collateral damage by pulling his ears until they look like cherries. But then suddenly Kit started pointing fingers at Osa and then Jinny looked at her and went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOR!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUDDENLY&lt;/span&gt; the whole class got so noisy. And (double)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SUDDENLY&lt;/span&gt; I feel like it's not really about me anymore :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started accusing Osa which made her pulled a face and kept saying she was VERYYYY disappointed at us. Which made it look even more deceiving! Then Ben stood up and started telling his part of the story LOUDLY making her look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even more&lt;/span&gt; like the culprit while she just left her mouth hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds later, not letting Ben finish his somewhat believable story, Osa just walked out of the room screaming "OH MY GOD! EMO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHICH I THOUGHT THAT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE MY LINE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convince them of the real issue here but I was too slow. These people probably plan their scripts from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Ben was as good as Osa. He marched out as well screaming ,"FINE! I ALSO EMO".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me thinking........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUH???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: normal;"&gt; Few minutes later, they both came back in class smiling and relaxed. And guess what they said to us??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We've decided to not bother about this anymore and put this behind us" &lt;/span&gt;while looking quite satisfied of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Which I have to say...&lt;/s&gt;    &lt;s&gt;urgHH!&lt;/s&gt;     &lt;s&gt;maybe&lt;/s&gt;      &lt;s&gt;so it could have been&lt;/s&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm utterly confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7186789153215908608?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7186789153215908608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7186789153215908608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7186789153215908608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6330829884155864120</id><published>2010-03-18T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:53:09.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Trip'/><title type='text'>Beach Fantasy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE WENT TO R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDANG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6DmmzetjSI/AAAAAAAACAg/FFfaph_5JDk/s1600-h/some+camera.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6DmmzetjSI/AAAAAAAACAg/FFfaph_5JDk/s400/some+camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449609103446740258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  hahah That's hannah. The best illustration for this trip heh~!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was just 4 days after our Business law paper which was really a joke! I mean the paper not the fact that we were on a holiday. The holiday was really good. Maybe it's because it was my first time going on a trip that requires an 8 hour drive away from my parents. Embarrassing as this may seem but I have to admit that when my dad was sending me off to the bus stop I was at the brink of tearing because my family was acting as if I was going away forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dear, tell me when you're gonna leave ok???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Come and find me before you go..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you packed everything??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Are you excited or not?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're happy about going right?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the reason why I don't think I can make it alone anywhere without em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D2GTGNkoI/AAAAAAAACBQ/PXJ--fvSTcA/s1600-h/acrobats.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D2GTGNkoI/AAAAAAAACBQ/PXJ--fvSTcA/s400/acrobats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449626137184277122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the left: Law Jhern, Nick, Ben, Kit, Yih Shy, Joanne, Yih Nee, Osa, Emily, Esuan and Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12 of us in a bus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EXZ7UsaMI/AAAAAAAACGA/m1exdHfP7kU/s1600-h/swap%21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EXZ7UsaMI/AAAAAAAACGA/m1exdHfP7kU/s400/swap%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662758283667650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this would seem weird to you but do you know people actually like to take a lot of pictures of slippers? But this only happens during holidays though. Weird fact @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EIX9wK6DI/AAAAAAAACE4/FKmwCtD9beA/s1600-h/earlywinter.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EIX9wK6DI/AAAAAAAACE4/FKmwCtD9beA/s400/earlywinter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449646231901628466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, Joanne and Yih Shy&lt;br /&gt;The bus was damn cold at night!! It's funny that we had to go through a blizzard in order to see light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 4 days 2 nights trip. If you guys are wondering why that doesn't make any sense to you it's because we spent ONE day on the bus. It sounds terrifying I know but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTUALLY IN REALITY&lt;/span&gt;......it really is =.=. Ok maybe the trip there wasn't that terrifying because we were all excited and the fact that Ben's aunt rent us the whole bus just made the 8 hour ride cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6Dm9XLzazI/AAAAAAAACAo/un79fcssIrs/s1600-h/awesomeee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6Dm9XLzazI/AAAAAAAACAo/un79fcssIrs/s400/awesomeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449609490988231474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6DnQJHwZnI/AAAAAAAACAw/YBYsawcJqq8/s1600-h/laguna.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6DnQJHwZnI/AAAAAAAACAw/YBYsawcJqq8/s400/laguna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449609813630674546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my 3rd time there already by the way. But of course going with friends is an entirely different experience. I've always been staying at the Berjaya but this trip we were lodging at the Laguna Beach Resort. It cost me RM498 + RM30 for the snorkeling gear and RM600 worth of lecturing from my mum for this holiday and if we don't count the non-pecuniary expenses then it's quite cheap don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D8WkqcBLI/AAAAAAAACCw/5X_MMJ-VxfQ/s1600-h/view3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D8WkqcBLI/AAAAAAAACCw/5X_MMJ-VxfQ/s400/view3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633013847295154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D83p_BQQI/AAAAAAAACDQ/D5VURkgTKBE/s1600-h/view2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D83p_BQQI/AAAAAAAACDQ/D5VURkgTKBE/s400/view2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633582211481858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D8pbyltNI/AAAAAAAACDA/MTgJtGj0x88/s1600-h/view.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D8pbyltNI/AAAAAAAACDA/MTgJtGj0x88/s400/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449633337883079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was included and it wasn't those sucky holiday food where they serve you the same dishes everyday. I had to see to that happening because there was once in form 3 my school had a field trip to Malacca and it was a disaster. When I got home I couldn't afford to eat a spoon of tofu or a slice of omelet eggs or even a teaspoon of soya sauce  if it came with steam fish for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D0Ki5xuLI/AAAAAAAACA4/hWzNpFMUv8U/s1600-h/menu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D0Ki5xuLI/AAAAAAAACA4/hWzNpFMUv8U/s400/menu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449624011123308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we skipped our snorkeling session. We had three of those so we decided to forgo one for a day's rest. We needed a break from all that movement (the bus, the packing, the law????). So we just headed to the beach and basked in the sun. We lazed. We bummed. We tanned :D. We even took hundreds of pictures and when it was time to eat we ate... A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D3ugPQrwI/AAAAAAAACBY/bKdZuU3SfP4/s1600-h/GIRLS2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D3ugPQrwI/AAAAAAAACBY/bKdZuU3SfP4/s400/GIRLS2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449627927418285826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D0eeHjNYI/AAAAAAAACBA/H--ZolKNQOo/s1600-h/GUYS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D0eeHjNYI/AAAAAAAACBA/H--ZolKNQOo/s400/GUYS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449624353436284290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guys :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D16db6gvI/AAAAAAAACBI/mxA2B_9UkZI/s1600-h/GIRLS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D16db6gvI/AAAAAAAACBI/mxA2B_9UkZI/s400/GIRLS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449625933801226994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D4CrPH3rI/AAAAAAAACBg/KWQ4Yi_hu0g/s1600-h/volleyball.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D4CrPH3rI/AAAAAAAACBg/KWQ4Yi_hu0g/s400/volleyball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449628273967881906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The volleyball match ٩(-̮̮̃•̃)۶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D4aNLKiRI/AAAAAAAACBo/_gX2-JxfgYU/s1600-h/doinks.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D4aNLKiRI/AAAAAAAACBo/_gX2-JxfgYU/s400/doinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449628678215076114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Vengaboys ٩(•̃_•̃)۶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EJAyoH8oI/AAAAAAAACFQ/BqlF-03qrjk/s1600-h/jinny%27s+room.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EJAyoH8oI/AAAAAAAACFQ/BqlF-03qrjk/s400/jinny%27s+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449646933289726594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yih Nee's room! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EIxQ2MUiI/AAAAAAAACFI/QftGDntBZ1o/s1600-h/8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EIxQ2MUiI/AAAAAAAACFI/QftGDntBZ1o/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449646666523890210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Us 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SECOND DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D4mrvRXVI/AAAAAAAACBw/3dBq-uG6sXw/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D4mrvRXVI/AAAAAAAACBw/3dBq-uG6sXw/s400/breakfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449628892578012498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning. Breakfast anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WOKE UP AT 8.30AM FOR BREAKFAST. Had cornflakes, orange juice, sunny side up eggs and toast. Yumm~!* I think I can eat this kinda breakfast for breakfast, lunch and dinner also lor. Sigh. Satisfaction. Later on we headed to the jetty for our FIRST SNORKELING SESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D-HB26RRI/AAAAAAAACDg/yZ5qgAFKSH4/s1600-h/waitinghall.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D-HB26RRI/AAAAAAAACDg/yZ5qgAFKSH4/s400/waitinghall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449634945829586194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D5Es_mtJI/AAAAAAAACB4/2G1itp2DB9M/s1600-h/1+%28181%29.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D5Es_mtJI/AAAAAAAACB4/2G1itp2DB9M/s400/1+%28181%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449629408311030930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started at 9.30am and as you can see the guys are nowhere to be seen because Kit thought it was 10.30am. So they ended up eating breakfast----&amp;gt; sleeping----&amp;gt; waking up----&amp;gt; eating lunch again. AND THEN they merajuk us girls for dumping them aside when I deliberately reminded Kit the night before and Ben the morning after about the schedule. Kids these days =.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D6p_TTW4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/qdWYoG4_PrM/s1600-h/snokelling~.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D6p_TTW4I/AAAAAAAACCQ/qdWYoG4_PrM/s400/snokelling~.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449631148392274818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way to the open sea ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D6lD3A9fI/AAAAAAAACCI/4hEH6dv_TxI/s1600-h/snokelling~2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D6lD3A9fI/AAAAAAAACCI/4hEH6dv_TxI/s400/snokelling~2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449631063716460018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Osa and her excitement :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D6VzYa_fI/AAAAAAAACCA/5wUNqbfA3M0/s1600-h/my+baby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D6VzYa_fI/AAAAAAAACCA/5wUNqbfA3M0/s400/my+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449630801595137522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby and me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After lunch there was another snorkeling session, only this time it was at the marine park. Paid RM5 for this =.= so I made sure I was in water for the whole 2 hours to make it worth. Lol damn kiam siap I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D7CRMIzXI/AAAAAAAACCY/jiC52mfOwL0/s1600-h/bloop.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D7CRMIzXI/AAAAAAAACCY/jiC52mfOwL0/s400/bloop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449631565510921586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mum will never approve of this. It's life jacket on or no life at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D7iS0TA3I/AAAAAAAACCo/dGMDe70YfyM/s1600-h/US.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D7iS0TA3I/AAAAAAAACCo/dGMDe70YfyM/s400/US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449632115703612274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group picture!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From top left clockwise:&lt;br /&gt;Emily, Hannah, Esuan, Ben, Me, Kit, Yih Nee,Nick, Law Jhern, Osa, Yih Shy and Joanne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D-APAYVqI/AAAAAAAACDY/uognLguLv8A/s1600-h/5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D-APAYVqI/AAAAAAAACDY/uognLguLv8A/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449634829099882146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the diver girls. She's like our celebrity XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D-Nt_8KMI/AAAAAAAACDo/08wvtlhM-eo/s1600-h/hungryyyy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D-Nt_8KMI/AAAAAAAACDo/08wvtlhM-eo/s400/hungryyyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449635060757833922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wasn't an easy job looking for fishes. Joanne was getting hungry XP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back around 5pm but we still haven't had enough. A few of us went back to the sea to hunt for our own fishes. Not with nets of course but with our stolen bread :D. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE TWINS DID IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EEknWmRLI/AAAAAAAACEA/w2o5S712LOk/s1600-h/FISHES.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EEknWmRLI/AAAAAAAACEA/w2o5S712LOk/s400/FISHES.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449642051180577970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They actually bite -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EWuc3ccmI/AAAAAAAACFw/upA2vEhUQoE/s1600-h/23552_356841853859_786563859_3652726_4001042_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EWuc3ccmI/AAAAAAAACFw/upA2vEhUQoE/s400/23552_356841853859_786563859_3652726_4001042_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662011373548130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bloop bloop bloop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EXHeU-D0I/AAAAAAAACF4/z6rag96S4Fc/s1600-h/23552_356805243859_786563859_3652669_5134757_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EXHeU-D0I/AAAAAAAACF4/z6rag96S4Fc/s400/23552_356805243859_786563859_3652669_5134757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449662441262550850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gigantic mushroom~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That night the stars were shining bright. Unfortunately I couldn't take a picture of them though.  Every digital camera we had took an empty black cardboard image. We didn't have any DSLR lying around but I can assure you the view was priceless. It was like we've been living under a blanket of stars for years but not know it in KL. To make it count I walked on the beach that night while appreciating every glimpse of the scenery until my feet hurt. Masochistic much? But truly worth it (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EJZTzctpI/AAAAAAAACFY/5YeSzcREWh4/s1600-h/1+%28394%29.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EJZTzctpI/AAAAAAAACFY/5YeSzcREWh4/s400/1+%28394%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449647354512455314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for dinner time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D_npDGWCI/AAAAAAAACDw/159ZGGPvsgk/s1600-h/moviepicture.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D_npDGWCI/AAAAAAAACDw/159ZGGPvsgk/s400/moviepicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449636605617133602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This place was used to shoot a movie before. Forgot the title but it was one with Sammy Cheng in it ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EFDyKJ3TI/AAAAAAAACEQ/9iaDxw2Zhxs/s1600-h/hawt.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EFDyKJ3TI/AAAAAAAACEQ/9iaDxw2Zhxs/s400/hawt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449642586657119538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at my abs!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once in a lifetime opportunity. You'll never see it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EE1GM-71I/AAAAAAAACEI/AkKSKDUjQ4U/s1600-h/11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EE1GM-71I/AAAAAAAACEI/AkKSKDUjQ4U/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449642334339657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's suppose to be 12 legs in here but I seem to be missing one ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did we do? Well~~~~everything was perfect. The killer view. The soft sand under our toes. The bottomless food. It would have been stupid of us not to celebrate Nick's birthday there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So that's what we did next!!!!&lt;/span&gt; We brought his birthday forward from the 13th. Lucky us the hotel provided baking services or else the stolen bread would have had another use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EGQpEe4LI/AAAAAAAACEw/ZSDjdfWa48A/s1600-h/paper.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EGQpEe4LI/AAAAAAAACEw/ZSDjdfWa48A/s400/paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449643907067338930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EGEXVAOcI/AAAAAAAACEo/QCIMRIt2Baw/s1600-h/1+%28402%29.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EGEXVAOcI/AAAAAAAACEo/QCIMRIt2Baw/s400/1+%28402%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449643696146364866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They distorted my angel :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EFytj_URI/AAAAAAAACEg/EZ2KWYZvQvo/s1600-h/1+%28405%29.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EFytj_URI/AAAAAAAACEg/EZ2KWYZvQvo/s400/1+%28405%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449643392877154578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got him a Nike shirt. I repeat: a very expensive shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EFhFDMEKI/AAAAAAAACEY/YaHfmr52aI0/s1600-h/1+%28407%29.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EFhFDMEKI/AAAAAAAACEY/YaHfmr52aI0/s400/1+%28407%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449643089944383650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; He seems quite happy about it (:&lt;br /&gt;So our job is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man has been dunked and drugged. We fed him with chlorine water. Then we served him cake with an extra ingredient (Read: Cogate). And I'm proud to say we put not just him but everyone else to sleep nicely with XO.  The rest of the night is history ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIRD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed our bags and had our last meal in the Laguna Resort. I ate more than usual, knowing that I'm gonna miss it once I board the ferry. Someday I might join Man vs. Food. Someday. Maybe that someday will come real soon when the results are out. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6ECFEFdZ3I/AAAAAAAACD4/TcXF-qjMMlg/s1600-h/ManVsFoodCompleteSeasonOneDVDRip.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6ECFEFdZ3I/AAAAAAAACD4/TcXF-qjMMlg/s400/ManVsFoodCompleteSeasonOneDVDRip.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449639310114252658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were quite fortunate when we managed to get to sit a speedy boat back to Kuala Terengganu because the first trip there we were sitting a slow poop-poop-poop one.  It took  us forever and I felt like I could have procreated a child before we even get there. But  the speed boat idea turn out to be kinda fishy too when they gave each one of us a black plastic bag. And then when the engine started to roar, it dawned on me after a few splashes of wave. The currents were very strong that day and we were gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EYs3VKpyI/AAAAAAAACGI/GFSfCrHX8_Q/s1600-h/sharrkkkk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EYs3VKpyI/AAAAAAAACGI/GFSfCrHX8_Q/s400/sharrkkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449664183141050146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were people vomiting inside. There were people vomiting outside. But I had to get out of the lower deck. It was so congested and the view of everyone's face turning green just made me feel like puking in theirs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS THAT BAD! &lt;/span&gt;The guys and I went out to sit but it wasn't heaven outside either. Ben was facing head down for one and a half hours. Kit was knocking his fist on metal to divert his attention to the pain and not the sea sick everyone was feeling in their tummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EWTJTzNLI/AAAAAAAACFg/VAOGjDT3t1I/s1600-h/23552_356862743859_786563859_3652765_4448823_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6EWTJTzNLI/AAAAAAAACFg/VAOGjDT3t1I/s400/23552_356862743859_786563859_3652765_4448823_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449661542267303090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"killl meeeeeeeee!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and I, however managed to pull through. I had to focus on the calmer part of the sea but in expense, I got salt water splashed all over me. THE WAVES. ISH. At the end of the trip, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;"&gt;litterally&lt;/span&gt; had to scrape salt off my body. I could have practically offered my mum 1kg of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, fantastic trip! Really needed the holiday after such a hectic semester. BUT we have to fix the mode of transportation. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE TO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;/u&gt; I don't mind offsetting one buffet breakfast for an aeroplane ticket weih... Then again I reckon our next trip should be on a mountain?? lol or in a forest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO MORE SEA PURLEASEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D7PjnBOPI/AAAAAAAACCg/OgyWq4-ES48/s1600-h/water.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6D7PjnBOPI/AAAAAAAACCg/OgyWq4-ES48/s400/water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449631793793808626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's plan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6330829884155864120?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6330829884155864120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/beach-fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6330829884155864120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6330829884155864120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/beach-fantasy.html' title='Beach Fantasy'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S6DmmzetjSI/AAAAAAAACAg/FFfaph_5JDk/s72-c/some+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-7655364756024140391</id><published>2010-03-17T00:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:53:43.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SERIOUSLY?'/><title type='text'>Surprise?</title><content type='html'>This Friday is my little sister's birthday. It's gonna be her BIG 17. The initial plan was to get all her friends to come over to our house on the 19th and surprise her in the living room with truckloads of food, food and DESSERT. I even invited my two favorite cousins which includes the 9 year old Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To double confirm this is what my sister would want I asked her earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In life would you like to be surprised or know exactly where you're going?"&lt;br /&gt;"I want like to know&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e-xact-ly&lt;/span&gt; where I'm going"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later my sister told me Rachel called. She wanted to remind my sister that she was coming over on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; the initial plan -_-".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-7655364756024140391?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/7655364756024140391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7655364756024140391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/7655364756024140391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise?'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-6516283494451523190</id><published>2010-03-06T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:54:02.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Trip'/><title type='text'>yay yay holiday!</title><content type='html'>Gonna head for Redang in 1 hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S5Jv7btqXvI/AAAAAAAACAM/eKYpvADDXFk/s1600-h/THANKYOU.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S5Jv7btqXvI/AAAAAAAACAM/eKYpvADDXFk/s400/THANKYOU.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445537966286593778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to ask a boy in Australia on how to get to a liquor store in Malaysia. Funny store really. NOT! Donkey Suezan won't tell me where it is cause I'm going to Redang with my uni friends and not with her (I ASKED YOU TO COME). I tell you this relationship thing ain't gonna work for us if we don't TRUST EACH OTHER. We need to have the TRUST factor. Anyways, have fun at Genting babe! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the rest of you...lol...hold your horses!! :D I'll be back on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HEAR ME KUMON KIDS!! I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-6516283494451523190?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/6516283494451523190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-yay-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6516283494451523190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/6516283494451523190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/03/yay-yay-holiday.html' title='yay yay holiday!'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S5Jv7btqXvI/AAAAAAAACAM/eKYpvADDXFk/s72-c/THANKYOU.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-3863723118079739782</id><published>2010-02-28T14:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:54:26.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Say it with PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4oUjD-B5rI/AAAAAAAAB_0/jgeBvT2SaEk/s1600-h/LAW+PERIOD.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4oUjD-B5rI/AAAAAAAAB_0/jgeBvT2SaEk/s400/LAW+PERIOD.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443185692224120498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During Law assignment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4oU8Hv1jUI/AAAAAAAACAE/HnwXBnGIFXA/s1600-h/EXAM+PERIOD.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4oU8Hv1jUI/AAAAAAAACAE/HnwXBnGIFXA/s400/EXAM+PERIOD.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443186122735062338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During exam period...&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/2663422563947515537-3863723118079739782?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/3863723118079739782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/say-it-with-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3863723118079739782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/3863723118079739782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/say-it-with-pm.html' title='Say it with PM'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4oUjD-B5rI/AAAAAAAAB_0/jgeBvT2SaEk/s72-c/LAW+PERIOD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-4690671717190841512</id><published>2010-02-22T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:45:01.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4KIbXw6VzI/AAAAAAAAB_s/l85Xdr-4zIE/s1600-h/ERNIE.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4KIbXw6VzI/AAAAAAAAB_s/l85Xdr-4zIE/s400/ERNIE.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441061303633991474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to see that Law is actually no different from shit.&lt;/span&gt; Maybe just a little bit more serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-4690671717190841512?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/4690671717190841512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-come-to-see-that-law-is-actually-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4690671717190841512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/4690671717190841512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-come-to-see-that-law-is-actually-no.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/S4KIbXw6VzI/AAAAAAAAB_s/l85Xdr-4zIE/s72-c/ERNIE.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-8462270387258392184</id><published>2010-02-16T00:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:56:10.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting Pill'/><title type='text'>Loving doink</title><content type='html'>Told my parents in the car just now that if tomorrow they decide to go out or not to go out or eat lunch or not to eat lunch, not to be bothered to tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about your parents but my parents just love to visit me and my sister in the morning. If they can work and visit at the same time, my door can be removed. But since they can't, I get morning visits for at least 2 minutes everyday. They don't just come in and look around to see if we've been abducted or anything. No no no! They march right in and they will make sure they ask a series of questions before they march right out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is...they won't let go until they get a blardy reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait...the worse thing is you slept late the night before and therefore you need your 8 hours of sleep&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; BUT NO!!! &lt;/span&gt;They just want you to get up and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REPLY THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's at least 12 hours of the day I would be spending my time walking around with my sepet eyes open. Why not ask me then?? And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG &lt;/span&gt;the questions they ask!! It's not like a life and death matter you see. You can just ask any time of the day. But&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; NOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you going out today?&lt;br /&gt;What time are you going out?&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOU GOING OUT WITH?&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go lunch with dad ok?&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;OK??!&lt;br /&gt;OK?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;You're going out?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Is it confirm??&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU ANSWER ME?&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SURE!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last question is my mother's personal favourite. I'm going to be 21, mum. Don't you think I'm quite sure about me going out with my aunt and her two kids when I say I am? And if I wasn't quite sure at first, I bet I already am after your 600 time of ARE YOU SURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm putting my foot down. I told them right after dinner in the car so that there will be less distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you guys working tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;"No. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow please don't come in my room. Really just don't come in my room. If you wanna have breakfast, go. If you don't want to have breakfast, then don't. If you guys wanna ask me what I want to eat, don't have to. I'll take care of myself. No need to ask me anything. Just do what you like. Don't call me about lunch. Don't call me about anything not about lunch. I'll be trying to do my assignment tonight and I would probably get no sleep. SO please please please please don't come in,"&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are you gonna eat?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll figure it out. I'm 21. I'll cook maggie mee if I have to. Hey, I won't eat if I have to. Just don't come in"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need mummy to cook for you? We won't come in. We just prepare the food for you.."&lt;br /&gt;"No. Don't need"&lt;br /&gt;"But we're not coming in..."&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Leave the car for you...?"&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was alone in this but every step of the way, my sister was echoing my reply. Apparently she has her own assignment too. It'll be just two of us up tonight and it'll be just two of us in bed tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just came in a few minutes ago. He said since he can't come in tomorrow he just wanna say his good nights and give me his kisses. He's such a loving doink! sighh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are cute species.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2663422563947515537-8462270387258392184?l=internal-beauty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/feeds/8462270387258392184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-doink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8462270387258392184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2663422563947515537/posts/default/8462270387258392184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://internal-beauty.blogspot.com/2010/02/loving-doink.html' title='Loving doink'/><author><name>lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15777919537772174418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VXMBo2QxKyI/TEr0R82XmHI/AAAAAAAACOA/cey2a6VGatg/S220/zanandi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2663422563947515537.post-1489170282330037123</id><published>2010-02-11T23:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:56:57.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stab me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunny U'/><title type='text'>Just shove a pencil through my heart and make sure it sticks.</title><content type='html'>3 assignments due on the same week.&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about 70% of finals here.&lt;br /&gt;And with everything drowning me now...&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how Kumon is the only place that gives me air.&lt;div class="blogger-post
