<?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-34907702</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:47:29.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t h e y  d o n ' t  k n o w  m e</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1035005339101026987</id><published>2008-09-16T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:01:00.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miri part one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello all the way from MIRI!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night before i left was a long night. imagine having a couple of beers and whiskies and you board the plane with this miserable pain a.k.a gastric and your breathe still stinks with alcohol PLUS a lil tipsy-ness. perfect for sleeping? not at all. i was dead tired and managed to get a pretty good seat beside the window but my eyes were too tired for any views. the first hour was alright cause i manage to sleep. then later on, i was awaken by some noise near my seat. a lady was playing "one two juss/juice/juz" with her children. fine. i tried sleeping back but couldn't because the guy seating one seat away from me started on his own ochestra.  great.  so i went browsing on the magazines provided and when i saw the menu, i couldn't stop drooling. the pain then got more unbearable. =/ pak nasser's nasi lemak looked oh so sedap in the menu. i shut the menu and flipped through another magizine promoting places of asia. i really really wanna go Bali for holidays, a week at least. but i'm so BROKE now. seriously, chui is oficially broke.&lt;br /&gt;she needs a reload in her poor wallet. so what if its burberry? -.- my mum was right. who cares if you are using a designer wallet, its the amount of notes you have in there that matters!&lt;br /&gt;dayamnnn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having breakfast with shal at A1 restaurant ("the" breakfast place) we went back and all i remember was i fell asleep within seconds. dead tired! i got up in time for dinner and we had our dinner with damien and samsons at Lou Bin tan, this makan place near shal's house.&lt;br /&gt;and later at night the party started! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7BEn9FnGI/AAAAAAAAADk/jRKHTZR_oVA/s1600-h/CIMG0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7BEn9FnGI/AAAAAAAAADk/jRKHTZR_oVA/s320/CIMG0475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246342901122047074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at island bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7BjwvzeYI/AAAAAAAAADs/AYcQPDz3faQ/s1600-h/CIMG0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7BjwvzeYI/AAAAAAAAADs/AYcQPDz3faQ/s320/CIMG0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246343436058196354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at cherrie berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;after drinking, we moved on with supper and i had "kueh chap", a local food here in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7DbrAbHpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/igXO61qmNnQ/s1600-h/CIMG0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7DbrAbHpI/AAAAAAAAAD0/igXO61qmNnQ/s320/CIMG0540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246345496101592722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"kueh chap"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is good shit(particularly with beer at especially low price). the soup is similar to bak kut teh and you all know how much i love bak kut teh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after licking the end of the bowl, we called it a night =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept like a pig that night. the next day we went to check out some potential hotels where shal plans to celebrate her 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7F-giLnzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vvB_D3kabXA/s1600-h/CIMG0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7F-giLnzI/AAAAAAAAAD8/vvB_D3kabXA/s320/CIMG0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246348293609070386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;view by the beach at Marriot Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the view is awesome-mo. even if you are not emotional at all, you'll just hit the button right away when you see such great view. by the way, did i mention we missed the sun set? lol.. we "purposely" missed it. wait for phei chuen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, shal and i had dinner at BBQ Pork at don't-know-where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7He25PH8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/E0PF6GnzqDs/s1600-h/CIMG0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7He25PH8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/E0PF6GnzqDs/s320/CIMG0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246349948878790594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have pork meat, pork ears, pork intestines, pork tongue (wtf?) pork liver and the can never be more normal chicken wings. side orders will be pork nose, pork eyes and pork tail.(just kidding) oH and you can actually specially request for pork brain if you think you're too smart =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7Itj_RDbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rpPZiqXIC1g/s1600-h/CIMG0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7Itj_RDbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rpPZiqXIC1g/s320/CIMG0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246351301013474738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shal and i decided to go with the normal cuisine. pork meat, pork intestines and chicken wings along with 3 for RM10 carlsberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, shal went for her group discussion in her uni and i was in her room counting sheeps.&lt;br /&gt;and when she got back, we went out for supper! lol .. "kolo mee" also their local cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, if i don't gain weight by the end of this trip, it'll be a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;i have been eating and sleeping like a piG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for my first 3 days at miri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s its 5am now and we're going out for more food! ... shal says the warm soyabean is another good shit ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-1035005339101026987?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1035005339101026987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1035005339101026987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1035005339101026987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1035005339101026987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/09/miri-part-one.html' title='miri part one'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SM7BEn9FnGI/AAAAAAAAADk/jRKHTZR_oVA/s72-c/CIMG0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-8146347000366842459</id><published>2008-08-11T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:50:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>had ur nutritious drink yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dad made us apple+carrot(weird combinations but yea, its about the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, yo!) juice yesterday =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while drinking it with my brother just now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;joe: hey, you see my juice, darker wan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: how come? you add very little water only izzit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;joe: nolar, i got secret recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: what izzit?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;joe: *point to the pepsi can*  i added pepsi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;me: *swt* it supposed to be a nutritious drink la, you dumb fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;joe: &lt;em&gt;sedap&lt;/em&gt; la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-8146347000366842459?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/8146347000366842459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=8146347000366842459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/8146347000366842459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/8146347000366842459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-ur-nutritious-drink-yet.html' title='had ur nutritious drink yet?'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1358215662186680375</id><published>2008-08-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:48:54.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i could be with my sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i took a look outside the lecture hall this afternoon at 2pm, the weather was all gloomy and it looked as though the night had taken place early. felt like it was already 8pm. the stupid weather affected my mood. we could all predict that it was going to rain heavily and the trees will 'tumbang' on the cars parked outside the college once again just like how it happened last year. well, it only rained heavily. =) during our half an hour break, despite the rain, i insisted on going to "Mc D's drive thru" as my stomach was growwwling. after satisfying myself with nuggets and fries, i instantly became a happy girl. i thanked myself for sleeping early yesterday night. my thursdays class is the longest and most of the time during my last class, my eyes will be half opened (by force) and my mind will black out simultaneously. today is different =) this whole week, i have to say i'm proud of myself for having enough of sleep, at least 7 hours everynight (the result of not taking afternoon nap, perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to love coming back home. my dad and i are in talking terms already and it was really funny during dinner just now. my dad asked if we want to see magic -.-&lt;br /&gt;and my brothers and i instantly said no. haha&lt;br /&gt;he was like "why nobody believes me?" = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been really busy lately with tonnes of assignments. i still have 4 assignments (2 new) on hands. assignments, study, assignments, study. sigh.. so please excuse me if i can't come out. finals is drawing near and i don't know where to start. i feel lost and i hate it. this week, i skipped tax tutorial again because i didn't do my tutorials = ( luckily my attendance was taken though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td height="1" unselectable="on"  style="font-size:1pt;"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i haven't been eating rice since i *ahem* so yesterday i had to drive out to buy porridge for dinner. i cannot wait to be able to munch properly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's one thing i've been wondering. is it really important on how people are judging you? the impression you give to your friends and what they think you are not? recently, i just don't see a point in clarifying myself and the good thing is, the people who know you best will still be around you spiritually. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's a song i would like to share with ya all ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Script - The Man Who Can’t Be Moved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going back to the corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where i first saw you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gonna camp in my sleeping bag,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not gonna move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got some words on cardboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got your picture in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;saying: if you see this girl can you tell her were i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some try to hand me money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they don’t understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not broke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m just a broken hearted man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know it makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what else can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and how can i move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when I’m still in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos if one day you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and find that your missing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking maybe you’d come back here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the place that we’d meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you’d see me waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I’m not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;police man says son you cant stay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i say someone I’m waiting for if its a day a month or year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got to stand my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even if it rains or snows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if she changes her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the first place she will go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos if one day you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and find that your missing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking maybe you’d come back here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the place that we’d meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you’d see me waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I’m not movingI’m not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;people talk about the guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thats waiting in on a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woooaa wooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i no who’s in his shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;put a big hole in his world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe ill get famous for the man who cant be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and maybe you wont mean to but you’ll see me on the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you’d come running to the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos you’ll know its just for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m the man who cant be moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m the man who cant be moved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cos if one day you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and find that your missing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth i could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking maybe you’d come back here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the place that we’d meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you’d see me waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the corner of the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so I’m not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not moving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m not moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;going back to the corner were i first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I’m not gonna move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p/s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i can't upload the video so go search yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-1358215662186680375?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1358215662186680375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1358215662186680375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1358215662186680375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1358215662186680375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-i-could-be-with-my-sisters.html' title='i wish i could be with my sisters'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2083917023322457018</id><published>2008-07-12T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:28:00.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;what was i anticipating for? why did i rush for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;but in the end, you just left me there crying helplessly for being such a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2083917023322457018?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2083917023322457018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2083917023322457018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2083917023322457018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2083917023322457018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-was-i-anticipating-for-why-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2846781546145799232</id><published>2008-06-20T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:11:59.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bottom line is, i have a dead tooth in my mouth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the past 2 weeks have been tough for me. early of last week, i was involved in an accident at 7.30 in the morning on the journey to college along MRR2 highway. i clearly remember my reaction when the collusion took place. "fuck fuck, damn it.. erghh" followed by a inadvertent punch on the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is my 2nd attempt on resketching the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213941658534808402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFukUFSUC1I/AAAAAAAAADc/HQOyCw7mztA/s320/CIMG4547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was already a very bad day for me but badminton that night sure did bring up my mood a little. that was what i needed. friends making me laughed/cheering me without knowing what happened that morning. nevertheless, in the end of the day, you still wish for that piece of consolation from that particular person. i miss those days where we would just whine to each another over a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day of my accident, my friend's dad was involved in another accident. the damage was way serious and complicated. he was hit by a tractor! and did i mention, my friend was with me when i knocked the car in front? i wonder how it feels like being involved in 2 accidents consecutively. my dad hasn't spoken to me since the accident and i know he will go on and on with this killing cold treatment until i get the car fixed. would you rather being scolded and yelled or totally ignored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on last thursday, it was a blue moon : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have a car but i was desperate to go college, not because i was hardworking but simply because i felt like going to college. i did it once and it will be the last time. that was when i found out, calling a cab now charges you RM2 instead of RM1 and this new charge was implemented 1 year ago. i took a cab to college from my doorstep and it cost me RM24. *ouch&lt;br /&gt;(i could have bought 4 bottles of heineken in Miri AND i still can give tips!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money is nothing when it comes to safety. if i knew i was going to meet a pathetic asshole and a son of a bitch in the lrt station on the way home, i won't mind paying a double of my cab fare to go home. the next time i see you again, it's when i'll be watching you strip your pants with a smirk on MY face this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to make the matter worst, that night itself i was suffering from a toothache which almost made me kill myself. i wanted to tie a string to that particular tooth and secured the other end of the string to the doorknob where the door opens outwards. i will wait patiently behind the door and on a count to three, i will make my brother open the door as fast as possible as though there are stripers in bunny costumes awaiting for him behind the closed door. and if that really took place, i swear i would have killed my brother. the pain was unbearable i couldn't sleep that night and that was the excuse for skipping class the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have visited the dentist and the pain has left but there's still a slight but disturbing sharp pain. before we go any further, let's look into the anatomy of a tooth. this could be boring, but please take note. you will know why at the end of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213930593200059378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFuaP_s7M_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/O42b-9D80CI/s320/clip_image001.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the pulp chamber contains blood vessels, nerves and other connective tissues and creates the surrounding hard tissues of the tooth during development. The pulp is important during a tooth’s growth and development. However, once a tooth is fully mature it can survive without the pulp, because the tooth continues to be nourished by the tissues surrounding it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you know when the pulp matures, please enlighten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213936783331333522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFuf4TvOlZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zt42zZp39hU/s320/DeepInfection.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;The Root canal treatment (RCT) is needed when the tooth's root becomes infected or inflamed through injury or advanced decay as you can see from the picture above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213937892401190978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFug43WFmEI/AAAAAAAAADE/LHlLBjSzM40/s320/Inflamed.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The tooth is anesthetized. An opening is made through the crown of the tooth to the pulp chamber. Special files are used to clean the infection and unhealthy pulp out of the canals. Irrigation is used to help clean the main canal (called lateral canals).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213938578849605666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFuhg0kJKCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Cj5Y3g5PvVw/s320/Filling.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The canals are filled with a permanent material, often gutta-percha. This helps to keep the canals free of infection or contamination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213938808650822274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFuhuMpBcoI/AAAAAAAAADU/zr1nfQTuatE/s320/Rebuilding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A temporary filling material is placed on top of the gutta-percha to seal the opening until the tooth is ready to be prepared for a crown. A crown, sometimes called a cap, is made to look like a natural tooth, and is placed on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Althought it is said that the tooth was sedated but during the process, i was literally shrieking for pain and holding my hands together so tightly the nurse had to calm me down. seconds later, the pain became sharp and agonizing, i cried as my legs were kicking and hiting on the seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a torture i never want to endure again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the reason why i ask you all to take notice of this is that, this treatment easily cost me RM450. and this amount is not including "crowning"(to protect and restore the tooth to full function) where i have to do after my braces. crowning will cost me RM600. but of course there is an alternative to this treatment which is to get your tooth extracted. i have to skip this as the missing tooth will be a problem to my braces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;car damage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 5 0 + 4 4 0  =  6 9 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;RCT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 0 0  +  4 5 0  =  1 1 5 0               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jumlah keseluruhan dalam SATU bulan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 9 0  +  1 1 5 0  =  1 8 4 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;0.o"""   who wants to buy my backside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the journey home from the clinic, i cried. it wasn't just a hole burnt on my pocket, it felt like a blood suction right in the middle of my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;knn, in a blink of eye, my set of teeth has become more valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p/s: please visit the dentist regularly. i swear you'll rather pay RM20 for consultation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2846781546145799232?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2846781546145799232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2846781546145799232&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2846781546145799232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2846781546145799232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/06/bottom-line-is-i-have-dead-tooth-in-my.html' title='the bottom line is, i have a dead tooth in my mouth.'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SFukUFSUC1I/AAAAAAAAADc/HQOyCw7mztA/s72-c/CIMG4547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-508370972478555311</id><published>2008-06-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:56:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is going to be alright, there will be light for me to search my way out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm feeling so lost and very very low right now. i couldn't concentrate in class at all just now so after 10 minutes in lecture, staring blankly at the projector not listening to a word the lecturer was saying, i made my way out of the lecture hall. i felt guilty but the pain in my stomach also convinced me to go home. what is the point attending lecture, but not gaining anything from it right? if i stayed on, it was simply to make my petrol more 'worth' it. i saved 20 ringgit but lost 45 minutes of my precious time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is a very bad start of my new semester. i disliked my course, now i hate it so much but there's no way out. i stepped in too deep and went through hell during diploma level but managed to make my way till the end safely and i'm grateful for the efforts i put in. i know clearly that there's no way for me to back out now. its just one way straight; die or survive. aren't we supposed to be doing something of our interest to enjoy this short life? i haven't tasted happiness since i got back here. college life is giving me a headache, accountings is cutting my life short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need somebody right now. i don't need you to hear me out. i don't need you to share my depression. i need one who can just make me happy for just a day without knowing anything at all. how come the person who really know what i want is you? you made me cry after so long but don't get me wrong, the tears don't mean anything at all. it just feels like i've made a big round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my path now is towards ACCA and if i fail more than twice for one subject, i won't be able to claim exemptions and i won't be able to pursue my studies in Sheffield Hallam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wasn't my 3 months break long enough for me to play around? why am i still not prepared for everything. there's no time to play anymore, no time to take a break, no such thing as honeymoon year. i really feel like having a shoulder to rest and at the same time, i just want my head straight up. i have to keep going, i'll meet you all at the end of the finishing line and that's when you'll tell me, "i'm so proud of you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/34907702-508370972478555311?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/508370972478555311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=508370972478555311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/508370972478555311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/508370972478555311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/06/everything-is-going-to-be-alright-there.html' title='everything is going to be alright, there will be light for me to search my way out.'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2259484014030848429</id><published>2008-05-31T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:11:59.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hightlight-"ers" of the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SEBdLNBeEFI/AAAAAAAAACk/e4PZ01GVr88/s1600-h/10042006207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206263616296063058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SEBdLNBeEFI/AAAAAAAAACk/e4PZ01GVr88/s320/10042006207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;year 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206263878289068130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SEBdadBeEGI/AAAAAAAAACs/S414pvRUlM8/s320/30052008299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;year 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm not fat but i DO look fat in the recent picture =/ its the blouse its the blouse *self console*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i looked at the recent picture, it reminded me of the other one. i still remember it was mumbo jumbo that night at zouk.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2259484014030848429?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2259484014030848429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2259484014030848429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2259484014030848429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2259484014030848429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/hightlight-ers-of-night.html' title='hightlight-&quot;ers&quot; of the night'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SEBdLNBeEFI/AAAAAAAAACk/e4PZ01GVr88/s72-c/10042006207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2916017572616650623</id><published>2008-05-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:33:02.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i still want a swift =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm SO angry! .. when i have finally decided to make my day a productive one, the car decided to break down on me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rwarrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2916017572616650623?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2916017572616650623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2916017572616650623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2916017572616650623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2916017572616650623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-still-want-swift.html' title='i still want a swift =('/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2961122855164382435</id><published>2008-05-26T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T07:34:01.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where i belong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm confused myself. is it the jet lag or because i got up at 8pm yesterday? its already 7am and i'm still awake, wide awake. i came to the computer when it was still dark and as i turned and looked out the window, i was really shocked it was all bright already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm home, home sweet home. the first thing i realised when i got home was i am going to have a hard time making my home a comfortable living, as always. i haven't got anything in particular to talk about actually and it really didn't feel like i had been away for the last 3 months. a lot of things have happened to me and it isn't easy to put everything down in words right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really want to thank everyone for those welcoming hugs. they really made me feel like this is where i belong. i could tell who i am to you just by hugging =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmm.. actually i should just shower right now, get changed and attend my orientation day since i haven't tasted it. it will be a miserable journey and wished-i-had-not left-home decision though. the air-cond is on, why don't i just climb to bed right? brilliant idea =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rise and shine ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2961122855164382435?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2961122855164382435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2961122855164382435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2961122855164382435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2961122855164382435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-where-i-belong.html' title='this is where i belong'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-5651616849401687343</id><published>2008-05-18T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:55:35.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything has got to come to and end, &lt;em&gt;whether you like it or not&lt;/em&gt;. that means this admirable UK trip of mine will be due end of this week. i was eager to go back home a month ago but now, i dread the goodbye session. at this moment, i wish i stay here forever. as the day draws nearer, i'm starting to have sleepless night. the reason why i'm typing this at 7 am in the morning. i can't seem to sleep back knowing that i'm leaving with some things undone and also i'm having a great headache on last minute shopping for souvenirs. &lt;s&gt;the one thing which sucks for having too many friends.&lt;/s&gt; just so you know, if i haven't gotten anything for you that clearly means that you aren't actually very significant to me. don't be such a thick faced, can? i don't need to plaster it on my forehead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on the other hand, i would love to dedicate my gratitude to &lt;s&gt;mr and mrs. cheong&lt;/s&gt; mr. darren cheong and miss. cheong yen li for helping me to bring back some stuff. nasi lemak and teh o ais on me, aights? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am going to start an early shopping today and hopefully i will not be left empty handed as the sun sets. i still have a long list to go, damn it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am having this super craving for nasi lemak and i really want to have it now for breakfast! = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nasi lemak telur rebus satu (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kalau boleh, bagi satu biji OK&lt;/span&gt;?)*&lt;/span&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/34907702-5651616849401687343?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/5651616849401687343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=5651616849401687343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/5651616849401687343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/5651616849401687343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/closure.html' title='the closure'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4864863382661646425</id><published>2008-05-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:40:01.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what miracale tastes like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i haven't had a good laugh in a long time until Daryl asked me to watch this video below. this kid is really hillarious and you have to watch his facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;note: watch till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ib0Tll3sGB0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blooood-uh.. funny ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;once i'm in youtube, i'm usually hooked on for some time clicking from one video to another. i really love looking at videos of babies/kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as i clicked and watched on, i came across this video and i knew i had to share this piece with readers of my blog. spare me 10 minutes of yours, can? this lil girl is beyond words to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntReE2n15bo&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she's definately a God Sent. &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/34907702-4864863382661646425?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4864863382661646425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4864863382661646425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4864863382661646425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4864863382661646425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-miracale-tastes-like.html' title='what miracale tastes like'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4111609422957279350</id><published>2008-05-06T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:00.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy to make you happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first of, thank you for your response on my previous post. i've sorted things out and i'll just hope things will go smoothly for me. i'm sure there is a brighter side to everything no matter how shitty a thing can get. specially thank to this silly friend of mine who actually bothered to do some researches for me online. haha. it was unexpected and touching =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from shopping with my sister and ron and i finally got something for my eldest sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SCC7_PEb-NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uRSZpZz1_Vs/s1600-h/060520081570.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197360665036847314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SCC7_PEb-NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uRSZpZz1_Vs/s320/060520081570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; we wanted to get the white colour one cause its more classy, but since siew ling is known as a dirty cat, we thought black would be much suitable for her. this is bought specially for you, other stuff we'll share, just dun pile my clothes up in your room. you think decoration meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you better love this killer heels : ) well, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i shall present to you, the &lt;s&gt;most adorable sister on earth&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;world best sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(courtesy of mummy's sponsorship of course)&lt;/span&gt; ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SCC_d_Eb-OI/AAAAAAAAACY/hP1lXbvUhSs/s1600-h/DSCN4029.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197364491852708066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/34907702-4111609422957279350?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4111609422957279350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4111609422957279350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4111609422957279350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4111609422957279350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-of-thank-you-for-your-response-on.html' title='happy to make you happy'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SCC7_PEb-NI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uRSZpZz1_Vs/s72-c/060520081570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1474677861130957051</id><published>2008-05-05T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T02:02:00.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need some help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's a fork road in front of my journey now. either one will determine my years to come and there's no turning back, at all. i really don't know what to do. all i need now is advise from an expert who will be able to enlighten me on the decision i am about to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really need a piece of advise whereby then i shall know which path to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A or B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left or Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basically, study locally or study abroad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nudge me if you think you're able to help. if you want to know what's bothering me, i will be glad to share as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am so stressed up! =(&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/34907702-1474677861130957051?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1474677861130957051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1474677861130957051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1474677861130957051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1474677861130957051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-some-help.html' title='need some help'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4592494376722630256</id><published>2008-05-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T06:00:01.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thought at the moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while deciding whether or not to go for a morning jog, unconsciously, i picked up my phone and started to browse through my old messages. and i cried. memories were squeezing through my mind. gushing through like a waterfall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what does forever mean? we will forever be together. i laugh whenever i see this phrase. frankly, i only believe forever in terms of family. the people who brought me to earth, the people i grew up with are forever. father, mother, sisters and brothers. they will forever take their roles respectively but a partner can turn into an enemy too easily. as quoted by both of my parents "&lt;strong&gt;parents will forever be parents but they will not forever be husband and wife&lt;/strong&gt;". i have accepted it and adjusting my life to live this way. nevertheless, if i have a genie on hand, i will not ask for world peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a relationship can start of with an awfully sweet date, it can also end up with disastrous pain. people still believe in happy ever after but the fact is, most parents are still together simply because of commitment and responsibilities. only a few still say 'i love you' and that's what i admire most. of course we all love happy endings and even pray for them. i don't believe in the outcome as long as there is a process of us together. in short, loving somebody doesn't mean we have to own that person. there are too many ways to love, choosing to be together in a relationship is to risky to lose the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;before you think about starting a relationship, why not try growing a plant? see how much of love, tender and care you are willing to shower upon it and let's see if the flowers will bloom for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;despite such a dead post, i, myself have not given up to find that 'forever' in my life yet. afterall, i love&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; happy endings&lt;/span&gt; too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm going to get ready for a morning jog now!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;new day, new hope&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&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/34907702-4592494376722630256?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4592494376722630256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4592494376722630256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4592494376722630256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4592494376722630256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/thought-at-moment.html' title='thought at the moment'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-9050522381197469024</id><published>2008-05-01T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T17:41:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wine? ribena please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too much of wine gives me very bad headache and super dehydration. i never really knew what hang over was like until yesterday. i went to bed after 5-6 glasses of wine and not long after, i found myself awake and it was really difficult for me to fall back to sleep. i drank up a bottle of water and 2 cans of ice cream soda before tossing around the bed again looking for a comfortable zone. what frustrated me most was my mind shutted down completely but my eyes were still widely opened. i believe i was struggling for at least 2 hours before falling back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bad incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/34907702-9050522381197469024?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/9050522381197469024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=9050522381197469024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/9050522381197469024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/9050522381197469024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/05/wine-ribena-please.html' title='wine? ribena please'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-8623778813398097536</id><published>2008-04-25T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:00:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear diary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my depression level has rose up by 20 percent today. the weather is rather sunny today due to the change of season, too bad i don't have a sunglasses. a sunny weather carves an image of a garden of blooming sunflowers behind my mind. so lively and full of hope. it's actually not difficult to smile isn't it? beautiful things make me smile, a wider smile when i realise the unintended smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not surprisingly, i got up at half past 2 today. yesterday before bed, i promised myself to go out today so the first thing which came to my mind when i opened my eyes this afternoon was not to fall back to sleep. i quickly washed up, dried my hair and had breakfast while watching "1 Litre of Tears" before i get changed and leave for some shopping, supposedly. usually, if i get up after 2, i will most likely stay home since the shops here close at 5. as for thursdays, the shops close at 8. that means going out at 4 is still counted as early =) great. go shopping without having to set alarm to wake up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why topshop's sale is not like what i expect(want) it to be? =( if i'm not mistaken, today is topshop's first day of sale and the sale items are so-so only. sale but still out of budget. *curse* nice but no size *curse again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe if i'm not a fickle minded and indecisive person, i will be much happier and even healthier. when i have finally decided to buy that black dress and green shoe yesterday, i decided to give it another day of consideration after performing some calculations today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i went into Dorothy Perkins today and everything is selling at 20percent. excited me went in and started browsing. got attracted by this tank top with small flower details but unreasonable price. i tried on another white long top as well and i instantly became sweeter wearing it but also with unreasonable price. (actually, whatever above 10 pounds is unreasonable to me. sigh) after a long comtemplation, i bought the tank top. despite consoling myself that buying it is no mistake since i haven't bought anything for the past few days, i'm still carrying a slight guilt in me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear diary, should i really buy that black dress?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-8623778813398097536?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/8623778813398097536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=8623778813398097536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/8623778813398097536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/8623778813398097536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/04/dear-me.html' title='dear me'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-7420717155342320754</id><published>2008-04-24T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:00.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and another day passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do not like to eat a whole apple by itself. i rather take by slices. i avoid any chances of eating but when my mum thrusts a readily peeled apple to me, i know i have to eat it. i wished i said "slices will be preferable, mum".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now i have pieces stucked in between my braces. geez. not just apple, this applies to whatever which requires the act of biting off from a whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i spoke to my brother yesterday and he said he wants to put on braces. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so my days have became less lively, less entertaining and less movements. every 24 hours, i live in dreamland for at least half of it. when i'm in reality, i either rot at home or courageously lift up my bum and go out for a walk. and i usually go back home feeling depressed for being unable to decide whether or not to buy some stuff. i guess this is the reason i rather stay home and watch series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm starting to watch a new Japanese drama entitlied "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 Litre of Tears&lt;/span&gt;". based on reviews i read, this should be a very meaningful and touching drama unlike those Taiwan drama which never fail to slap me back to reality once i watch the last episode. the lead actors always end up living happily ever after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;geeez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"my prince charming, i can already picture you riding a clean white horse with a Palerma PM *eyes shine* hanging on your hand. if too expensive, i really won't mind a Neverfull GM for starters =D" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i is waiting too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*slaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so today i had an evening walk with my mum down to the Quayside. its like how you have to see the &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Prague Castle&lt;/span&gt; when you're at Prague, you have to see the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gateshead Millienium Bridge&lt;/span&gt; when you're in Newcastle. too bad i didn't go to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Old Trafford&lt;/span&gt; when i was in Manchester. doesn't make much difference anyways since i'm not very much a football fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the pictures below are taken during the evening walk. you know, i think i've put on some weight. look at my face! its like, quite chubby compared to last time right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SA_HOPEb-LI/AAAAAAAAACA/5U-wTCQqLcI/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192587942758709426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="268" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SA_HOPEb-LI/AAAAAAAAACA/5U-wTCQqLcI/s320/IMG_2762.JPG" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=7420717155342320754&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/7420717155342320754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/7420717155342320754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-another-day-passed.html' title='and another day passed'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/SA_HOPEb-LI/AAAAAAAAACA/5U-wTCQqLcI/s72-c/IMG_2762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2958311875717686189</id><published>2008-04-13T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:31:57.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drinking wine alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just took a wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the walk to the toilet is not easing my butt-ache and backache at all. i've never browsed through so many blogs within the last hour. i've been sitting in front of this very old and 'cannot-load-movies' laptop for hours already. and my day is not productive at all unless you say watching movie and onlining are unusual. i warned my mum yesterday that i am going to spend the whole of the day sleeping and so, do not attempt to wake me up and force me to watch tv. if not for her call at 4pm, i swear i would have slept till she comes back with my dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some may not know, my life is really not as happening as it is back in malaysia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot ring up shal and ask her to go yum char then quickly get changed and leave the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my brothers cannot call me and ask me to fetch them from point extreme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do not go clubbing here (only went out for &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; drink when i was in Manchester then we returned back to the boy's house and i served myself with another can of carlsberg). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do not have freshly prepared fruits after dinner unless requested (my dad believes fruits help in digestions and sometimes he would say, "an apple a day keeps the doctor away". i can hear his voice in my head.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i do not drive here. (i really miss driving and miss filling up petrol at seri petaling's shell station. i never needed to pump petrol myself. the workers must be wondering how come the &lt;strong&gt;chic in white wira&lt;/strong&gt; is now replaced by an old man with aviator sunglasses.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss quarelling with my brothers, throwing all the "&lt;em&gt;dius&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;mahai&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;chaohai&lt;/em&gt;", or combination of both "&lt;em&gt;mahgechaohai&lt;/em&gt;" at each another's face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss our new couch!.. daymn.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if i go on with this, this could be a very long post. so.. i shall digress before i get into "i miss doing house chores". (&lt;strong&gt;heck no!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aproximately a month time, i'll probably be back in malaysia already. i will definately miss my life here once i get back when the familiar surroundings form a wall around me again. i'll have to hit myself back to a typical college life and again (just like every other semester) attempt to go library when i have long breaks. now i'm really praying for a nicely scheduled time table so that i don't have to purposely stay on in college for another hour or so just to avoid blardy traffic jams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my regular routine here is more or less like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wake up. wash up. make-up. get dressed. go out. shop. go back. change to pyjamas. online. watch korean/taiwan drama. mum comes back. eat dinner. online. sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. am. going. to. miss. this. kind. of. life. lor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday, i decided to start learning how to KNIT, yes knitting. and darren laughed at the thought of wearing knitwear back in malaysia. -.- don't care. sadly, my mum's knowledge on knitting is limited to scarf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only and i have started to knit a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what am i knitting? it doesn't look like a scarf at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mum: oh. its just a piece of cloth. beginner ma. when u're done i can use it to cover the laptop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: o.0 later dusty how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mum: then throw away lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me: WTF? my hard work. dusty. then. throw? eeeyerrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mum: *laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't care. i will still complete my piece of knitwork though it certainly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;looks like an amateur workpiece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to poh yee now and just gave her my blog add. she said the last time she read my blog was last year. *sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;makes me wonder how many souls out there are actually bothered to come in to check for updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see. i have actually finished watching 1 taiwan drama and 5 korean dramas here. and back to taiwan drama again. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if only i brought grey's anatomy here with me. i don't like prison break anymore because sara is dead but i will still wait for season 4 and see what happens to my poor sucre. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will probably be my last post before going to a 4 day trip Prague. a lot of people are stressing about how beautiful and breathtaking this place is. i shall go and judge myself and of course return with loadsa pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw, did i mention we(sis, ron, mum and i) took 8 hundred over pictures during our trip to london? =) whattodo?&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/34907702-2958311875717686189?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2958311875717686189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2958311875717686189&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2958311875717686189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2958311875717686189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/04/drinking-wine-alone.html' title='drinking wine alone'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2494017790419450560</id><published>2008-04-09T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:00.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more to say but this much for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whenever i look back, over my right shoulder i tend to see the mistakes i have done in the past. they seem to be forming a line, tailing me from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finished reading "the five people you meet in heaven" by Mitch Albom (was quite shock to find it at my mum's book shelf) 3 days back and it inspires me dearly. it makes me wonder who are the people i have affected and changed their lives and also who are the poeple who have affected me and changed my life. i like the perception the author has on heaven. sometimes, we live on without having answers to the questions we have chucked in the corner of our minds. and heaven has the answers for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days back, i was having a talk with an old friend of mine. a friend whom i cherish till now despite the distance between us and whom i have neglected back in those days. i believe he is one of the many people i have affected and at the same time, affected by him. lessons were learnt from him and i thank him for that. i am truly glad for that one step i took in saving our friendships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we really don't have to speak too much of appreciation when everything is well comprehended already. but people still do. i do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;another person has affected my life. this friend of mine has not changed me but has taken a significant role in my life. nobody knows the things we've been through better than we do. i haven't been the best but i will be there at your lowest. =) just ring up aights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some envy me for where i am now. some think i'm having a blast. i may, but when it turns dark, i ask, will i prefer this or a never broken bond of a mother and daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;we tend to earn something when we have lost something before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the saying in the book i read, "&lt;strong&gt;one withers, another grow. birth and death are part of the whole&lt;/strong&gt;." the latter phrase might have digressed too far though.&lt;br /&gt;don't envy me, for you don't know i have envied you all for the past years of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling in me now is just neutral. neither sad, nor happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm just really grateful for this holiday in the UK. one thing i am for sure, &lt;strong&gt;my prayers were answered&lt;/strong&gt;. i have opened my eyes to so many things, beautiful scenery, foreign surroundings which i have slowly came to familiarize, busy london, irreplaceable touch of a mom where i used to seek in someone else, charcoal dark and starry skies just like back home leaving me nothing but a serene soul, simple friends became more valued, the loved ones missing me as much as i miss them, a dad who will never give up on her daughter despite the thorny words he threw on her face, and at the same time, i have learnt not to doubt on my dad's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know in his eyes, i'm still that small little girl who needs to raise up her hand to reach his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/R_1EzU8_skI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sVk0krl_kTI/s1600-h/joe+and+juan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187377994389238338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/R_1EzU8_skI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sVk0krl_kTI/s320/joe+and+juan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss my brothers. they were really cute right?&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/34907702-2494017790419450560?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2494017790419450560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2494017790419450560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2494017790419450560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2494017790419450560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-to-say-but-this-much-for-now.html' title='more to say but this much for now'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/R_1EzU8_skI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sVk0krl_kTI/s72-c/joe+and+juan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3774674642440923892</id><published>2008-04-06T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:26:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i finally made that call. the call i wished to make so many times before but never had the courage to dial. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it wasn't that bad afterall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for making me feel.... still loved. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you i miss home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-3774674642440923892?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3774674642440923892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3774674642440923892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3774674642440923892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3774674642440923892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-finally-made-that-call.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-7646998426254418490</id><published>2008-03-23T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:54:20.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day trip to York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cannot feel my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the journey home from York, i vowed to myself that i have to blog about today. my FIRST fruitful day in the UK other than Alnwick because Alnwick was mainly about walking at the countryside. our train ticket to York was at 6.53 this morning and i had to force myself to wake up eventhough i didn't have a good sleep the day before. i only had 3-4 hours of sleep. with too many thoughts lingering in my mind, i hardly get to sleep soundly these days. i always toss around the bed before falling asleep. this morning when the alarm rang (3 phones, one after another), i felt like i only slept for 10 minutes. the sleepy us quickly bathed, got ready and head to the train station. it was freezing out there and i blamed myself for not wearing an additional layer. the sucky part was the train being delayed and we only boarded the train 90 minutes after than the departure time with several transfer of trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind was frozen dead but my eyes were eager for the beautiful scenery outside. it was snowing lightly. my first time but i wasn't satisfied =/ i wanted heavy snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="513" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008588.jpg" width="544" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008592.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 296px" height="331" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008592.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we finally arrived at 10ish. the wheather forecast was accurate, 4 degrees. *shivers. and the temperature went even lower later in the day. later you'll know why =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="337" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008609.jpg" width="452" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"welcome to York"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the first stop was the cannot-be-missed York Designer Outlet. "&lt;strong&gt;Guilt-Free shopping mall&lt;/strong&gt;" is the name. it wasn't a good name though because i left the mall feeling still slightly guilty. i felt guitly for not pleasing my keen desire for the AIX jeans, CK belt, Nine West bag and Polo Ralph Lauren jacket. *heads down and sobs. i was consoled enough that we got something for my brothers back home and some small stuff for ourselves. the original price for the jeans was 89 pounds and it was selling at 44 pounds! super "dai" (worth it ) right? oh well... my mum doesn't print money here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the next stop was &lt;strong&gt;York City Centre&lt;/strong&gt;. A LOTTT OF WALKINGG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008612.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="392" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008612.jpg" width="543" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the-i-want-the-armani-jeans look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008616.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="484" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008616.jpg" width="393" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the city centre of York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went into some shops and in Miss Selfridge, my sis and i saw a pair of shoes and thought it was quite nice BUT she spotted it first. she tried it on and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li : Bi, nice arh?&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Not nice&lt;br /&gt;Li: Mun?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nice..&lt;br /&gt;Li: Bi?&lt;br /&gt;Ron: Not nice lar.&lt;br /&gt;Li: Then i don't buy lor.&lt;br /&gt;(She took off the shoes and put it aside)&lt;br /&gt;Me: You really don't wan right? I'm gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;Li: 0.o I'm gonna buy it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood changed completely. i wanted it as well but we already have 3 exactly same items.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even fake a smile the fact that she bought it because i said i was gonna buy it. later on, she noticed and she asked me to buy as well. *wheeee&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to wear in back in Malysia and she'll wear it here, so no conflict la right ? =)&lt;br /&gt;my sister is actually quite nice hor? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lesson is, either go shopping alone or shop with a guy friend =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was sitting at the park, it started to snow again. the snow was very visible to the eyes but not in the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="412" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008617.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you go to York, you cannot leave without trying the &lt;strong&gt;famous fudge&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008628.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="423" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008628.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the strawberry fudge. we also bought the double trouble chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="372" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008623.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the fudge kitchen. we missed the fudge-making demonstration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the &lt;strong&gt;York Minster&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;"York Minster is the second-largest Gothic cathera in northern Europe (behind Cologne Catheral) and is situated in the city of York in Northern England. It is the seat of the Archbishop of York (the second-highest office of the Church of England), and cathedral for the Diocese of York, and is run by a Dean and Chapter under the Dean of York. Its formal title is The Cathedral and Metropolitical Church of St Peter in York."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008635.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="491" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008635.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its like "wow"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 517px" height="636" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008638.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;simply admirable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="443" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008632.jpg" width="571" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;see why i said it got colder later in the day? &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;it snowed&lt;/span&gt;. my first time =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we walk and walk and saw the entrance to the &lt;strong&gt;City Wall&lt;/strong&gt;. we thought it was a great adventure so we decided to take a walk. walk walk walk and walk. "are we there yet?" was the question without answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A walk around York's city walls will take you through 1900 years of history. First built in Roman times, they have been added to and rebuilt over time so that different parts date from different centuries. As such, they tell the important and fascinating history of York. And as King George VI once said, "The history of York is the history of England." York's city walls are among the longest and best-preserved walls in England. They are a scheduled ancient monument and a Grade One listed building. The walls are visited by over one million people from all over the world every year."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first photo of the three of us. a kind man asked if we would like him to take a photo for us when he saw us taking photo two by two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008652.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="463" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008652.jpg" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008654.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="447" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008654.jpg" width="579" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22032008656.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 551px" height="660" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/22032008656.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finally, we came to the end of the city walls. we didn't exactly walked the whole thing because it was "broken".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we saw the &lt;strong&gt;York eye&lt;/strong&gt; but din't manage to take a photo because, its too far away and it was time to go to the train station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we left York at 7.50pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wrote half of this entry half yesterday and half today. so just take it as u're reading it on saturday alright. it was definately a fun day for me. we just walked around without any sense of direction and asked passerby when we felt lost. the people there were very kind. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23032008671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 494px" height="645" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/23032008671.jpg" width="335" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY EASTER DAY TO EVERYONE =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23032008672.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 466px" height="651" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/23032008672.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;woooopPpsssS! ; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-7646998426254418490?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/7646998426254418490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=7646998426254418490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/7646998426254418490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/7646998426254418490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-cannot-feel-my-legs.html' title='day trip to York'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1729681466852585983</id><published>2008-03-19T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:00:07.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;picking up stones from the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;got some lousy jewelry from playing some game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;saw my aunt making love with her brother in law through a mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;quickly ran out from the room and shut the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;looked around for unoccupied toilet to bathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;saw my mum lying on the bed don't know doing what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;looked around and realised i was in my hometown, a single-storied house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;panic all of the sudden wondering what am i doing in my hometown when i have a test the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;saw my formal clothes hanging on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;while i was waiting for the toilet, this old lady came to me and talked to me about something i have forgotten and offered me 'asam'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;during our conversation, a lady was looking at us, trying to eavesdrop from 20 metres away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then i realised i had to rush back home to study and excused myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i ended up not bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i left the house and there was a huge maze cum puzzle thingy i had to go through to leave the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i sat there looking at how people are passing through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;its either you go through successfully or you die there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then the old lady came to me again and she wanted to play a game with me and threw cutleries on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the spoon fell next to my foot and she said it means that in future, i'll be working overseas instead of my own home country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i ignored and ran away thinking how screwed i'm going to be for tomorrow's paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;they suddenly closed up the puzzle and i didn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;how should i go back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i didn't know why but i started to look for lift to go to the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i walked and walked and i realised i was in a mall and it somehow looked like sunway pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;o m g it is sunway pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;as i looked around, i saw familiar faces. daryl was talking to evonne chow and amanda foong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i tapped daryl's shoulder and said hi before i continued looking for lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then evonne and amanda appeared running in front of me so i ran along with them wondering why were they running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;we ran down the escalator then they stopped at the main entrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;not long after, this luxurious car stopped at the entrance and a male celebrity with long fringe and sunglasses came out from the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;girls were screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i walked off and continued looking for lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i found one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i walked in and closed the door but it didn't want to close and i realised i had not pressed any level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then i became afraid cause i didn't know which level to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;two men then came in and pressed a level so i thought i'll just follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;no idea why, there were 4 of us instead of 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;then it occured to me, i didn't have my freaking car key!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;must have left it in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;shit.. takkan want to patak balik after everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so i closed my eyes and started to think what should i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;when i opened my eyes, i saw myself in a room, myself still lying on the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was a dream, a weird dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;what a great relieve, i actually didn't have to take any test tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-1729681466852585983?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1729681466852585983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1729681466852585983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1729681466852585983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1729681466852585983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/03/picking-up-stones-from-drain.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4484051121366841454</id><published>2008-03-14T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:57:05.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i went into Quiz, this shop in Eldon Square today after being attracted by a dress on a mannequin. it was a black conservative dress on the front with a bareback! syiok! i likey : ) while searching for my size, i prayed for a size 6 cause normally they didn't have the size for the clothes i like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do not pray only when you need something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so they didn't have size 6 and i tried on size 8 but it was too loose : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the salesgirl said they didn't have size 6 and asked me to leave my number and that they would ring me up when their new order comes in. carrying a little hope, i left my sister's number and walked out of the store. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 minutes later, my sister called and she was informed by the salesgirl that they don't do size 6 for that particular dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I WAS SO DEPRESSED. my tiny little hope &lt;strong&gt;vanished&lt;/strong&gt; completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am SO buying the sunglasses from RiverIsland. hmpf.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways, yesterday i had a walk at the countryside in Alnwick and it was love at first sight. the scenery was beautifully spread, i thought i was looking at a painting. i've never seen such pretty and peaceful place before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just.... lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will definately buy a house and retire there. (if i have the money lah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pictures will be posted up when i get back to Malaysia aights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's all for now. tomorrow will be another ordinary day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-4484051121366841454?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4484051121366841454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4484051121366841454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4484051121366841454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4484051121366841454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-went-into-quiz-this-shop-in-eldon.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3470970360932084766</id><published>2008-02-29T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:48:27.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOST 10 POUNDS IN ASPERS CASINO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;WHERE CAN!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-3470970360932084766?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3470970360932084766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3470970360932084766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3470970360932084766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3470970360932084766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-lost-10-punds-in-aspers-casino-where.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1368399293685802847</id><published>2008-02-26T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T05:10:19.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't been this far from home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my years of independency have given me the bravery to travel alone. however, the journey to Newcastle was not as smooth as i thought it will be though i have been warned that the transit in Dubai is not going to be "fun". i hate the sight of people sleeping around in the airport killing time. i would pay a thousand bucks more than to have more than 5 hours of transit in Dubai. the people there sure did freak me out that i'm willing to burn a hole in my pocket than to have a longer transit. thankfully, there was a delay at KLIA, making my transit period shorter. i spent time walking around and when i finally found a place to sit, this stranger just had to sit beside me and start mumbling to himself. i quickly packed my stuff and made my way to Mc Donald's. i was rather inconsiderate because i just sat there without any food or drinks and people were carrying trays of food looking for seats. well, my feet were hurting so badly, my bums were stuck to the chair. If it wasn’t for Mc Donald's, i would have considered hiding in the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i arrived Newcastle airport, i was questioned by the immigration officer about my presence in Newcastle. i knew it was coming so i had answers well prepared. when i passed through safely, got hold of my luggage bags, stepped out without having my luggage invaded, i was definitely hallelujah-ing when i finally saw familiar faces; my sister and her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed straight to my mum’s workplace. my heart beat was not normal and was anxious the fact that i am finally meeting my mum after good 8 years of no physical touch. we hugged and she said i’ve changed a lot that she won’t be able to recognize me even if we coincidentally bum into each another.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as bad as i have expected it to be and surprise! i did not cry. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have finally learned that a mother's love is eternity. the first few days here, she already made me feel loved, something i've longed for for so many years. i have always wanted a family dinner, a family day a family trip but i have also always wanted myself to accept the fact that I can only dream of all this.&lt;br /&gt;the second night at Newcastle, while sleeping half way, with half closed eyes i saw my mum puling up my blanket up to my neck and covered my naked feet as well and soon after, i was sound asleep. the other night, i was coughing in my sleep and the next thing i know, my mum asked me to open my mouth and she quickly poured some cough syrup in and then again, i was sound asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll definitely miss this feeling when i get back to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week is gone without going out a lot. i went to the Gala Casino in Sunderland the other night and won 6 pounds playing blackjack. i wanted to win at least 50 pounds then I don't have to calculate much when i want to buy stuff but too bad. = ( 6 pounds is good enough though, can buy a ring. = ) i'm going to change for a later date for my flight back. one place i really want to go badly is Rome. i am not sure why but its probably because of the “triumph in the skies” canto series. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm at Sunderland now, spending a few days at Ronald's place. tonight i will be going back to Newcastle with my sister.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wednesday is an off day for my mum. three of us can spend some time ber-bonding =D&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/34907702-1368399293685802847?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1368399293685802847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1368399293685802847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1368399293685802847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1368399293685802847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2008/02/havent-been-this-far-from-home.html' title='haven&apos;t been this far from home'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3568095691727045557</id><published>2007-11-18T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:00.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>_ u _ _ _ r _ r</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rz8MgJ1uvSI/AAAAAAAAABk/dFQzTtvSKOE/s1600-h/G%C3%ACv%C3%A8+%C3%BC+my+h%C3%A8%C3%A4rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133835846762282274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rz8MgJ1uvSI/AAAAAAAAABk/dFQzTtvSKOE/s320/G%C3%ACv%C3%A8+%C3%BC+my+h%C3%A8%C3%A4rt.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you need so much of courage to give your whole heart unconditionally to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but have you ever wondered, what your other half will feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the truth is, she needs even more courage to accept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rz8MgJ1uvSI/AAAAAAAAABk/dFQzTtvSKOE/s1600-h/G%C3%ACv%C3%A8+%C3%BC+my+h%C3%A8%C3%A4rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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/34907702-3568095691727045557?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3568095691727045557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3568095691727045557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3568095691727045557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3568095691727045557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/11/u-r-r.html' title='_ u _ _ _ r _ r'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rz8MgJ1uvSI/AAAAAAAAABk/dFQzTtvSKOE/s72-c/G%C3%ACv%C3%A8+%C3%BC+my+h%C3%A8%C3%A4rt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3139560936306425334</id><published>2007-10-25T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:55:11.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let me stone, or .........................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why is time passing by so slowly? it has only been three days and the feeling inside is gradually killing me. could it be i’ve taken the wrong step? i’ve always believed that time will heal but how it is going to cure the pain within me this time? one year? 5 years? or just 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought it was going to be easy, to let go something i’ve been holding on so tight. loosening may be easy but letting go is a definite challenge. if I have a choice, i rather lose this challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to know what i really want. i’ve lost faith in the trust i have for myself. everytime i look into the mirror, all i can see is a fool, a fool lying to herself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i loathe this feeling. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just so you know, the sky was crying over shattered&lt;strong&gt; hearts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-3139560936306425334?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3139560936306425334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3139560936306425334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3139560936306425334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3139560936306425334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-let-me-stone-or.html' title='don&apos;t let me stone, or .........................'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-441490657796389409</id><published>2007-10-12T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:01.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>madigras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rw9aVfB8y3I/AAAAAAAAABU/V50mYdb4ea0/s1600-h/CIMG1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120410626496973682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="307" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rw9aVfB8y3I/AAAAAAAAABU/V50mYdb4ea0/s320/CIMG1221.JPG" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hold your jaws! yes i cut my hair and don't ask me why cause i won't know how to answer. i only know i have to make sure i'm satisfied with my appearance before i leave for Madigras. no idea how many times i try to style my hair making the ends stand but failed. the person who can accept changes and still stand confidently is the one to admire. until now, i still cannot accept my new look. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u might think its fine because its just this angle that looks alright.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday wasn't great but it was surely fun. even the suckiest place can turn the ambiance to a great night just by having your closed ones around you. don't get me wrong, i'm not saying Madigras sucks. instead, it was quite okay. the music they played was not bad actually. some bringing back old memories and some just got us jumping. the dj kinda suck though. he really should cut down the amount of interruptions. i have to say i enjoyed myself yesterday. cheers to the black label bottle and cheers to the tequilla pops. i used to drink to drown sorrow, be emotional and end up tearing but yesterday night, it was of happy occasion. i'm actually quite blessed with the companies i spent the night with yesterday. thank you. YMCA? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rw9ZifB8y2I/AAAAAAAAABM/PhYDnKLgi3E/s1600-h/CIMG1225.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120409750323645282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rw9ZifB8y2I/AAAAAAAAABM/PhYDnKLgi3E/s320/CIMG1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chui, mel and june&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."- Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rw9gbfB8y4I/AAAAAAAAABc/WWPhFJ5Axqw/s1600-h/CIMG1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120417326645955458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/Rw9gbfB8y4I/AAAAAAAAABc/WWPhFJ5Axqw/s320/CIMG1233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phei and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Life is partly what we make it, and partly what is made by the friends whom we choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." - Tehyi Hsieh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there, i bumped into two hot celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;i shall present to you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 353px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="492" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1242.jpg" width="706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mel, the popstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="574" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1243.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and phei, the pornstar&lt;/strong&gt;.. lol j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="529" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1253.jpg" width="563" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shal and william&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't remember how we happened to meet each other. I don't remember who got along with whom first. All I can remember is all of us together...always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="491" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1249.jpg" width="404" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;william and i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 265px" height="487" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1262.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neveen and i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="490" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1275.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shal and phei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A friend is someone who is there for you when he'd rather be anywhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." - Len Wein - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="537" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1259.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;june and i&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with the roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."- Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="527" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1255.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chui, shal and mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."- Ralph Waldo Emerson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="513" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1254.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tequilla pops!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 255px" height="477" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1234.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chui, june, shal and daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." - Charles Caleb Colton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="521" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1270.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shal and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do not save your loving speeches.&lt;br /&gt;For your friends till they are dead.&lt;br /&gt;Do not write them on their tombstones,&lt;br /&gt;Speak them rather now instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.- Anna Cummins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 414px" height="693" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1279.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;daryl and i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happiness is time spent with a friend and looking foward to sharing time with them again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."- Lee Wilkinson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 273px" height="486" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1271.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chui, shal, will, phei, mel, june and daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Money might make you wealthy, but friends makes you rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." -Irma Berbis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 352px; HEIGHT: 271px" height="536" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1240.jpg" width="384" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls of the night (june, mel, chui, phei and shal)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We cannot tell the precise moment when a friendshipt is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, There is at last one drop that makes it run over. So in a series of kindness there is at last one drop that makes the heart run over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;" Sent by Collen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 354px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="554" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1282.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and again..&lt;br /&gt;there's another shot similar to this but i present this one instead of the other because i realised that shal's hand was on phei's stomache on the other picture. shal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 276px" height="507" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1306.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chui, shal, daryl and xm at ming tien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My friends are my estate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."- Emily Dickinson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 290px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="712" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1285.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i love carlsberggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="499" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG1305.jpg" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;teh-o-berg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." -The Wonder Years &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/34907702-441490657796389409?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/441490657796389409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=441490657796389409&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/441490657796389409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/441490657796389409'/><link rel='alternate' 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title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-6943291259778723601</id><published>2007-10-08T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:02.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm soooOOoooo hungry and my dad's cooking is making my legs weak! i'm having chinese+western food tonight and its the cheeeese sausages that are making me wobbly. that's why i'm here, settled down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had a super long weekend and to be back home now, i still can't believe that the funeral has came to an end. how death makes people apart has made me realised that i haven't done much to pay off everything my parents have showered upon me. i'm never asking too much from them, neither do they expect too highly on me. i haven't learnt much from my dad, the fact that he's saving so hard to feed the family and i, on the other hand, spent 400 bucks in the airport. wtf ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the arrival ar the JB airport, i was already feeling butterflies in my stomach what more when i first stepped into the house at Layang. most of them still recognised me and i was known as 'fong fah(mum's name)'s youngest daughter'. i felt like i was in a foreign place with familiar faces and the anxiety which somehow was flowing through my blood made me forget to greet my grandfather. how possible? be in my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i feel that i have drifted apart from my loved ones back home, having to stay in a place of people i hardly know anymore despite having the same blood flow in our bodies. i sobb quietly when i got scared being under the same roof with familiar yet unknown faces. i am only able to sit there staring blankly at the furnitures which are still fresh in my memories and before i know it, tears filled up my eyes. i feel hopeless as though i cannot adapt easily to new surroundings. i shake my thoughts away by typing this on my handphone cause i know i cannot look weak in their eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was the favourite niece of my youngest uncle back then, perhaps i've grown to need not have his love anymore or what looks more like it is that he has his own family now. i still have the musicbox he gave to me. i've always preferred my maternal family because they definately made me feel like i belonged in the family compared to my paternal family. my paternal grandmother loathed me since young but now it has been better. at this very moment, i don't think i belong here(back in hometown).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on the other hand, i'm glad that i came back to give my last respect representing my whole family. i don't mean to be rude, but now, i just hope to be stucked in one corner with my harry potter book."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(written on the first day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second day &amp;amp; third day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too occupied to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;to summarize all, i had to wake up early and sleep late. you need to queue up to use the bathroom. know why? there were almost 40 people living under the same roof during the funeral =/ its crazy, i know. the funeral lasted for the 5 days and the fifth day was the burial ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum's sublings better known as uncles are so... heartless. they all left quickly on the day 5th day as thought they are gonna miss a jackpot or something. i thought it will be quite thoughtful of them if they were to stay on another 2days to accompany their parents(my grandparents). but nah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived this morning and when i reached home, i was fucking fed up with the conditions of the house. the blanket put to wash on the day i left was still in the dirty clothes basket. the amount of dirty clothes were piling up high like a christmas trees. the floor not swept and mopped at all. the clothes i put to dry were still outside the house. they were probably having a good chat with the moon and stars that my siblings do not bother to collect them in. my sister's luggage from Prague still not cleared yet, she's crazy! her worn clothes are piling up in my room, expecting me to put them to wash when i come back. i'm super glad i bathed boy and dao dao before i left if not, boy's face will probably look as if somebody has painted it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was only away for 3 days!! i think my house will turn upside down if i'm away for a week plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some presentable pictures below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqHLfB8yxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cy8JhcpGRmI/s1600-h/CIMG0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119052557837978386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqHLfB8yxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cy8JhcpGRmI/s320/CIMG0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqI5PB8yyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HX7lCW3aGgk/s1600-h/CIMG0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119054443328621346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqI5PB8yyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HX7lCW3aGgk/s320/CIMG0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so puffy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqLDvB8y0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/x-C_3_VdeYg/s1600-h/CIMG0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119056822740503362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqLDvB8y0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/x-C_3_VdeYg/s320/CIMG0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;senai, johore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqKCvB8yzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yl_LcznAWEg/s1600-h/CIMG1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119055706049006386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqKCvB8yzI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yl_LcznAWEg/s320/CIMG1136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this is something to be shared. the dragons are shaped out of sand and also sprayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-6943291259778723601?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6943291259778723601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=6943291259778723601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6943291259778723601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6943291259778723601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9vdrDxc-6U/RwqHLfB8yxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Cy8JhcpGRmI/s72-c/CIMG0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4451188656215188790</id><published>2007-10-05T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T12:40:04.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my holidays is coming to an end already and i'll be spending this weekend in johore. i won't say my holidays was unproductive because i'm guessing the things done during my holidays were quite meaningful from spending the whole night yum char-ing to cleaning the house whole night till the sun rises. then, sleep the whole day =) mel, sleeping is the new cool huh? i think i'm cool then *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother will be going to singapore this weekend so tonight will be the last night seeing her before chinese new year. i'm having a mixture of feeling though there's not much of bond between us both. i just hope she could adapt to the new surroundings and live peacefully with my relatives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm sure there'll be a drastic change at home when she leaves in which i will not be able to imagine if some 'things' really happen. i know, life goes on. i don't quite bother much anymore even if everything falls apart, i know i'll still be standing on my own feet. the chinese saying "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;even if the sky falls, just take it as a blanket&lt;/span&gt;" =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when class commences, everything will be back to study life. no more late night yum char sessions, no more sleeping till the sun burn my ass, no more sleeping when people starts to go for their morning jog, no more drinking like there's no tomorrow. but, i'll make sure badminton goes on =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 more subjects till i graduate from diploma!! yahOOooOOo.. then 3 months holidays.. wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gotta start thinking how to spend my holidays already.. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, have u guys made a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;new year resolution&lt;/span&gt;? i know nowadays people don't believe in new year resolutions anymore because if u're determined to do something, why wait till new year? its true, that's why this year i didn't bother making any. however, i have mine already for next year just for simply. and if i break it, i'm gonna fcuking look down on myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;good night all.&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/34907702-4451188656215188790?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4451188656215188790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4451188656215188790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4451188656215188790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4451188656215188790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-about-time.html' title='its about time'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2765323618299839849</id><published>2007-09-25T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:05:31.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>girls are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt;. i feel &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2765323618299839849?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2765323618299839849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2765323618299839849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2765323618299839849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2765323618299839849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/09/girls-are-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1161233326849794105</id><published>2007-09-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:42:25.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;holiday has finally started and i'm not sure if my days have been productive. definately not for yesterday where i find myself awake at 5pm with the air cond still on and only able to sleep off at 4am. i knew this will not make my holiday a fruitful so here i am, awake at 7am and my day is all planned =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to summarize my finals, it wasn't as &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; as predicted. however, i think i pretty much screwed up my English paper by spending too much time at the first section and as a result, my essay part(letter) was short. short and sweet i hope. Managing Information System paper was difficult but i still managed to not leave any questions blank by crapping. on the other hand, Management Accounting paper was okayly fine. just that i lost marks for not reading one of the questions porperly. lastly, i had Business Law. i've never written so much in 3 hours in my life. i practically copied my notes and pasted on the examination booklet, which means everything is in the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago, my friends and i had a badminton session. although we wasted an hour, it was still fun to sweat it out.&lt;br /&gt;below are pictures from previous badminton session =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 347px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="486" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0210.jpg" width="596" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;already sweating...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 340px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="487" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0216.jpg" width="651" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;during break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="494" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0212.jpg" width="578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;smile melvin, smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 345px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="484" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0219.jpg" width="528" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;second serve, june (err maybe first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="467" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0215.jpg" width="503" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;go will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="453" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0214.jpg" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;??where's the shuttlecock??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="432" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/CIMG0221.jpg" width="367" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the girls all sweaty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOONCAKE FESTIVAL, ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAVE A GOOD DINNER AT HOME =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i'm not a very determined person after all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-1161233326849794105?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1161233326849794105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1161233326849794105&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1161233326849794105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1161233326849794105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/09/holiday.html' title='holiday! =)'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-776492453582442039</id><published>2007-09-14T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T04:16:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to play badminton =/&lt;/strong&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/34907702-776492453582442039?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/776492453582442039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=776492453582442039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/776492453582442039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/776492453582442039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-to-play-badminton.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-9214825381269563329</id><published>2007-09-04T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:19:14.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrr</title><content type='html'>hello all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its exam period,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undergoing a pretty high stress level,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not disturb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and will be back =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-9214825381269563329?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/9214825381269563329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=9214825381269563329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/9214825381269563329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/9214825381269563329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/09/grrr.html' title='grrr'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2791900375670920043</id><published>2007-08-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T06:40:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here you are =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"never try to hard because the best thing comes in the least expected way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of course, depending on each circumstances. say in studies, nobody on earth will say such phrase to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in my case, never try to hard looking in for something which you strongly believe it lies somewhere in the house. two days ago, i practically spent the whole freaking day looking for my passport after knowing missing passport is quite a serious problem and causes loadsa hassle like paying a visit to the balai and some sort. i was told in case of a missing passport, you might need to wait for 6 months to get it done and they might not give it to you if ermm..they don't like you. just kidding. i knew the police will ask me to search thoroughly first if i were to tell him i lost it in the house and it will probably not convince him if i say i've searched like hell as though i've lost my soul. believe it or not, i have a whole script in mind in lodging a report. i even thought of saying i had a spring clean few months back and might have thrown it away unintentionally. then again, lodging a false report is a crime isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went to the Pejabat Pendaftaran something something near my college to enquire what i should do for a missing passport. the longest to get it done is 3 months, as i was told. a huge relief for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than an hour ago my aunt asked me to look for my grandmother's IC in the drawers and there i found my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beloved long lost PASSPORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (somewhere in the end corner) both old and new &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;beams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; i couldn't even recognise the picture inside. i couldn't believe my eyes. i swear i've searched that blardy drawer for more than 3 times, at least. i jumped for joy, woke my bro up and waved at him the found passport. he couldn't be bothered less and continued his sleep. i ran downstairs and showed my dad and as expected he said "see i told you its definately somewhere in the house". -.- I also know la but don't know where mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy.. its not a big deal but you have no idea how depressed i was for the past few days. i couldn't study and eat. okay the latter is a lie =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very happy but i know this is not the kinda happiness that will last long. tomorrow will be back to the same routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i didn't get to find my grandma's IC&lt;br /&gt;0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2791900375670920043?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2791900375670920043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2791900375670920043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2791900375670920043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2791900375670920043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-you-are.html' title='here you are =)'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2214239375382860195</id><published>2007-08-12T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:45:44.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;people says there's a solution to every problem. and in that case, it means that there wouldn't be a dead end which brings/forces some people to suicidal. the darker side has most definately conquer them both mentally and physically. i've tried holding on a blade by my wrist long time ago and now that i think of it, i was stupid. i never understand why some people never get to see or even feel a spark of fire towards the end of their path. what made them choose such a harsh road? haven't they thought of how blissful they are compared to some people who have to eat grass to survive? what exactly are they facing which make them act such way, bringing an end to their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;put yourself in a situation. you said a few words which bring an end to your family, forcing your beloved to leave? basically, you said something wrong and at the same time hurtful. should have had a second thought before voicing out although it is indeed the truth. should have kept quiet if knew it might make him feel humiliated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;i practically "stabbed his heart".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;too late for sorries&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/34907702-2214239375382860195?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2214239375382860195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2214239375382860195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/08/people-says-theres-solution-to-every.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-6329312651668516459</id><published>2007-08-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:49:13.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what leads to last minute work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;backache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;headache, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not enough sleeeeeeeepppp!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;boon is going back to study again in a college he can never be more familiarized with that is the Inti College in Nilai. boon, wh and i were looking for houses for their stay while studying in Nilai and it took us 6 hours!!! Thankfully, they came into a decision by the end of the day. i got up at 7.30 this morning and had breakfast with boon and his mum before we headed to Nilai for 'open day'. when i look around the place, much memories came into my head. well, let's scrap that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after Nilai, boon, wh and i went to ikea to have a look at things for their new house. there, i got so many inspirations in decorating my room and all i need is a financial supporter. i'm sick of seeing the same mess everytime i enter my room. something has to be done during my coming semester break. somehow, this phrase sounds very familiar to me, as though i've said to myself over a hundred times but no actions were taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after ikea, we had dinner at Itallianese, The Curve and frankly, the food there isn't thatttt nice. maybe because at every visit, i order the same food inclusive of the dinner just now. then Shae-Ree bumped into us and she joined us for dinner. she's back from Manchester for about a month and will be staying for another 2 more months. dinner was quite a torture as we ordered too many and i was sooo full by the end of dinner. at first, we were planning to catch a movie before heading home but all three of us were so tired and too full for a movie so we headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just spent about 3 hours in completing my Business Law assignment and the worst thing is, i'm not even sure if its correct. there is one more step before handing in on wednesday which is finalisation. hopefully, there's only a few mistakes or completely mistake free. that would really make my day and the sacrifying of my sleep worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now, i'm gonna continue with Management Accounting assignment and go to bed as soon as i realised i've done my best. my brain is not functioning well and if i stay awake till my brothers wake up for school, i'll be awake for 24 hours. =S crazee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ciao....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-6329312651668516459?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6329312651668516459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=6329312651668516459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6329312651668516459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6329312651668516459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-leads-to-last-minute-work-backache.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2457736624121920374</id><published>2007-08-04T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:34:52.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking a lil far ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its either I strive hard or I regret later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm already thinking of my convocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pass?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Merit?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Distintion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/34907702-2457736624121920374?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2457736624121920374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2457736624121920374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2457736624121920374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2457736624121920374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/08/thinking-lil-far-ahead.html' title='thinking a lil far ahead'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-5987248653586708620</id><published>2007-08-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:31:49.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your story like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Friend A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's going on a bumpy road, low bumps in which I still manage to handle." No offence but I'm not sure how long this relationship will take her, the fact that she finds her other half immature and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Friend B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm driving on a one way straight where there' no where to turn, a path made exactly the width of a car that I can'even figure how to u-turn."It is as though his future relationship lies in the hand of the man in power but if he wishes, he can always decide to reverse his way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Friend C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going very slowly because the lamp posts are all spoiled and even my car lights are not working." She has to indeed be very careful as there might be a big hole ahead which she will fall hard if she's driving fast. However, if she were driving at 20km/hr, she may only incur a minor injury. She's hoping to see some light from behind that will guide her out from her darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Friend D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on a road of night market!"&lt;br /&gt;She"s single but I’m not sure of her availability. However I can be ascertained that she'll be contented to be surrounded by many close friends and having them is all she will ask for, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Friend E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Driving on a common road where there are common bumps for me to be aware of". She's occupied and surely there are some challenges awaiting her ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends claim I'm on a high way but the truth is, I'm driving on a path with several traffic lights which stop me for a moment or two by stepping on the break and have some thoughts. I guess there will be times when I’m too worn-out and decide to pull the hand break. And when I come across to a spoiled traffic light where cars will just zoom through, I will follow them but obviously, after taking a look to the left and right. Then, a friend asked "Your road got potholes or not?" Silly it may sound but I answered "Got, but I will avoid them." (They laughed when I answered =S ) It made me realized that I did not simply answer, because I do sleep through my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, going on a high way is not as good as it seems. You tend to go on a high speed and that you might not have noticed the view around you. Or you might be so unconscious that there's a car behind flashing you off from the fast lane. When you come to realize and give way to the car behind, do you think it’s too late to slow things down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's your story like ?&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/34907702-5987248653586708620?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/5987248653586708620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=5987248653586708620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/5987248653586708620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/5987248653586708620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-your-story-like.html' title='what&apos;s your story like?'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-779113402915463339</id><published>2007-07-31T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:50:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have no proper time management!!</title><content type='html'>English presentation (business article) - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Information System case study 2 (this is a crap subject) - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next week &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Accouting presentation (budgetary control) - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Law paper assignment (i prefer a test) - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;following week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;one more month till finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-779113402915463339?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/779113402915463339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=779113402915463339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/779113402915463339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/779113402915463339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-no-proper-time-management.html' title='i have no proper time management!!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-5765569946955072085</id><published>2007-07-29T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:37:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i'm back =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have finally shopped!! oOoohh satisfaction =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Firstly, I would like to apologise for my lack of blogging. If you know me well enough, you should be well known that my hype for blogging is always on and off. Hey! at least I don't close down and start back in few months time. Frankly, I've been way too busy with my college stuff and I've tried to blog but ended up erasing everything and watched tv. I can't blog anymore when there's no inspiration unlike last time, I used to write about anything and everything that happened in my life. I'm not that free anymore and there's not much of point for writing something unmeaningful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And to respond to the previous post, its basically my braces. =E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no surprise anymore since half of the world has seen me in braces and my new look(kinda). I just don't wish to leave the previous post hanging. And sorry no pictures at this moment but I promise that I will post up when I'm VERRYYY free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something weird happened to me yesterday. I almost got summoned by police for making an illegal u-turn and I got so emotional that I started tearing. Surely, it wasn't only because of that. It was already 11pm and the area around Sg. Wang and Times Square was so congested with cars that I got fed up and stressful. We were looking for our way back to Wangsa Maju and made a u-turn when we went into the wrong road. I was tailing my my friend's car and the police caught me but my friend. How lucky. After "getting rid" of the policemen, I started to sob and tears just flow down my cheeks. It was my first time crying in front of my collge friends and they were shocked but still tried to make me laugh and at the same time, calm me down. Then, I started sobbing and laughing simultaneously. Altough it was embarassing, I felt so much better expressing myself the way I'm used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had to let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got back my phone already! Its beautiful BUT boring. The repair wasn't cheap and I can't imagine how much it was going to cost if i didn't let a friend fix it. Maybe because I've used it for a year plus already,I feel that the phone is a bit 'sot kau'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something precious in my hands which is going to slip away soon. I can't tell when but if I don't hold tight of it, it might slip off when it has a chance to. What if I hold it on to tightly and break it with my bare hands? Perhaps I should learn to let it go so that it'll spread its wing and learn to fly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you... need freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really need to chill by the beach listening to music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-5765569946955072085?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/5765569946955072085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=5765569946955072085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/5765569946955072085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/5765569946955072085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/07/yes-im-back.html' title='yes i&apos;m back =)'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3403080294249576075</id><published>2007-06-26T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:22:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;guess what ??!!??!!&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/34907702-3403080294249576075?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3403080294249576075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3403080294249576075&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3403080294249576075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3403080294249576075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/06/e.html' title='=E'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-429612537094726407</id><published>2007-06-23T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T05:23:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the glass to slip off my hands unintentionally.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the pen to break while writing my notes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the fan to keep spinning even when the switch is off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a star to fall on my palm just by lifting my opened hand up the in air..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the moon to turn blue tonight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the fear in me to fade away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;everything to be alright again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm such a fool.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;nothing will be the same, ever again..i just know it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-429612537094726407?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/429612537094726407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=429612537094726407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/429612537094726407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/429612537094726407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/06/impossible.html' title='the impossible'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-6119279166547698441</id><published>2007-06-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:18:53.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just recovered from a headache and 'felt-like' fever. i could feel pain all over my body especially my joints. i got home at 6.30pm yesterday after driving for an hour plus journey back from college. the jam was so terrible because of the rain. i asked my tutor to let me go earlier when i started to feel more needles poking my head. the journey back was bad, cars were crawling, my eyes were shutting and my headache was kiling me. i took a shower once i reached home, changed into a new pair of clothes and told my dad to leave dinner for me as i needed to sleep right then. and i never got up after that until this morning at 8.30am. =) 14 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i supposed that's why i've recovered and all ready for any outing session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i collected my results yesterday too and if you're really not coming back to see me tonight, i'm gonna open it without you! but i know you'll come back :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Management Accounting is freaking me out and i can't even cope with the first chapter. i need some guidances and someone niceeee to enlighten me, if not i'll be stucked here and there which is the last thing i'll ask for =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;btw, i wonder why haven't my dentist call me? =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-6119279166547698441?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6119279166547698441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=6119279166547698441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6119279166547698441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6119279166547698441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-just-recovered-from-headache-and-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-6601603448818563655</id><published>2007-05-31T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T12:19:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i attended my sister's convocation few days ago and i couldn't help it but slept during the second half of the ceremony.can't blame me, i only slept at 7am that morning. it was such a torture knowing i still have to work after the convocation and all i wanted was just my bed and my bolster. a pillow will do good too. even ronald was sleeping pretty soundly. haha.. i wonder what did the audiences think of us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after everything ended which included my sister running around looking for friends to take picture, we quickly rushed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 378px" height="707" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN1993.jpg" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="502" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN1983.jpg" width="654" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting ready, i hurried to JW Marriot.&lt;br /&gt;working can be really tiring especially when u're asked to stand on heels for hours. not just tiring, it almost killed my backbone. i could feel the ache behind my back which disallowed me to stand straight and i was wearing one size smaller heels which practically tortured my poor feet. thank you for feeling bad and thank you for bringing me back my heels. i was working in JW Marriot where there was a wedding dinner held and i just had to serve Carlsberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Thursday night at Maison was pretty fun. there were Li, Ron, Ling and I and we opened a bottle of Dewar's. she's leaving to UK already and that night was probably the last night for 3 of us. li was so drunk, she puked outside the window on the whole journey back home. it was nasssstyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 258px" height="566" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN1978.jpg" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 261px" height="568" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN1943.jpg" width="438" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;class is starting tomorrow already and i'm free on mondays. =) the time table is pretty much screwed up. on thursdays i have 4 hours of break! and class starts at 10.30am on fridays =) ladies night anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="474" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/140920061536.jpg" width="800" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;errrr...sorry i'm just feeling the stress from college already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-6601603448818563655?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/6601603448818563655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=6601603448818563655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6601603448818563655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/6601603448818563655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-attended-my-sisters-convocation-few.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-9144149772741759634</id><published>2007-05-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:26:01.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't sleep!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't sleep i can't sleep!! .. i had a long day today, yet i can't sleep! i really dunno why but i think itz because i have too many thoughts in my mind that keeps me thinking from one thing to another ... super sigh.. i was so bored that i drew this, the thoughts that have been lingering in my mind.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 411px" height="580" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/mo.jpg" width="559" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-9144149772741759634?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/9144149772741759634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=9144149772741759634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/9144149772741759634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/9144149772741759634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-cant-sleep.html' title='i can&apos;t sleep!!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-964500927370560601</id><published>2007-05-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T05:33:30.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i almost finish my post on my &lt;strong&gt;first encounter with policemen&lt;/strong&gt; then i thought of not posting it. somehow, i find it inappropriate to post it online. it was quite funny maybe because they gave me a chance so wanna know more in details? ask me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-964500927370560601?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/964500927370560601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=964500927370560601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/964500927370560601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/964500927370560601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/05/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3253314285362199939</id><published>2007-05-09T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T12:11:06.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no goodbye kiss no goodbye hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my night didn't go as it was planned but i've tried hard enough to pretend nothing was wrong. my smiles were all faked, my "nothings" were all a lie but i made the decision myself to keep it all inside. no confession was needed, no confrontation was conducted. silly it might sound, but i want to keep it inside.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;crying is not gonna help anymore. i've learnt that it is my weakness to your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;thanks to the people who brought back my smile and you guys really did make me feel much better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i know i might cry in the middle of the night and what happened will be in my upfront thoughts when i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;but i guess.. i can still afford giving a second chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;all i can hope is that there's one day to come where you will fall in love with my smile again. : )&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/34907702-3253314285362199939?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3253314285362199939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3253314285362199939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3253314285362199939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3253314285362199939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-goodbye-kiss-no-goodbye-hug.html' title='no goodbye kiss no goodbye hug'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-3233945496371539218</id><published>2007-05-05T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T01:18:51.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was thinking do molecules in water really 'mengembang' when they got heat up? or they just move actively OR both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn.. where's my science book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-3233945496371539218?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/3233945496371539218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=3233945496371539218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3233945496371539218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/3233945496371539218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/05/wonders.html' title='wonders'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2211025639447007194</id><published>2007-05-03T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T00:42:10.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boring thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;holiday has started!! yeah!! yah sure yeah!.. but hell i'm doing nothing but rotting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this morning i was awaken by my dad and he asked me to go fix the car.."grrr" i thought but hey i can't go out if the car's not fixed so i dragged my bum to the toilet to wash my face. good morning snshine =) i haven't been waking up early these days because there's nothing to do but house chores. lately, i have a hard time to fall asleep and i have to roll around my single bed for at least an hour to enter dreamland. i guess the train is really taking too long (if u get what i mean) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i did find my way there after some guidances from my dad and i had to wait 2 blardy hours to get the car fixed. had to change the cover for the water tank cause itz leaking. you know how hot temperature will make molecules in water 'mengembang'? so right, the water is sipping out upwards (if u get what i mean, again). what is the word for 'mengembang' anyways? could someone please enlighten me =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i went to get back my car, the lady said the water pump bocor lar.. aiyoh.. and they don't fix it there.. aiyohyoh.. i was asked to go to foreman but the weather was too hot, sun blazing right on top of my head, so i got back home instead. i'll probably get it fixed later. probably... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have u ever heard of poeple going bankruptcy because of fixing car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i'll be the first..haha.. sorry, just cracking up a joke but i know its not working.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so anyways, i am really keen to work out! i need to exercise.. i need to play badminton.. WILLIAM!!!!! don't force me to play outside my house compound.. but i don't have racket la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to hit some co*ks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stay healthy people.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2211025639447007194?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2211025639447007194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2211025639447007194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2211025639447007194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2211025639447007194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/05/boring-thursday.html' title='boring thursday'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-822655142452294352</id><published>2007-04-26T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:37:43.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!</title><content type='html'>What are you afraid of? Don’t you even dare to say afraid of the sky falls. Have u tried living in fear almost everyday? Thinking about the same damn thing every morning and it keeps haunting you for the rest of the day? But when the day finally comes, it feels like somebody just lifts away the heavy burden off your shoulders and thank you is all you can reciprocate. But sometimes, some people just won’t take it as a lesson learnt and the exact same mistake gets all over their heads again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I pray only when a trouble gets into me and I don’t find myself holding my hands close, whispering thank you for the things I’ve been blessed. And I’m ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has finally come and thank you for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-822655142452294352?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/822655142452294352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=822655142452294352&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/822655142452294352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/822655142452294352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah.html' title='yeah!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-8136858910330476775</id><published>2007-04-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T06:24:54.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy go lucky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my dad is in a bad mood today ever since dinner as claimed by my sister. my dad reads newspaper in his room and he usually has newspaper piling up like mountain in his room. god knows what he was pissed at that he threw the whole load of newspaper down the staircase just a while ago. poor brother had to pick them up but serves him right. he should have knew bringing the newspaper down once in a while is his job =P on the other hand, i'm in a rather good mood, probably because i just woke up from sleeping. not just sleeping but sleeping on a rainy day =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had to drive back from college in a heavy rain, my vision was so blur and all i wanted was to reach home, safely. today is my last day of semester which means my finals is drawing nearer and nearer. thankfully, i only have one paper this sem and i know i have to do well. i don't get to share my past results with anyone, not my friends but once i got my results recently, i showed it to my dad. i was proud and surprised with my results hoping that i could share it with my family members and everyone i love. i wasn't sure if my dad was happy but i could somehow sense that he's proud of me. friends asked is if i failed and if i said no, i had good results, they'll probably thought i was showing off. so i just said no. i know i'm the kind of person who always want to win, be it a sports competition or academically. my mum gives me the inspiration and encourgement to prove to our relatives that we are not weak people and now my brothers are probably annoyed by me, always asking them to study. but i can't help it, i just want them to feel proud of themselves one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i'm thinking too much =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in half a month time, boon will be going to Kang to work and study at the same time. its sad that he'll be staying there but i have to say, i do miss the times we had when he was in Nilai. all i can hope is that he will excel in the things he's going to do there, work or study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't worry, i will understand : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm gonna join the KFC contest for a HOME MAKEOVER!! even if i have to eat a whole barrel of chicken!! pls la, give me ONLY drumstick!! ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-8136858910330476775?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/8136858910330476775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=8136858910330476775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/8136858910330476775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/8136858910330476775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-go-lucky.html' title='happy go lucky!!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-1167538606559534426</id><published>2007-04-12T04:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:50:56.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>who knows?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm so tired and i'm losing my patience.. i don't know what's my direction, hoping someone would write a list down for what i should do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"what did i do wrong" i asked. "what did i do wrong" was what u reciprocated. where is the root of our arguement? how did it all started? my house phone rang and i heard my name being called. could it be you? are u gonna make the first move? i ran down hoping that it was you but it wasn't you, the call wasn't even for me. i was just giving myself false hope. i knew you wouldn't call, you wouldn't make the first move anymore, oh so i thought. i want to make things right again but the greater part of my mind say no. i didn't cry this time but the damned tears just had to flow down when i was lying on my bed. i really didn't cry, not as bad as last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe if i was determined enough to buy you dim sum for breakfast this morning to make your day, things wouldn't have turned out so bad in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-1167538606559534426?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/1167538606559534426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=1167538606559534426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1167538606559534426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/1167538606559534426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-knows.html' title='who knows?'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-6449560885498882200</id><published>2007-04-10T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:29:50.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy results, a little impact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i'm so glad to have shared my moment of joy with you : )&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/34907702-6449560885498882200?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-7877730188346844450</id><published>2007-03-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T08:37:50.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my heart is beating... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't want to be seen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm getting all.... &lt;em&gt;drunk&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night ya all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-7877730188346844450?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/7877730188346844450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=7877730188346844450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/7877730188346844450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/7877730188346844450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-heart-is-beating.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-572531089409640168</id><published>2007-03-20T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:02:14.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A guy can never understand a girl's heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and maybe the other way round too...&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/34907702-572531089409640168?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/572531089409640168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=572531089409640168&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/572531089409640168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/572531089409640168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/03/guy-can-never-understand-girls-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4795978931337133760</id><published>2007-03-15T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:15:47.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to the car workshop to change 'black oil' for the engine and i got myself a brand new wiper. damn syiok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cleaned the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bathed boy . Then not long after, he went to play under the rain without me realising. I almost fainted !!  had to  dry him up again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bathed Dao Dao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tidy up the living room ( i swept, Siew Li mopped, thank God she was home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fold clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;very tiring but satisfying&lt;/span&gt;....be glad for those who don't have to do house chores&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-4795978931337133760?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4795978931337133760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4795978931337133760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4795978931337133760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4795978931337133760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-thursday.html' title='my thursday'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-2038225936449110518</id><published>2007-03-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:24:22.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;you know how people say do not count on the things you have sacrificed and that do not expect anything in return? because the more you think you've sacrificed, hoping that you'll get something back in return and when you realised nobody appreciates it, your heart would just shatter. how many times can a person's heart break anyways? as far as i could remember, i can't even count the number of times mine has broken. maybe because everytime a heart breaks there's always somebody to mend it or something might just pop up and plaster the cracks eventually. so was the surprise yesterday a bullshit to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i thought i would release the tense in you, but seems like i'm giving you a bad headache instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-2038225936449110518?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/2038225936449110518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=2038225936449110518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2038225936449110518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/2038225936449110518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-how-people-say-do-not-count-on.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-4459370952236093666</id><published>2007-03-09T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:20:10.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simply.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should be in One Utama now, at this very second with the rest but I chose to be at home. I tried to look at the brighter side, the fact that i would come out from La Senza empty handed and heartbroken. Yes, I'm broke. So, to those people who owe me money, please pay me back! =( the accounts haven't gone to bad debts right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester i only have 3 days of classes a week and it will be a 7-week semester. Assignments are piling up already and i really should get started. i guess i'm quite relieved since all assignments will be individual based which means no more group conflict!! yes i really really hate it. i remember there was one assignment during last sem where this group member of mine did not contribute anything at all but her pretty signature. i was more than pissed but i couldn't do much since she was the closest to me. Friend, just a simple apology will definately make me feel better. It doesn't matter how close we are, if you know you've done wrong, &lt;strong&gt;sorry is not the hardest word&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of Perhentian i wish to share with ya all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="485" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN0915.jpg" width="621" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Us looking at the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 302px" height="481" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN1118.jpg" width="565" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;during dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; HEIGHT: 448px" height="697" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN0948.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the sun set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="489" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/DSCN1037.jpg" width="611" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;two hands one heart&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/34907702-4459370952236093666?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/4459370952236093666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=4459370952236093666&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4459370952236093666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/4459370952236093666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/03/simply.html' title='simply.....'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-117171758862953150</id><published>2007-03-04T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T01:18:46.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fcked up cny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm feeling it already, the excitement for Chinese New Year i.e the shark fin soup as starter for dinner but it surely isn't all about the soup. family gathering and the only person who holds the family together is my grandmother. ang pow and this year, like every other year my grandmother's ang pow would be a lucky pick that is 1 rm200, 2 rm100, 3rm60 and the rest are rm20. i shall know how's my luck for this year in 2 hours time. decorated and welcoming house which i had put in loadsa effort &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;! i doubt the pussy willow will blossom by tomorrow the fact that we bought it quite late and that we're using water instead of ice. well, if only we had a bigger vase =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi~ bi~'s back to his hometown, Segamat in Johore and i'm missing him already. *sad&lt;br /&gt;we meet each another everyday since we got together excluding some exceptional days which accumulate to less than a week. =( i'm sure he misses me badly as well.. wakakaka...&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for you to be back, bi~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During CNY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as some already know, i'm not very keen in gambling anymore but then again, chinese new year wouldn't be the same without gambling so i just play along. we used to play with coins but now syillings are "prohibited", even my brothers are betting with 10 bucks on black jack. kids nowadays also know the term high risk, high return =.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poh yee left for australia yesterday and yes i cried. i make your life easier, you don't have to go around and ask who cried that day. i'm sick of KLIA already and i still remember the day i left for National Service. when i first step into KLIA i was like "ohhh and ahhhh" but now, itz like "here again" the fact that we park at the same parking lot and use the same escalator everytime we send somebody off. and as it is, i would always think "when's my turn?"&lt;br /&gt;poh yee, i'm glad i'm one of the people you would confide in but all we can give u are just advises and guidances. i'm sure you're expecting something ahead of you, be it bad or good as long as you believe in the path you've chosen, there shouldn't be any remorse.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i missed out saying to you when we embraced, "Let you be proud of yourself"&lt;br /&gt;we're your bunch of supportive friends! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't care much anymore when i finally realised how important am i to my friends. i might not be all right but guess what, you all really hurt me. when i could actually feel invisible for few seconds, it was a stab right through my heart. who am i to you all? i don't care if you all don't know how to adjust to changes, but oh please at least, respect me and my friends. i'm sorry but i'm not sure if sorry can really heal the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not good enough for you? i've done all i could and if you really expect more from me, a thank you or appreciation will do good. maybe i haven't put in my best to take care of you but i'm not sure what else i could do. i'm sorry babe i'm crying again but the tears flow down without a damn warning. i hope i could erase some part of the conversation for it affects me so much. don't call me crazy, but you've changed. i used to be excited when a message pop up and it's from you but nowadays, none of them is significant. you assure me your love but i couldn't sense it already unless we embrace. call me senso or whatever, this feeling is conquering me and i'm going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;written randomly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-117171758862953150?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/117171758862953150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=117171758862953150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/117171758862953150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/117171758862953150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-feeling-it-already-excitement-for.html' title='fcked up cny'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-117008340603482757</id><published>2007-01-29T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T07:30:52.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its funny how I used to tell a friend of mine to keep her relationship problems away from studies, don't let them distract her and now I'm facing such problem. I usually study during midnight where I could hear pin drops and when I'm distracted, I find it ridiculous talking to myself, telling myself to concentrate and not to worry so much and that tomorrow the sun will shine for me again. But the fact is, I can't concentrate no more until he makes me feel relieve again. However, I doubt he realizes I’m in torment. I gave myself excuses to take a day break to go out with my friends just to relax and pull myself away from distraction. Apart of me feels bad, for I might not be able to finish the syllabus but another part makes me feel lighter. Thanks, ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wishes from several friends which I thought were encouragements to study harder and it did somehow boast up my energy but I wanted the words to be from you. I wanted you to give me confidence, and to push me all the way. I wanted you to buy me Nescafe to awaken me, I wanted you to send words of encouragement in the middle of the night, I wanted you to buy me supper for surprises, I wanted you to not give up on me and most importantly I wanted you to make me realized why am I studying for. Now, i don't need anything already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words hurt, call me useless, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should stop acting like I needed encouragements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're wrong.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUY ME 10 LOLLYPOPS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-117008340603482757?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/117008340603482757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=117008340603482757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/117008340603482757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/117008340603482757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-funny-how-i-used-to-tell-friend-of.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116958771750647610</id><published>2007-01-24T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:30:23.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come back to me =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 427px; HEIGHT: 259px" height="484" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/230120072297.jpg" width="619" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;basically, the calculator is helping me to announce my situation for finals exam to the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 428px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="438" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/240120072325.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my art work, discovered during break from so-called revising&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I DELETED A WHOLE LOAD OF PICTURES ACCIDENTALLY!!!! &lt;strong&gt;MGCHiiiii !!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; depressing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so what if i said the previous post was my last post? I AM VERY ANGRY and there's no one to express to so i &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to blog.. actually i think i'm very stupid.. &lt;strong&gt;GRRRR!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm waiting for my bro to wake up for school and be their driver so at the meantime, i shall mourn over my gone pictures.. i want want want want want my pictures back.. how??&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/34907702-116958771750647610?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116958771750647610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116958771750647610&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116958771750647610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116958771750647610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-back-to-me.html' title='come back to me =('/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116947849561358431</id><published>2007-01-22T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:08:15.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was only 7.15am and the sky was already as bright as the pathway to heaven. Just as I thought I remembered about the pagoda decorated with red lightings as we were heading down from the top of Genting to Awana in the skyway cable car and recalled mentioning something bout heading to hell and friends were shush-ing me in return . I was driving to college this morning and realized this week would be my last week of classes before finals. Damn I hate the thoughts of it. As I have mentioned before, this semester passed by rather quickly and it is as well the toughest semester ever. My first paper is on next Friday and I'm not done with my revision at all, realizing that my absorption level has dropped dramatically. The facts that I have captured in my brain are fading away slowly. As I wonder, I could be failing one or two subjects this semester. Haven't I put enough effort? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't go out anymore so don't bother calling me for any yum char session or shopping unless, Steven's corner or Seri Petaling's mamak is at favor. My modem kong-ed already and I'm typing this post without knowing when exactly I'll be posting it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;June's birthday was a fab. I've always fancied house party having all friends gathering in the house, hopefully having a great time since I obviously can't entertain all.Thanks for the party June and damn I missed those pasta shells!! hmpF.. but hey, the chicken wing was real tasty! =)I was feeling a lil tipsy that night and I missed the feeling of it. It'like just right, not too much to feel dizzy, not too little to crave for more. The great thing is having friends to laugh with while you'e &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. Drinking is best with good company. June, I hope you had a good time that night and that you'll love the present we, Shal, Caryn, Phei and I bought for you. Gotta let us see it alright cause I haven't seen how the miracle works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the other hand, I had another dinner to attend two days after which was Boon's heng dai, Wooi Haw's birthday. We bought him pieces of cakes from secret recipe which round up into a whole cake and it was lovely. We all got to taste different flavors at the same time but I think quarter of it were smashed at each another's face. WH, I realized you didn't quite make a wish for yourself that night. Not like you will ever read this but I sure hope that you enjoyed yourself that night and as the cake say “once brother's forever brothers” Somehow I realized there are little similarities between BN and 34 =)  last but not least just want to let you know that I really do cherish everything that you have done for Boon and I. Thanks, bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything was in a mess. Didn't know what to study, where to start.I woke up at 6.45am all prepared for class which I assumed was starting at 8am. Manertau, my first class for Wednesday was at 2pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disappoint-&lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bi~ assured me his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are people leaving the house to work extra early nowadays? By 7.30am, the traffic was already building up and those fcukers who caused accident are real bastard I tell you. But I have to admit I took a few glimpses on the conditions and I didn't purposely break to see okay, I break because the car in front break. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw a lot of sleepy heads when I first entered the lecture hall and so it reminded me on my own reflection from the mirror I saw in the morning. Basically, I looked like a ghost. I'm in need of energy-boast!Everything went pretty smoothly despite the car's tremor which scared the hell out of me. I thought I would have to leave the car in college but thankfully I had Bi~ to calm me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here you go my last post before finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CROSSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movies &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CROSSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Television &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HALF CROSSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Online &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CROSSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yum char? Perhaps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See ya all soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i would usually smack those who say they are tired of life, but now i realised how tired am i of my life. i know, hope it will get better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116947849561358431?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116947849561358431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116947849561358431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116947849561358431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116947849561358431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/01/monday-it-was-only-7.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116802289839586000</id><published>2007-01-06T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T10:51:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;For me, 2006 has passed by rather swiftly. I have to admit shyly that I haven't done any significance for the whole 2006 except for gaining Boon. Basically, my 2006 revolves around a typical college life. I don’t know if I’ve grown a bit but I sure do have matured in relationships, be it friendships or with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Boon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with the quotes from Shal's site. Growing up do suck and as we step a year ahead, it seems like there are more responsibilities waiting for us to uphold. I have always wondered what my life will be like in the next few years or perhaps in ten years time. Will my career be successful and that it is related to my course now? Or would I end up being a clerk for the rest of my life? That would be quite saddening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last year, I have lost touch with quite some friends and I really hope they would understand my complexity. It is really not easy to make up to everyone you know and just to let BN knows, you guys are the people I would never trade anything for. High school life shall be reminisced and kept in memory as long as lives lead on. I strongly believe that our friendships bond are strong enough to keep us together despite distance, those who are abroad and going abroad. Every meets will end with goodbyes but as long as it is all in the hearts, we sure will cherish one another no matter how distance will soon pull us apart, right? Having Poh Yee and Caryn to leave on February will really be a downpour for the rest here. I guess we have all adapted with departures huh? Let's make study our first priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sure most of us believe in Karma. Treating people the way you want to be treated. How many people you know who has pure charisma? We bitch about people, we curse when we see a driver go nuts, we ignore those weak, we never have enough of live, always wanting something more, we procrastinate, we assume we are not good enough and tend to always compare.&lt;br /&gt;Look into the mirror and &lt;em&gt;you know yourself best&lt;/em&gt;. Gaze into your eyes of reflection and think hard whether you have done your part in whichever way. We struggle to not give a damn about what other people say bout us but words could be so poisonous especially from beloveds. Treat your friends the way you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To the person who came into my life and got &lt;em&gt;stuck&lt;/em&gt; in a relationship with me =P,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the year 2006 and I must say that 2006 would be much lonelier without you. There might be some things you haven't noticed and i want to let you know that you have touched me with every little thing you do. The first few months were so hard for the both of us and we are sure glad we have made it through. Thank you for not giving up on me. I can still anticipate the next few days for us but in years time, we might be miles apart. Whatever lies ahead, you have already owned a territory in my heart, therefore let’s just adjust to what we have in store for future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Bi~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It suddenly strikes my mind about death. My one and only New Year resolution would be a body check out and to drivers on the road, specifying to my friends, drive safely because every time we drive, we are practically putting &lt;em&gt;our lives in our hands&lt;/em&gt;. There might be some other sohai who drives like mad so please don't be a sohai la k?&lt;br /&gt;It feels silly how I actually wanted to cut my wrist over some stupid things long long time ago. This year, I promise to appreciate live better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the hero I respect most, thank you for putting in so much in saving this family. Without you, I simply cannot imagine how my life would be. Over the past 6 years, I know it has been tough for you to keep this family in shape and nobody would understand how much you've suffered. Dad, you will never know how blissful I feel every night when you get ready dinner all by yourself for us and grandma. I know how much you like it when we praise on your new recipe. =) I still remember the one time you called me during National Service asking how I was doing and those tears which flew down my cheeks from warmth. I love you from the bottom of my heart and how I wish I could tell you all these. You know whenever you smile or laugh out loud I would feel tremendously happy? I had tears in my eyes bringing in the chinese 'sau pau' for you on your birthday. You said you were sick of birthday cake and it was all worth it when we came out with the brilliant idea by buying the 'sau pau' because the smile carved on your face was sure satisfying. You are the one I love most and there are harsh things you said which cause me weeping in the toilet. Nevertheless, I still respect and love you dearly. I wish I could hug you tight letting you know that I am so proud to be your daughter. I don't want to regret one day. I am very afraid. If I have a genie on hand, I swear I would wish for your &lt;strong&gt;longevity&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last but not least, to those whom I have influenced directly or indirectly, I'm very sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's toss for a fantastic 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116802289839586000?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116802289839586000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116802289839586000&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116802289839586000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116802289839586000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007.html' title='2007'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116685144217420888</id><published>2006-12-23T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:25:17.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa is in town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; E&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;have a splendid one with your loved ones =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116685144217420888?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116685144217420888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116685144217420888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116685144217420888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116685144217420888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-is-in-town.html' title='Santa is in town!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116556941112495383</id><published>2006-12-08T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T01:16:51.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today i only had one test instead of two and you know what? i was more than delighted when the course rep broke the news. I studied the right subject even before we knew bout the postponement due to some techincal error in computer lab but still, i didn't do promisingly for the test held today. we had 20 multiple choice questions and there were a few same questions. "it this a trick or what?" i thought while looking cautiously whilst spot for differences. i brushed off my suspicion when the tutor affirmed that they are the same questions, same answer. she said itz bonus questions but what if we got it wrong, both also wrong &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;? kononla, bonus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually the point of this post is to share with you guys that what i've hoped for, came &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need: more time!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and there.. the test is cancelled and i can revised again over the weekend, hopefully can fight for better result! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116556941112495383?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116556941112495383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116556941112495383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116556941112495383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116556941112495383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you.html' title='thank you!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116534849573661708</id><published>2006-12-06T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:02:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;F*ck i just dumped my notes aside to blog. My brain didn't register to blog, my itchy hands did the work. okay fine, i'm lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;by seeing how bright the moon is tonight, i realise how much i miss langkawi, really miss the sight of galaxy of stars. twinkling right above our heads as though they are performing for us. how come i don't see stars here anymore? *sad* i wanna go back to langkawi though the beach there is not comparable to redang or whatsoever, the night breeze is still ever fresh and cooling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;damn it. the thoughts that i'll have 2 tests on this coming friday just spoil the whole mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;br&gt;damn it. damn it. damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;how am i to survive this semester? i really have to buck up and cut down on outings and dates. besides being able to concentrate more, i'll be able to cut down on my expenses as well. but i just can't resist larh~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;i don't know how come this year i have so many lessons on not to envy other people and start to appreciate what you've been blessed already. itz like one coming after another. but when i see people with loadsa shopping bags, i feel damn depressed cause i'm always empty handed. besides that, i hope i could join my friends to singapore because having to know that they are going shopping there makes me jealous again =S i want to buy nice nice tops and stunning heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;i guess the "lesson" is yet to be learned. it takes time, right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to save money to go holiday!!&lt;br&gt;I want to go erm, CHINA!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I shall finish this first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T A G G E D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer ONE : On the Outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Name: Ho Chui Mun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Birth Date: 29th November 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Current Status: In a relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eye color: Dark Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hair Color: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer TWO : On the inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Fears: COCKROACHES &amp;amp; BUGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Weaknesses: waking up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...........................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your thoughts first waking up: Damn it, class again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your Bedtime: 1 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your most missed memory: Family dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer FOUR : Your Pick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Single or group dates: Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lipton tea or Nestea: Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: Depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer FIVE : Do you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smoke: You guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Curse: Diu..need you even ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer SIX : In the Past Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gone to the mall: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been on stage: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eaten sushi: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dyed your hair: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Played a stripping game: Yes, but instead of stripping clothes, we stripped accessories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: I hope I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer EIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Age you're hoping to be married : 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best eye colour: Not bothered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best hair colour: Blonde, just kidding..Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Short or long hair: Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer TEN: What Were You Doing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 minute ago: Breathing hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 hour ago: Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.5 hours ago: Yum Char at petaling Maju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 month ago: I need to look at my diary first=S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 year ago: I DON'T KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love: family dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate: departures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hide: my new clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss: my mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need: more time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.............................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Layer TWELVE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tag Five People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Itz okay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;After blogging, i realised that half of what i've studied has gone away with the night breeze..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;time for goodnight kisses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASMINE GONG!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116534849573661708?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116534849573661708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116534849573661708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116534849573661708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116534849573661708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/12/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116496119212226074</id><published>2006-12-03T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T17:58:22.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bi~ was with me when it strikes 12 o'clock sharp and we both just finished watching a movie, Heavenly Mission(canto). I sneaked in Mc D into the cinema ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go college on my birthday and I've never really tried it during high school since it was usually a holiday. I got wishes and excused to leave early too. Supposedly class ends at 6pm but i left about 5pm, hoping that i won't stuck too long in the traffic. i reached home by 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadi yada yadi yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i first reached i could already hear jasmine screaming over a dead rat at the restaurant and her scream was sure recognisable. =) we had 6 dishes and 1 sup and whether the food was delicious or not, don't ask. i think it was not too bad but i just don't really remember tasting any of the food. no appetite? or some emo faces brought my mood right down? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes. sure i did try to understand and try hard not to be affected but what you expect la? i almost cried when i make a wish and even have forgotten what i wished for. anyways, i'm sorry for those who didn't do well for their exams. after finishing the food and suggested to go home, they surprised me with a cake! and it was really surprise surprise!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you guys for the cake, presents and presences!!! thank you thank you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="518" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062075.jpg" width="650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fish is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="474" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062078.jpg" width="611" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the hyper and active ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 274px" height="492" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062074.jpg" width="608" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but became, somewhat shy when faced camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 269px" height="510" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062072.jpg" width="564" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sane and helpful ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="497" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062082.jpg" width="605" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sweet couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="503" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062080.jpg" width="608" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the all night emo face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 409px; HEIGHT: 275px" height="488" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062081.jpg" width="632" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dish expert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="493" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062077.jpg" width="609" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the pregnant =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 432px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="478" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/chui.jpg" width="608" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lastly, the groupiE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after that, i went home to put the cake into the fridge, pee-ed then hurry for another round of celebration but this time with Bi~s' friends at the same place, different table. the next table only la =P perhaps because they were all happily hungry and with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="683" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062085.jpg" width="495" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;errrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="712" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062087.jpg" width="524" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i meant this =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a better ambiance ...but as usual guys are guys and since i was the only girl, i started to feel bored and what can a girl do when she's bored? yes, cam whore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 248px" height="573" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062092.jpg" width="417" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm a lil bloat in the sea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="568" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062097.jpg" width="424" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by looking down i could see starts too ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i look at the time and it was 10 minutes to 12am where the date will also change to 30112006. sad. Bi~ pulled me to 7 eleven claiming that he wanted to get some food. when we got back to the restaurant, they were already half way singing birthday song for me with my fav, chez choc! it was a surprised but i could already smell something fishy before that. bi~ went around 7 eleven, walked back to the counter just to get orange mentos =.= this time, i made a clear wish.&lt;br /&gt;kenneth, thanks for being there before 12am, i know u speed your way here and the present! its really cool!!...thanks poh yee for me alright!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i've received few more presents i.e from BN+ BN guys+yee lyn, from 12 college mates, the 34 gang and the most precious Bi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 404px; HEIGHT: 289px" height="521" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/301120062136.jpg" width="664" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes, i arranged them =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 329px; HEIGHT: 404px" height="701" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/301120062118-001.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the story behind this bouquet of flowers,&lt;br /&gt;i got this from a delievery and had no idea who would send me a delievery. the delivery person called and said he got a delivery for me and i never once thought of flowers but i knew it was for my birthday since i received it on the exact day. he addressed me as joanne and i thought it shouldn't be Bi~ and my mind started to play itself. as i heard my dog barking, the delivery man was already walking into the house, with my dad in the living room and it onlu took a moment to hear my dad calling for me. i was surprised and was practically over the moon when the card said "love, your bi~ bi~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 279px" height="530" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/301120062132.jpg" width="657" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;say with me "awwwwwww...."&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful and it was my first time receiving flowers through delivery. i heard bi~ really put his heart into buying me the flower =) so happy... so pretty hor?...! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: it was my first time receiving flowers from him and also his first time to buy flowers ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you don't always get &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; thing, you'll appreciate it more when you get it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad had this for his birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/261120062028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the chinese "sau pau"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i had these.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="511" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062076.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From BN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="517" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/301120062116.jpg" width="626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From 34&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THANKS ALL OF YOU GUYS FOR EVERYTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you bi~ for being with me on my birthday and for all your love! i'm really happy and now i know how blissfulness tastes like!&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sek sek&lt;/span&gt; you! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 412px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="495" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/291120062067.jpg" width="629" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the bald and precious one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116496119212226074?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116496119212226074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116496119212226074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116496119212226074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116496119212226074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116411018434228267</id><published>2006-12-01T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:04:46.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;i remember promising bi~ that when he graduates from his ADP(american degree programme), i would fly over to attend his convocation. However, his ADP didn't quite work out and i never thought that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Times Academy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;would have a convocation as well. I mean who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;would have guessed la? you learn all praticals on cars having in touch with engine and black oil then wear the 'graduate suite' thingy looking all smart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(can somebody tell me what do u call that suite thingy, specifically?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last last Sunday was the Convocation held at Putrajaya International Convention Center 0.o and I almost failed to attend. =( Nonetheless, i drove my way there by depending on the sign boards and a lil direction from bi~, and i got there just on time, didn't have to wait long for the appearance of Y.B Dato Fong Chan Onn, Minister of Malaysia Human Resources to "merasmikan" the ceremony. I was seated at the third last row though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Surprisingly, the ceremony was held at a rather grand hall and it was pretty cool as it was my first time for convocations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hundred of names were announced and i only pay attention when i saw bi~'s batch got ready to go on stage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Bi~ looked really smart and "cute"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When i made my grand appearance and first saw bi~, i thought i have fallen in love once again.. *laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've got my evidence!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only recently i realised my phone's camera has this extended zoom feature..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 331px" height="514" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/191120062005.jpg" width="633" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is without zoom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="533" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/191120062006.jpg" width="555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;zoom a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 467px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="413" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/191120062012.jpg" width="562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then i caught him receiving "cert" from Y.B by zooming "&lt;em&gt;kau kau&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.0 mp only what u expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 505px" height="725" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/11.jpg" width="458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and this is my evidence! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 423px; HEIGHT: 561px" height="731" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0236-1.jpg" width="502" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bi~ and i...luckily i wore half formal. its a sign of respect ya know ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 309px" height="434" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0220.jpg" width="614" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bi~ and his parents..i bet neither my mum or dad would attend my convocation. *roll eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Congrats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bi~ bi~!! you still have to attend class ya know!!&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/34907702-116411018434228267?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116411018434228267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116411018434228267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116411018434228267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116411018434228267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/12/graduate.html' title='the graduate'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116411409499218608</id><published>2006-11-21T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T05:01:35.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thank you first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the rule of frienship means there should be a mutual sympathy between them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;each supplying what the other lasts and trying to benefit the other,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;always using friendly and sincere words.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't you realised that when being corrected by your closed one in a teasing-way followed by some laughter, you would feel much ache?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you know anything that us hurtful and untrue, do not say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you know anything that is helpful but untrue, do not say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you know anyhting that is hurtful but true, do not say it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you know anything that is helpful and true, find the right time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i despise people like that. and i myself hope that my friends will correct me in a well-mannered way as though she/he sincerely wants me to learn something. i remember being corrected when i say something wrong by a friend and she/he was practically laughing at my words. this friend is a close friend, mind you. if this is the only way you could make me learn, i rather be wrong and live with the wrong words all my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in college, i sincerely help them who aren't very good in english and all i hope is that they won't think i'm not 'showing off'. i sure do hope they would learn to converse well and not have negatives thoughts on my good intentions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;same goes amongst my english educated friends. i don't get to learn my from my college mates, therefore i hope i could improve my english with you all. we might be very close by it is the closed one, i was hurt from. can you imagine being laughed at something you were uncertain about from your loved ones. at times, i would thought, i shall just shuddup knowing that i will be humiliated. fine. if its jokes and all i won't mind and would even laugh along but you should know when to joke and when not to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we should help sincerly, we should teach with good intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything that happens to us is the result&lt;br /&gt;of what overselves have thought, said and done.&lt;br /&gt;we alone are responsible for our own lives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;you might laugh at me now, i bet in years i'll be ahead of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;he who receives kindness should never forget it,&lt;br /&gt;but he who performs kindness should never remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for those who've helped me in several ways, i really do appreciate. i remember&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; during last sem's finals, this very helpful class mate of mine, Huey Ru thought me accountings from the very first page and she didn't ask for any returns, at all..i'm contented with my grade B.thank you, girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;speaking pleasant words without practicing them, is like a fine flower without fragrance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;i apologise for words i've used which hurt anyone of you indirectly. we are all so close and we all know we love each another. i don't wish to hurt anyone of my friends and being hurt by anyone of you, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;think before you speak for words are poisonous, esp towards loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;not too harsh, just be sincere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hope i can adopt this good-being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the quotes above are extracted from the "Heart of A Buddha" book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116411409499218608?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116411409499218608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116411409499218608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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i hate you i hate you i hate you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i hate you i hate you i hate you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE YOU &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but&lt;strong&gt;     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i l o v e y o u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116404093458700069?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116404093458700069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116377859307354302</id><published>2006-11-17T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T07:49:53.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too close to be broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;this is super depressing, undergoing so much of stress and having no one to comprehend at all. i thought you would at least lend a hand, but instead, you just lay down there with your comics. My fingers were so tiring and my brain almost exploded for elaborating and coming out with points. i should be resting my fingers but decided to blog because you're sleeping and there's no one to send me back. how can u sleep and leave me in your room just like that? i'm very thirsty but dare not step out from the room. i wanna go back cause my bro told me my dad is locking the gate tonight but dare not wake you up. you have no idea how u differ much when i try to wake you up. you wouldn't care even if itz me and will simply let out your anger, as though waking you up causes you much pain. i wanted to wait for you to reveal my results to feel the anticipation together but you choose to sleep. perhaps you were tired of waiting for me to finish my assignments as well but you have no idea i feel so much pressure from my mates. i'm expected for this and that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sometimes i feel that itz really not that good being too close. we expect each another to understand each another, hence caring or not is already not a matter. i want to feel commited and not just on going till dunno where. you might expect me to take care of myself but deep inside, i seriously hope you would be my shleter, the person i run to and not the person i cry for. my saliva are drying, i'm getting more thirsty and worst still, having a backache. baby, what should i do to earn your care. i don't wanna be too close to you. i don't wanna be "expected". i hope you would still treat me like a little baby, need to be pampered need to be sayang-ed. i want to realise my wishes with you; i want to watch the sun rise in your arms, i want to lay by the beach and point out our guardian star, the brightest one together, i want to try all the good food with you, i just want to have a happy contented life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i learn that human can never be satisfied. you gimme one, i ask for two. but i try to be satisfied with the one and make full use of it. but if the one is fully utilised shouldn't you be ready with another one? when i lose faith i start to imagine the hands being offered, and itz sad to know that yours isn't there. then i think again, izzit because we're being too close? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;your phone rang, i hesitated in waking you up. i was afraid you might just slam your hands towards me. like the other day, when i came to wake you up, put myself in your arms but you just didn't feel my presence. you were too tired? i tried to comprehend so i just sit aside and fell asleep by your bed. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i notice your behaviour is changing as the closer we get. you're insensitive with my feelings and it should be because we're too close. the closer i get to you, the more i feel insecurities. such a headache. i just finished my assignments, should be relieved a little but i tend to give myself another headache after another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;after the phone call, you tried to fall back to sleep, i heard you told your friend that you're very tired. i'm very tired too. maybe you don't know i was serious bout my dad locking the door, maybe you don't know i'm done with my assignments, maybe you don't know i want to go back and maybe you don't know i'm feeling a heartache that's why you're trying to sleep again. i really did try to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i look into the empty cup and took the very last droplet os water. that droplet couldn't even drown an ant. should i go down to get water or should i not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;your phone rang again and u answered. urgh. i have to make the decision myself. i didn't request you to decide just hoping that you could let me know your opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;my dad really locked the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i need advises. i need guidance. i need you to calm me when i'm angry. when i'm complaining i want you to feel how i was feeling and fully understand but most of the time, you could only sigh along. maybe you really didn't know what to say. maybe you're just like that so i really didn't blame you, i'm just a lil disappointed. you woke up to answer calls and didn't even speak to me, maybe you thought i was still doing my assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;there's no more excitement to open the envelope of results already. no more. who cares anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;can you be my guardian angel? i just need you to shine on me when i'm lost.&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/34907702-116377859307354302?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116377859307354302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116377859307354302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116377859307354302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116377859307354302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/11/too-close-to-be-broken.html' title='too close to be broken'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116360768602546413</id><published>2006-11-16T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:21:26.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye zoukout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just after a few thoughts, I've finally came out with a decision. It was that hard after all. I might be missing all the fun and hot hunkz but its okay =(  I've decided not to go for ZOUKOUT in Singapore. Sure I am depressed but I know i've made the right choice. There's ZOUKOUT every year (right?) and there's only 3rd sem once in my life. heh I don't want to resit any of the subjects, I just can't afford to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll go when we're driving there, perhaps in a year or two? when one of us is able to drive. It will be much convenient though much cash will be needed, which also means I'll go when I'm loaded la. I'm so broke right now. After buying the guitar at RM 270, my wallet is bleeding already. Anybody willing to insert some paper money to heal the wound? Besides, I have an outstanding amount owing to Shal. wahhh.. I wanna strike lottery!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last sem's result is out already *dub dub...dub dub* I hear that not a lot of ppl score A for English, even a smarty pants in my class. He got a C! *ssshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so dead... I'm nothing to be compared to him.. This fri shall be moody day. If I don't call you don't call me. lol. call me la.. I need to release stress =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I've decided not to go ZOUKOUT, I simply CANNOT fail any subjects for this sem, thought I could foresee a high possibility =S...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I fail, I'm gonna regret kau kau.. thinking, daymn should have went ZOUKOUT.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who are going, have tonnes of fun, without me.. *sobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you won't be playing in the waves, but still.. ermm tie your bikini tighter la.. *kekeke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, SWIMMING IS PROHIBITED !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take loadsa pictures and story me when you all come back okayy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okayla, fine la I know still got bout 3 weeks so I'll shuddup now la (actually, finish d)... whahaha ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116360768602546413?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116360768602546413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116360768602546413&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116360768602546413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116360768602546413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-bye-zoukout.html' title='bye bye zoukout'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116350160353541645</id><published>2006-11-14T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:55:56.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed, am I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss listening to music while onlining and I'm doing it right now. I supposed there's something wrong with this comp's graphic card and so, there isn't any sound coiming out. So if I want to listen to music, I'll have to on the other comp, an older version one. You know how we love to ditch the old for a new one? So since my sister, Ling is back(for good, who knows?) and my brothers are on inofficial holidays, we don't have enough computers and one have to use the old one. The other one(usually, me) would either rot or bug them to let me use. But I'm not very keen in onlining nowadays. I've got loadsa college work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that this sem is passing by very quickly. Its like I can't seem to keep up with the pace. Basically, I'm struggling la. I supposed it was only last year that I started to have severe headache like urgh, I can't input and process anymore. At times, I would have pain on only one side of my head which is similar to needle poking. Guess its all because of stress. Auditing is being a pain in the ass! so are the other subjects =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another factor of my headache is my sister's return. I have been getting so annoyed with her and I just couldn't stand her behaviour. I realised that between us, I only take and not give. I simply can't stand a sight seeing her wearing my tops when I myself wear her clothes and she doesn't quite mind. I don't like her wearing my clothes. Selfish right? Besides that, just because she has exams I have to let her use the car and take lrt. She told me dad allowed so I just had to be fine with it. And the next thing is, my dad said she never mentioned anything bout using the car to him. damn chat diuz right? urgh.. fine again I thought since I remember owing her for what she had done for me. Whenever she asks for a favour, I just had to do for her, forcefully. Forget it, no use whining bout it.  Maklumlah, "air dicencang tidak akan putus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my first guitar class! *excited* lol I know I'm quite slow but I've always wanted to learn guitar ever since my friends were learning. I just didn't really have the chance to. Well, itz not too late! But I think itz too late for Salsa *blush* I wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna wanna learn Salsa!! Just hope my bone won't crack during stretch. sigh. Belly dancing, Shal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I type, the more I think, the more depresssed I am!&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/34907702-116350160353541645?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116350160353541645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116350160353541645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116350160353541645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116350160353541645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/11/depressed-am-i.html' title='depressed, am I'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116331821593301268</id><published>2006-11-12T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:56:55.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new layout, not really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHhhhhh......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116331821593301268?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116331821593301268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116331821593301268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116331821593301268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116331821593301268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-layout-not-really.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116267735421355028</id><published>2006-11-06T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:50:21.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to dislike this layout for unknown reason probably because of how I feel right now? sigh. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it is really a good way to avoid questions by answering I don't know. You can't do anything if I say I don't know right? Itz not a crime to choose not to answer and it is also not a crime to feel helpless. argh. BUT it is a crime to cry! *must remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zouk was cancelled and I had to watch Miss Chinese Astro International Pageant. I found out the biggest secret of my family has got something to do with this pageant and the truth is yet to be known. Could it be or could it not be? I didn't have any feeling towards it and I wonder why is that so? Perhaps, I've really grown up to realised that there are certain things out of our control. I shall just hope that he will be accepted. I will seriously not mind because I don't have the rights to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I meant I slept just now and was awaken by some noise and I can't fall back to sleep. An hour ago, my sis called and told she is involved with an accident. Wonder how is she, waiting for her return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like having a break, a long break from everything. I regret so much for not making good use of the interval between after form 5 and before Ns. Such a long period and the result of procrastinating was unable to go UK. diuz. I also feel like changing my whole image. Let's say cut my hair short or get some curls. But then hor, if I cut my hair short, I'm afraid I'll cry my eye balls out. sigh. how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiks, my sister's back. She was drunk and she drove. It was a minor accident that she banged the divider and just a moment after that, ramai the "callmen" came followed by police. swt. she's apologising to her boyfriend, Brandon now cause itz his car! ssshhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you drive when you're drunk, carry a coffin in your trunk"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cursing anyone but please be careful la okay. "Ingatlah orang tersayang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116267735421355028?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116267735421355028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116267735421355028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116267735421355028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116267735421355028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-starting-to-dislike-this-layout-for.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116241038825583663</id><published>2006-11-05T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T03:05:25.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you know how good it feels when you know there is still a person there who will never thought of giving up on you. Come to think of it, I seldom feel good after crying but just a moment ago I did. Sometimes when you are at the stage of despair and just by knowing your girlfriends/friends care will eventually light up your misery and even wet that pair precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 'humour' really did work *beams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;*editted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was Ladies night on Thursday which was also the final day for Caryn and Poh's finals and so we moved on with the plan. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maison&lt;/span&gt;. I really love being wild, ya know but in a well-behaved way, obviously. haha. I was so glad I even had the permission to be wild. There were Shal, Caryn, Poh, Mel and I during that night and we surely did have a fun night despite some unruly sights. I saw this couple dancing and were pratically rubbing on each another. *eww But since they might be couple I had to clear my mind off them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;One thing I dislike about Zouk was the crowd. Yes, it is fun to have a huge crowd dancing together BUT having body to body contact crowd could be a disgust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is real story and am I the victim to this nauseating incident. I was happily dancing with my girlfriends in the dancing floor and this blardy man came dancing closer and closer to my back and I could feel his sickening, boisterous piece of SEA CUCUMBER!! eww I tell you f**k I tell you. I WAS BLaRDY DISGUSTED!! and the rest of the story is history. He was so pathetic cause he was getting himself high in the dance floor. Get a BLARDY life!! &lt;strong&gt;CCB&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;That's when I started to love the podium even if I have to dance as a show or even if ppl say "what's that girl doing up there?she can't even shake her bum" LIKE F**K I CARE. I love the podium because &lt;em&gt;no guys are allowed&lt;/em&gt;. End of story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got hit by this one guy during Maison that night and he was asking for my name and number. He insisted eventhough I rejected several times in giving my number. I told him that I would just give you my name and if we ever meet in Maison again, I would consider giving you my number and IF I ever see him again I would say "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;err, so long as I lived I don't remember you exist in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" haha I'm so mean but then again he was saying he's from Klang and won't be back in 5 months. Even better. So he took out his pdA and probably thought I would give him by him insisting and by showing off his phone to me. bleh. What I actually thought was "are u gonna buy me a drink?" ahaha. I took his pda and shoo him off by inserting my name and e-mail in his phone. The last thing I heard him said was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;you're so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" =.= oh, I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;He wasn't that bad looking and usually when this happen to me, I guess I would give him my number but I kept thinking of my bi~ bi~. haha. Don't perasan ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess there is an extent to everything when you are in a relationship depending on how you look at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I might be going Zouk tonight with Bi~ for some fashion show =D not to dance but probably act cool la huh? lol&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/34907702-116241038825583663?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116241038825583663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116241038825583663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116241038825583663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116241038825583663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-know-how-good-it-feels-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116214247978655526</id><published>2006-10-30T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:54:27.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love walking in the rain because nobody will know I am crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Only today I realised that I cannot sleep away my problems like how I used to already. I would say it is half good and half bad. The good thing is I won't be able to run away, instead face it and the bad thing is, I have sleepless night. My mind keeps wandering leaving my eyes wide open. I supposed it is because you are becoming more important to me? who will know but myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Remember when I asked you if you will think it is a waste if we break up and you said yes whereas I said no? I think it has somehow hurt you but do you understand why I say no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if we break up after being years together, it will definately not be a waste because you've marked my heart and I appreaciate it for we've given each another a chance to be lovers and learn how to feel each another's heart and to have taught each another different meaning of lives. I remember it wasn't love when we got together but slowly I found myself in love with you, I adore your humanity and personality but you know how we only reveal our true colours after a long period? I feel that you don't understand me, you don't take good care of me well, you don't pamper me, you don't let me win even when I'm wrong and you don't have the same taste as me and I started to feel agony. But the fact is, I'm selfish. I wish for more and I wish you could be up to my expectations. I admit that I've never really put myself in your shoe and feel your pain but I really did try to and fail. I can't control my mind and I'm always at the state of ambiguity and i know whenever I fall into a dilemma situation, the devil always win. I permit him to play with my mind and left myself suffer even more. So what if I know I'm wrong? I'll always think that I shouldn't be making the first move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Besides that, I'm very bad in controlling my emotions. If only crying is a crime then I would forbid myself from tearing. I didn't know even this relationship could make me cry so many times when I thought I've found someone who will not let me cry but I know clearly that this is impossible. There won't be anyone at all who dares to make a promise to me on this because everyone knows I'm such a cry baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cry when my dad scolds me, I cry when my brother doesn't want to let me watch the tv, I cry during departures, I cry when you ignore me, I cry more when you don't care, I cry when I feel lonely, I cry when I hear back songs like "she will be loved"and "over and over again", I cry when I feel that everyone has turned their backs to me, I cry when I have no one to run to, I cry when I miss my mum(last time), I cry when I've gotten all ready, even with my make up on and you cancelled everything, I cry most when I feel disappointed and realised that my tears are nothing to you, I cry when you walk away from me, I also cry when I notice there is still somebody who cares, I cry when I feel disgraced, I cry for too many little reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I cry just too many times infront of you and I'm starting to feel really stupid because I don't think you feel the pain when I cry. I turn around when I cry, I walk away when I cry and whatever I do, I just don't want to cry infront of you anymore. Itz silly how I always say so but I will fall short. I'm still waiting for the day to come when you tell me you won't let me cry anymore. My tears are worthless already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was walking in the mall, seeing a small kid holding on to his mother hand, I felt so envious. It was then when I hoped you could at least cheer me up with a lollipop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Should I kiss dating goodbye, again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116214247978655526?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116214247978655526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116214247978655526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116214247978655526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116214247978655526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-walking-in-rain-because-nobody.html' title='I love walking in the rain because nobody will know I am crying'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116202694328639387</id><published>2006-10-28T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:40:24.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pangkor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usually when I return from a trip I wouldn't miss home much and would even feel a little sad that I am home. But this time is different when I return from Pangkor, I feel so happy for being home again. I reached home during evening and got in time for dinner. The smell of my dad's cook made me go &lt;em&gt;oh la la&lt;/em&gt; and I really think that my dad is a good cook. He started to learn cooking when my mom left and that time all he knew was plain bland dishes. And now, he is comparable to a big chef! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Pangkor was overall fun but the beach there is nothing compare to Redang and snorkeling in Pangkor is like snorkeling in a toilet bowl full of shits =P Really!! The corals in Pangkor are like huge brown rocks similar to shit and nothing more except for plenty of sea cucumbers. I remember Shal once said that sea cucumber looks like man’s asset. haha&lt;br /&gt;And there were only small beats of waves, why eyh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what, I’m 10 tones darker!! Damn it!! All because of the tanning oil and I got myself uneven tones of color! Come see me and you will know I am not bluffing. I was so smart to put tanning oil when everybody else were applying 50spf sun block =S anybody wanna buy me whitenning cream for my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to blog bout Pangkor, so some of the pictures here might tell you more stories =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/288/844/1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 421px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="510" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0001.jpg" width="661" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One big happy family =) All 26 of us conquered the whole bus =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 414px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="434" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0006-1.jpg" width="577" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bi~'s parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 308px" height="570" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0019.jpg" width="529" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Urgh.. I forced that smile...(nah) We were at some fish factory..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 422px; HEIGHT: 322px" height="435" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0015.jpg" width="552" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come on Bi~ not in public! gimme some face k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="548" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0016.jpg" width="563" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 345px" height="413" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/IMG_0012.jpg" width="485" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*xiao it xiao* (smile a little) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are more pictures but phtobucket is being an ass..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have 5 subjects all relating to accounts this semester and 2 of the subjects marked the hardest because less than 50% of the senior passed for last sem.. Tell me, am i dead or what? If I don't see any of you guys for the next 16 weeks, you will know why =( My time table is so packed and everytime I return from college I'll feel like sleeping cause too tired. I know this won't be right but i'm still doubting on what I'm doing, wondering if my interest is in this field and that I'm capable in completing what I've started. As easy as it sounds, I should just marry a rich man. lol. (I'm just kidding Bi~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY REALLY wanna eat Baskin Robin this 31st. Anyone? come on =)&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/34907702-116202694328639387?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116202694328639387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116202694328639387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116202694328639387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116202694328639387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/pangkor.html' title='pangkor'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116144355246875098</id><published>2006-10-21T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:45:35.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hey fellow readers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I won't be blogging for the next 4 days, or more just like how I did not blog for the past 5 days :P a bit the busy lately as college has already started. I'm sorry for not being able to post pictures of my new ride too cause there are some unforseen problems with my pc suite and I don't have a memory card reader. Will share with you all soon. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll be leaving for Pangkor in 3 hours time and hoping things will go smoothly. I really hope things will not turn out bad =( oh well, why waste time thinking on such things since we won't know what lies ahead, just don't do wrong or speak wrong. It'll be my first time in Pangkor and so I shall compare it with Redang..the blue blue sea and wide wide sky, not forgotten the high huge rocks! I'm expecting beautiful scenery there as well. I really hope our hotel faces east or west so that we can either admire sun set or rise ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Itz going to be an unanticipated trip as I'm going with Bi~ and his maternal family. People I hardly know and share room with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt; i don't know at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Whatever it is I'm hoping for the best and really wish that I can't get and play along with all of them. i shall not let my bi~ bi~ down. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess that's all for now and before I bid goodbye, i would like to wish &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:180%;" &gt;SHAL&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; D&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;E&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;I!!!&lt;/span&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/34907702-116144355246875098?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116144355246875098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116144355246875098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116144355246875098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116144355246875098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/bye-bye.html' title='bye bye'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116101391240573541</id><published>2006-10-16T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:51:52.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>totally random the mandom the condom o.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"FUN FUN FUN!! Me wanna shop shop" is my msn after shopping at One Utama today. My nick says it all. It was really fun shopping and I haven't got enough of it yet. So when's next? Today, we didn't really have enough time to shop and look around though we did spot a few pretty ones. However, time wasn't sufficient for us to think twice. Well, you know..girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know how people usually run out of ideas for friends' birthdays. I'll make it easy for you *&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;winks with tinkles&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want that red scottish skirt from Zara!! I want that MNG shorts (the top as well, if possible ;)) OR the one from Cult! I want another heels, erm two more 1)outings 2)clubbing (wahhaha) !!I want a new pair of comfortable, super &lt;s&gt;super&lt;/s&gt; low waist jeans!! I love that denim jacket from Cult too! *eyes shine* oH not forgotten that white long sleeve top from Forever 21 .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OmiGosh, so perasan.. ahaha.. sorry first time &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So, all because of shopping today I failed to fetch my Bi~ home. I'm really sorry. I don't think I have good planning. Promise no next time okay? My tempura cold and soft dy, not nice dy but I still ate it, oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;College reopens today and my class commences tomorrow! This sem's time table is pretty tight because I have 5 subjects this sem and 4 days of classes a week and again Monday's offday. Friday's class at 8am so HOW TO GO FOR &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LADIES NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? grr...nevermind I shall not sleep the whole night though quite impossible :P Oh I can just don't drink right? brilliant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, did I mention that my dad  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;zhg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my ride?Yeahh the old, rusty charade! It is recently sprayed with non metallic &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orangy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; colour(itz ugly and freeaking striking!) Now the whole world's gonna think that I'm seeking attention with my ride ="( I would say the interior looks like a sports ride to me now for the newly wrapped red and black cover for the seats. I can see how much efforts my dad has put in for this o' charade and I really do appreciate it, hence, I shall drive it with pride! lols &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I remember months ago when I watched "Pimp My Ride" with my sister, Li, we would both be fascinated and she would look outside at the o'charade and say "pimp my ride.. pimp my ride" empathatically.. haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Picture of my ride will be posted up next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Till then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116101391240573541?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116101391240573541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116101391240573541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116101391240573541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116101391240573541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/totally-random-mandom-condom-oo.html' title='totally random the mandom the condom o.O'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116076735695831038</id><published>2006-10-14T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:22:36.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Is there anything you wanna ask?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"....no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask how come you didn't give me a goodbye hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Anything you wanna say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"...no"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk to you longer but I don't know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116076735695831038?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116076735695831038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116076735695831038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116076735695831038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116076735695831038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/is-there-anything-you-wanna-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116076653485067429</id><published>2006-10-14T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:49:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>making love out of nothing at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;=) This time I didn't cry, after getting down from the car without a goodbye hug(again). I actually felt silly for being still, sitting there waiting for him to come close and hug me. hah, really silly. And it didn't work, perhaps he hoped I would be the one to make the first move or maybe he thought I didn't need one. Itz really hard you know. Just a small number of girls who actually make first moves and I'm certaintly not one of them, somehow unfortunately. Nevertheless, I managed a smile, a console smile which hopefully works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;When he drove off, I stood there hoping for him to shift to reverse abruptly, make a halt at where he put me down, run towards me and hug me. hah, how silly. nevermind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Relationships really suck when it goes out of control. So much of compromising needed and not forgotten compatibility between one another. I'm really really astonished with relationships which can last for years and still so lovable with each another. I don't mean married couples because marriage is definately different from being girl and boyfriend. I see a huger commitment you have to possess after a marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Did I just do a wrong thing again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I should hug you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then things wouldn't turn sour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then you wouldn't not answer my calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Then I will have good night kiss tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess it is gonna be a sleepless night again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somebody come save me.&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/34907702-116076653485067429?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116076653485067429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116076653485067429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116076653485067429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116076653485067429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/making-love-out-of-nothing-at-all.html' title='making love out of nothing at all'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116068660743882268</id><published>2006-10-13T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:48:59.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;As expected, it was a silent journey back home. I've tried to make it up to you everytime when things seem to go wrong but this time I fail, miserably. I know I could make a different by holding on to my temper and be less sensitive but I acted like a princess instead. If I could turn back time, perhaps I would still act foolishly BUT was it really ALL my fault? You don't know what's on my mind and I don't know what's on yours either. All I wanted was a good laugh movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It happened twice when I felt you could actually read my mind and those feelings was so good that I've never felt it in a long time already. I would say it was plain coincidence though I hope it is something special between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"I want a rich boyfriend" "He has to be charming" "He has to have Tom Cruise's eyes" "No, He must love me with all his heart!" "I must be his first priority" "He has to be good in bed" "He should be understanding esp when I have PMS!" "Taller than me!! DUH!" "At least 6 pacs, 8 would be a plus" "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After today, only I realised all I wanted in you is CARE. I don't want lil lil care. I want you to be very very very caring! And that u're bothered even when I have lil cough, what more now I have bad cough. I'm sorry but I just couldn't stand it when you didn't bother to look at me when I was coughing helplessly and you know why I pushed you away? Because it was too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want to know if my friends can care me much more than you're able to, am I asking too much if I ask you to show a lil more care? I don't deny that I'm not a caring girlfriend but I'm trying my best already. Perhaps, you've put in a lot of effort as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I assured myself that guys are not all the same, but now I'm doubting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you wipe off the fog layering my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I can't see clearly anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you make my heart skip a beat again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause i don't feel it beating anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tears welled up in my eyes. I hold on to my breath so they won't gush down endlessly. I really hope you could wipe my tears when I cry, embrace me tight when I feel disheartened. But you disappoint me over and over again. I want to hear you say "I care" cause even if you don't show, your words might &lt;em&gt;heal&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm actually feeling very sleepy and having headache again but I refrained myself from sleeping. For the past few months, I have been sleeping through my problems, hoping that I'll forget everything by the time I wake up the very next morning(...&lt;em&gt;afternoon&lt;/em&gt;). But I just don't feel like sleeping today although tomorrow the sun will rise again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, I don't really feel like sleeping, instead I feel like going out, maybe yum char with a friend and just talk bout everything but relationships. But at this hour, who would wanna answer phone calls? Sometimes, I really don't know who to run to at this hour. All I can think of it ***!!!!.. &lt;em&gt;niasing&lt;/em&gt;... urghh.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILL ME&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116068660743882268?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116068660743882268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116068660743882268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116068660743882268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116068660743882268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-me-smile.html' title='make me smile'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116048342806039598</id><published>2006-10-10T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T14:00:24.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely lecturer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was browsing through Tarc's homepage and found this in the bulletin board posted by my programme supervisor, Ms Ng Yen Hoong. I thought it was rather interesting that her foreseeing is quite wild, hence I'd like to share with ya'll..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wed, Jul 26, 2006 -- TARC is a non-smoking campus! (",)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear students,&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have bumped into a few students, who smoked in the college campus. For your information, TAR College is a non-smoking campus! Therefore, students are not allowed to smoke within the campus (regardless whether you are at Block R or Block PA or anywhere else).&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure, right now, you are studying for your future, right? Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;---You have graduated from you studies (Dip + Adv Dip + ACCA)&lt;br /&gt;--- You have started working and are at your peak of your career&lt;br /&gt;---You hold the position of a CEO of a reputable company in Malaysia (or overseas)&lt;br /&gt;---One day, you felt a sharp pain at your chest and went for a check-up. You are diagnosed with lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;What will you do? You will be regretful of what you have done to your body. Don't say "Aiyah, never mind-lah, I can quit smoking anytime I want...before it's too late!". Oh, really? How do you know when it's too late? And, smoking is addictive. The more you smoke, the more difficult it is for you to stop.&lt;br /&gt;So, help yourself and your beloved family, stop smoking now. And, make TAR College a non-smoking campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's so cute, oh so I think so.. All all her students love her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ms. Ng doesn't remember her students' names so when she happens to ask questions she would point at any students and says "you, yellow shirt...." "pink shirt...." "black shirt.....""you, white shirt..." and they will all eventually answer her questions. Then on this one day, a brilliant student came out with an impausible idea by asking everyone in the class to wear black shirt!! Ta-da, Ms Ng was surprised and she went red in the face! ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/34907702-116048342806039598?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116048342806039598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116048342806039598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116048342806039598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116048342806039598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/lovely-lecturer.html' title='lovely lecturer'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116048225530529067</id><published>2006-10-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:10:55.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can drive legally now *proud*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; P&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;  H &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;P &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; U &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; R&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt; Y &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;  H &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;E &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; U &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; R &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what if u lose your P already? huh? huh? BLEKK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-116048225530529067?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116048225530529067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116048225530529067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116048225530529067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116048225530529067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-can-drive-legally-now-proud.html' title='I can drive legally now *proud*'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-116021224225102339</id><published>2006-10-07T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T05:37:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;After Maison on Thursday night, I woke up with a very coarse voice. No, in fact I was awake with NO voice and it eventually turns rough and 'sexy'. "Daymn" I thought but I knew it would happen cause I drink alcohol beverage with a gonna-be sore throat. =( BUT now it gets worst! I have cough and freaking nauseating phelgm! *cries Every now and then I have to "get rid" of the phlegm and it seems like never ending *cries more Today I woke up to find tom yum as lunch my dad readied for me and the thought of every inch of spiciness goes through my throat and that I'm not allowed to eat it makes me cry even louder. ="( wahhh.. I want TOM YUM! I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; TOM YUM !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="601" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/040820061221.jpg" width="555" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M CRAVING FOR FRESH TASTY FISHBALLSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill...chill...chil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, Maison was great!! Two Thursday night continuosly and that doesn't mean I'm a hard core clubber okay. I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; clubbing with my friends ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Moon Cake Festival, I celebrated with Bi~ and his friends at SS2, in a park and Daryl's house. We didn't play tanglungs but candles. Anyhow it doesn't bring much meanings anymore since the moon didn't appear all because of the freaking haze and it was a rainy night. Nonetheless, we had a fun night playing "007 BANG!" and Mafia which was a really great game and I shall recommend this game to my friends =) (however, it can get boring if played too many times).&lt;br /&gt;We ended the game at around 5am and got back home at 6am. Needless to say I got up at 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't because Shal called me, I would have totally forgot Ernest's birthday. I knew there was a dinner but somehow it sliped to the edge of my memory. And so I did turn up with Boon along and the dinner was fabulous but pricy. After the dinner, we headed to Caryn house and some havoc was going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://caween.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Caryn's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt; blog says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ernest Tong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I don't think birthday celebration is a big deal anymore. Yes, I &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; receiving presents, I &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reunion, I &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; having all attention for once and I &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to feel &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. But as I grow older I don't feel the anticipation anymore though my birthday is drawing near and I don't bother mentioning it to anyone in college. I rather none of them know and that my birthday will just be any other day. I might feel sad and lonely but I know I want this. Actually, the person we really have to celebrate with is our mums as without them we simply don't have birthdays but I don't stand this chance anymore. I hope there will be this one day to come when I spend my birthday with my mum the whole day. We would first wake up for dim sum then spend the whole afternoon doing spa, enjoying, relaxing both body and mind. At night, I would bring her to a posh bistro and both of us would taste delicious recommendations. If only I have the chance but even if I do, I hope I could still feel the existing bond. =) What I want for birthday this year is just to feel great &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/63wz11-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from everyone who remembers my birthday. I will have a small celebration.&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/34907702-116021224225102339?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/116021224225102339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=116021224225102339&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116021224225102339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/116021224225102339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick =('/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-115998272041386495</id><published>2006-10-05T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:38:10.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me want to be pampered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't find proper words to describe my feelings now. Maybe a lil of despair and frustration. Every woman loves to be cheered and pampered, hence I know clearly that I don't run far from this fact. I was an independant child(still is) and am strong to face any challenges ahead but a strong cover could hide the trueself in me. I definately don't need you to buy jewelries to make me smile, neither do u have to pluck down stars for forgiveness. All I need was.... I don't know. Who knows a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;swarosvki&lt;/span&gt; diamond would really make my day. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I dislike silence and stillness what more during an arguement because I know I'll always end up weeping. And I SUPER DUPER hate it when my brother goes "are u crying? u crying arh? eyh why la?" when he could already see my eyes red and a huge sign of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DND&lt;/span&gt; or u die right on my forehead! pppftt.. But obviously, I would just glare and he'll get the signal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I told myself several hundred times not to be such a cry baby but I just can't hold my tears. There were times when I suceeded by telling myself not to cry, hold on to my tears, breathe in breathe out but later found it terrifying the fact that I just talked to myself. Well, itz not atypical after all. I wish I have the habit of talking to myself so I can pour all to my reflection. Then, the mirror will be my buddy and it will not just play a role reflecting a pretty girl, me. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(haks!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahh, I feel much better after some typings =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow will be the same old boring day. sigh. I don't remember when we last dated. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*The greatest mistake in your life is that you continually fear that you'll make one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-115998272041386495?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/115998272041386495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=115998272041386495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115998272041386495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115998272041386495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-want-to-be-pampered.html' title='me want to be pampered'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-115972348281071401</id><published>2006-10-04T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:38:40.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malacca!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Holler peeps, I'm back from Malacca, one of the many historic places of Malaysia's (yes, I assume you do not know). I wouldn't say the trip was remarkable or fun because we spent quarter of the time looking for affordable stay. However, I was glad to be able to &lt;em&gt;makan makan makan&lt;/em&gt; again. From chicken rice balls to taiwan mee to satay luk luk to sushi to asam laksa to chicken rice balls (again, but different place) to satay luk luk(again, different place and fresher) and back in KL, had Kopitiam's nasi lemak before going back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the journey to Malacca, we saw an accident. Bi~ was alarmed only when he saw a white helmet in the air and quickly stopped the car by the road after a rapid agreement on helping from Leslie. I was afraid and stupefied. They(bi~,Leslie and Daryl) hurriedly carry the victim to the road's shoulder to avoid traffic or even the victim being trampled. There were two riders on a motorcycle, I assume the motorist lost his balance or the road was icy. I did have a look at the victim after a long hesitation and couldn't let grip of bi~'s hand. I didn't want to stay in the car alone though it was already raining simply because I started to have wild imagination. After some while, the police came and since we've done our parts, we decided to continue our journey. It was like a dream and till now it doesn't seem like it's happened. When I looked at the victim, I felt really frightened and that was when I knew I was afraid of death. I simply couldn't face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another unforseen accident happened to us which I do not want to share here. Itz just too saddening. Is it really true that cats have nine lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the journey followed by hotel-hunting and a short break at a mamak in Cheng Ria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The following day, we were joined by the rest and our first stop was Jongker Walk and boy was I disappointed. I would rather go to KL's longest pasar malam at Tmn Connaught and stalls hop. There wasn't many things to see, perhaps more on souvenirs and I don't have a vivid memory on others items. I had asam laksa and sushi for supper as well as satay celup. The next return day, we visited A Famosa and even ride on a trishaw! kewlness to the madness huh? There were 10 of us, each 2 on one trishaw and 5 trishaws moving together-gether =D Though it wasn't a long ride but it sure was satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A few memorable encounters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hotel-hunting-went all over Malacca (almost) more or less stopover 10 hotels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A VERY not welcoming toilet at the mamak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were on a straight road and each traffic light stop we met the same car, Storm for bout 5 times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The help for the accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bi~'s really loud &lt;em&gt;snore~&lt;/em&gt; =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard there were a strip poker session? All 3 or 4 guys stripped naked? (&lt;em&gt;daymn, missed it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bi~ stole the apartment's pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And last but not least, one bottle of beer was 'left' in the apartment. (&lt;em&gt;nyek nyek nyek&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34907702-115972348281071401?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/115972348281071401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=115972348281071401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115972348281071401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115972348281071401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/10/malacca.html' title='Malacca!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-115941960764748948</id><published>2006-09-28T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:43:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sreammmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'M BURNING RIGHT NOW !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea what I've just faced!&lt;br /&gt;I just walked under the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;scorching&lt;/span&gt; sun for 20 minutes with NOTHING TO GAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pay the astro bill and so my dad sent me to the post office and drove off as he had to send my brother to school. "Fine" I thought since I was the desperate one to settle the bill to WATCH THE &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TAIWAN SERIES&lt;/span&gt; AT 3.30pm and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SINGAPORE SERIES&lt;/span&gt; AT 4.30pm! NOW, my hopes are vanished into thin air after the phone call I just made to reconnect the astro! They said, they will reconnect back for me by 8.00pm tonight!(which means, they might connect at 7.59pm or in the evening!) *burns* "WHYYYY ??" I asked desperately and the connections are worked with the system and not manually was the RUTHLESS ANSWER !&lt;br /&gt;NOW I CANNOT WATCH BOTH OF THE SERIES AND HAVE TO ROT THE WHOLE DAY UNTIL TONIGHT (clubbing, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;THIS IS SUPER DUPER DEPRESSING !! ALL FOR NOTHING !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND for your info, I'm still sweating like a pig, I smell like I just came back from a Jogothan Walk ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NMMDCCB !!! wahhhhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is excellent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now I'm gonna shit and bathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*I'm sinking*&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/34907702-115941960764748948?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/115941960764748948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=115941960764748948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115941960764748948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115941960764748948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/09/sreammmmm.html' title='sreammmmm'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-115920423175446382</id><published>2006-09-26T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:39:07.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spill the truth when you're drunk!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm sure most of us have tried acting like a nuisance unintentionally. Cheers over and over again even when we know we have more than enough to consume, just to have a lil more fun. We may have kissed the wrong guy, hugged a stranger or even made up with a guy who left you the very next morning. I'm starting to agree that alchohol can lead a person to misbehaviour or even 'do wrong' things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But, that's not exactly the point. Have you ever tried spilling the things which have been burried in your heart, never wanted to share with anyone while you're drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I never knew this could really happen, saying things you aren't really supposed to say when you're drunk until it happened to my dearest. I never expect you to be so emotional, so fragile and so weak inside. Obviously, I wouldn't share with my readers on the things you secretly told me ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I will always remember the things you never wanted to tell me but spill accidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"Experts say most of us have about 14 friends-two we'll never lose, the other mainly social satellites."&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/34907702-115920423175446382?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/115920423175446382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=115920423175446382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115920423175446382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115920423175446382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/09/spill-truth-when-youre-drunk.html' title='Spill the truth when you&apos;re drunk!!'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-115912739997936162</id><published>2006-09-25T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:39:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we love you, you know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Firstly, I'm sorry that I don't blog at &lt;a href="http://www.wetalkingsense.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/a&gt; anymore. I feel that having a personal blog makes me more secure. It is easier to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've changed the whole theme for this layout- Imperfect Love, simply because I find it a lil disturbing and inappropriate. I'm facing lovey dovey love. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I was choosing between two, 1 dark layout which is this one and 2 a bright light brown layout. Although I'm not unhappy or whatsoever, I will still prefer dull and lower colour. So, this layout has been picked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours ago, it was Yen Li's departure to UK. I've never really left any loved ones behind and fly so far away, therefore I wouldn't really know how she was feeling. But I bet it must be mutual with her loved ones. Everytime I sent someone off, I never fail to imagine myself being the one who is flying, leaving everyone behind and now knowing if there will ever be a return. Most of you know that I've always wanted to leave this country, just screw everything here and start a new life. Easily said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where is better than homeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love exploring the world, going from one place to another to learn and gain fantastic experience but I surely hope I'll still remember where am I from. So many stories of discrimination in certain countries and I hate the fact that I want to leave here for another new life. However, I know that there will be this one day to come when I won't want to leave this place anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know what lies ahead us.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows some of my friends will migrate over and marry a rich foreigner?&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, free accomodation during holiday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken, in two years time, there will be left with a few of us, closed one here only and I'm pretty sure I'll be the "left" here one. lol. Screw it. I don't wanna think of departures anymoree!!&lt;br /&gt;Yens and Jas coming back end of the year. We shall have a good drinking session =)&lt;br /&gt;P/s Yens, u better get your blog alive and update us with updates! ; ) do take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ken said : Man is at his sexiest when shed tears.&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/34907702-115912739997936162?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/115912739997936162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=115912739997936162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115912739997936162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115912739997936162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/09/we-love-you-you-know-it.html' title='we love you, you know it'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34907702.post-115902821241590567</id><published>2006-09-24T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T05:39:44.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss me? no?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I'll be having 3 weeks of holiday I've decided to make my blog alive, again (yes AGAIN). So once my 3rd semester commences, don't blame me when my blog dies, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams season has finally come to an end which means it is merdeka for most of the tarc-ians. It is pretty unfair to those who finished their last paper a week before ours because that means they have an extra of one week for holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals were pretty fine except for a few subjects and BM was one of them! *roars&lt;br /&gt;At such critical conditions would you ever thought that "ranger" in malay language is "RENJER"? And "divers" is "PENYELAM PENYELAM" ? dyamn.. I answer ranger as ranger and divers as penyelam only. This is for the interpretation section where the question is on a short English essay and basically translates the whole passage to Malay language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Macroecons and Business Information System and Applications went well for me because mostly all that I've studied were the questions. *evil laugh* As for Quantitative Studies, I practically screwed up because I didn't have enough time!! The paper was not too difficult but requires more time to finish! Damn it! Not a single soul didn't complain about time deficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of exam, everyone was feeling excited more than nervous. Frankly, I can't really click with my college mates and don't really share feelings and emotions. Hence, right after a paper, I would rush my way to the train station and quickly get home. We all know about the snatch cases in wangsa maju and I have to walk a distance to the station from college. The roads are narrow, a lot of motorists and very unsafe. There was once I experienced an incident while walking my way to the station. This motorist purposely came closer to me to scare me! I almost tripped to avoid any misfortune! Then I heard laughter and cursed. Who will know how I feel whenever I walk alone. My friends choose to wait for the tarc bus instead of risking their life and undeniably, I am risking my safety to choose walking over waiting. My heart skips a beat faster every time I hear the sound of motorcycles being near. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Fear and insecure&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hereby, I proudly present myself driving to college next semester!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's IF I pass my driving test =O&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/34907702-115902821241590567?l=theprettyfab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/feeds/115902821241590567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34907702&amp;postID=115902821241590567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115902821241590567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34907702/posts/default/115902821241590567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprettyfab.blogspot.com/2006/09/miss-me-no.html' title='miss me? no?'/><author><name>JoannE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06177765883308316634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/hochuimun/JoanneCute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
