<?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-2260600557895908144</id><updated>2011-11-03T03:01:07.194+08:00</updated><category term='yummilicious'/><category term='love'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><title type='text'>I Cling To My Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'>Just be with me.
Whatever I dream tonight,
Don’t let this be my last goodnight.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2705221140246753171</id><published>2011-09-30T22:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T00:58:59.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My funny little ways.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long while since i chatted with my friends whether in facebook, msn, whatsapp or anywhere else online. Until recently i found myself starting to make the first move to talk to them. Perhaps, I'm born to be playful and casually spam jokes around, sometimes lame ones and sometimes cold ones. But for every stupid things i have ever said, i just wish to cheer them up or perhaps cheer myself up. And i hoped that they wouldn't mind spending a few minutes of theirs to laugh with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of casual chatting, recently some of my friends told me that they miss my cooking. I feel so surprised and warm inside me, when someone actually remember those little little petty things I did for them and when I already threw all of them at the back of my head. Though i know they were merely saying it and didn't really mean it. But I'm still feel glad that my efforts were placed in the rooms of their heart C:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm not talented in cooking but i like to cook and bake. I'm not sure why, when I cook I don't really follow how the recipe goes, I just follow my feelings. This is why i always ended up with failed attempts. I failed in my very own ways, and friends used to eat them and give no too bad comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me smile when i recall the times when my sushi went too sour with too much of vinegar, my cake was too hard to even feed my dog, my uncooked spaghetti, burnt dishes, Cawanmushi with too much of OX and all my tasteless, too sour, too salty, too oily productions or maybe too disgusted just to take a look at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My embarrassment just simply couldn't ease off especially when i watched my friends eat my failed attempts. Although they have been very polite to me and said my cooking were not bad. Consolations i knew, but i take them as compliments. hha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also reminded me of times when my friends and I stayed up just to finish our undone baking, messy kitchen and all the clumsy stupid things we did at crazy hours when half of the earth was snoring their ways to dreamland. But lately all my friends are busy with their own works, university life makes everyone a different timetable. I hope one day we can gather and do all the random things together like we used to be! :) Goodnight~ oxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2705221140246753171?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2705221140246753171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2705221140246753171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2705221140246753171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2705221140246753171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-funny-little-ways.html' title='My funny little ways.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7588901970861089554</id><published>2011-09-06T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:08:42.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心理测试题：我喜欢玫瑰!你呢?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;下面有4种花，选出你最喜欢的一种，就能测试出你从事哪种职业容易发财？&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　A：木棉&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　B：玫瑰&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　C：郁金香&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　D：香水百合&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;答案分析：测测你做什么职业容易发财&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　你选择：木棉&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　木棉花是一种很朴素的花，从其高高的树型看，你选择木棉花说明你是一个爽快的人，是不会耍阴谋诡计的人。你交友处世都喜欢直来直去，从不在背后用阴招儿，你不适合从事经营业。如果你具备文学艺术天分的话，写作也是能挣大钱的行当。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;　　&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;你选择：玫瑰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;　　选择玫瑰花的你，是一位浪漫、任性而无拘无束的人。你追求宽松的生存空间，你一生中把最好的时光都月在吟风诵月的虚幻中。你颇有艺术天分。请注意，你的挣钱机会不是从事体力职业的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　你选择：郁金香&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　你是一个感情丰富的人，你对感情十分热衷。但你做事虎头蛇尾，如果一丝不苟地工作的话，你就有发财的希望了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　你选择：香水百合&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 24px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;　　你是个生活态度非常严谨的人。你的生活总是有条不紊，你的发式永远不会改变，喜欢洁净，有较高的审美能力。劝你一定要选个好职业，你是个标准的“百万富翁”胚子。&lt;/p&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/2260600557895908144-7588901970861089554?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7588901970861089554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7588901970861089554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7588901970861089554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7588901970861089554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='心理测试题：我喜欢玫瑰!你呢?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2421012824938699335</id><published>2011-06-03T23:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T08:19:16.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I am not hated, but i wish i were loved.</title><content type='html'>One of these days, I was seeking a way out of the darkest time in my life, but no matter how much i tried and I never gonna make it. It's like an overabundance of pathway choices in a maze, i chose and i choose, every decision i made has often been a little too frivolous. Apparently my life has come up with unplanned outings, trying to be an outgoing person but it has always ended up with all my ridiculous extravagant days. Worst when it comes to the hardest part, that i had to cope with reality when all these temporary contentment are vanished into thin air. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is saying -being willing to take the first steps in faith could leads to marvelous heights. Ironically, most of my first steps tumble into a bottomless pit. Greatly, i give out love as much as i can to people around me and i wonder how many of them are actually returned? Sometimes i just secretly wish that random people i meet, they will like me and stay with me and being a long-term-friend. I'm frustrated enough for some of them that can never stop judging. Maybe because I'm not looking interesting enough and soon people forget my present. Some are always telling me to be confident, but i was often dumbfounded by the apparent gap between what is said, what was meant and what was unsaid. Though I aware these ironies in man communication, but i still make the mistake of interpreting things too literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For times, i feel like i'm living in my ordinary life all alone, I shed beneath my smiling mask in the dark and truly wish for a lost track of time, so that i would stop counting down on my dull days before i ever busied and indulged myself with all the extravagances again until i finally broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2421012824938699335?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2421012824938699335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2421012824938699335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2421012824938699335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2421012824938699335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-know-i-am-not-hated-but-i-wish-i-were.html' title='I know I am not hated, but i wish i were loved.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5509025467681876104</id><published>2010-10-26T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T02:02:53.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/jaspal-1.jpg" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-5509025467681876104?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5509025467681876104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5509025467681876104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5509025467681876104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5509025467681876104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-in-my-mind.html' title='What&apos;s in my mind'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3336044547810353028</id><published>2010-10-15T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T02:25:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_2502a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade breakfast of the day :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The flow of my life has just entering into a turning point somehow. Well maybe it's because i have just started my job for a couple of weeks and i'm still learning to adapt myself in such a new environment. Thinking back about my first day, it was rather disappointed but i have made it though. Thanks for the encouragement from my dearest and managers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the fourth day, I got the news from my cousin that my aunty is going to pass away. I always know this time would come and I have ready for it in fact, she has been fighting for her cancer for few years already. I feel so sad to watch her fights till the last gasp of breath and the last tears that wet her eyes has stung my heart. She struggled and tried all her best to stay alive, maybe due to the fright of facing death she has gone through all kinds of chemotherapy. At the end, her body just couldn't take it, eventually she was too weak to fight any longer. RIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to my daily routine, my fellow coursemates have started their new sem. But it's actually a 3 months semester break we are having, and yes i have decided to work part time while the rest of my friends are taking some subjects in advanced. Hope everything goes well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been starting to meet more clients, so it's my 14th day now. Yes, i would confess that each time when i spend time to talk to some of my clients they leave me feeling like jealous, less interesting, less talented and under achiever. Nonetheless, i still appreciate all the people that i have talked to and it would be a time of change for myself to keep going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah, that's all about my current update. See ya, peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3336044547810353028?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3336044547810353028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3336044547810353028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3336044547810353028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3336044547810353028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1757319949758915560</id><published>2010-10-13T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:02:26.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italinese dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/1-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_2532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off day at Italinese! We ordered 3 starters, 2 main course and a strawberry cheesecake. At the end we had to take away the left over chicken, pasta and the cheesecake. LOL. I know we were a little greedy. The next day only i realized the cheesecake is way too large compared to the usual cheesecake out there. Nevertheless, it was still a very nice meal. The cheesecake is very nice even though I eat it after keeping in the fridge for another 2 days. i will go back for the cake for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-1757319949758915560?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1757319949758915560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1757319949758915560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1757319949758915560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1757319949758915560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/10/italinese-dinner.html' title='Italinese dinner'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4127113515528844748</id><published>2010-09-28T17:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:48:06.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams ended.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey hey hey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially unbound from being slaves to my notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither happy nor sad though, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exhausted is the right word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most ridiculous was the last 3 papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 48 hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;broke my record,&lt;/div&gt;6 cups of coffees,&lt;div&gt;40 hours sitting down with notes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep less than 6 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examination, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it finally slipped by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After weeks of struggles and hard fights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you next year!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too tired to think of any holidays plans. I need to sleep!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4127113515528844748?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4127113515528844748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4127113515528844748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4127113515528844748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4127113515528844748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/exams-ended.html' title='Exams ended.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6178538628121233855</id><published>2010-09-15T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:48:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better together- jack johnson</title><content type='html'>(feat. Paula Fuga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no combination of words I could put on the postcard&lt;br /&gt;And no song that I could sing, but I can try because this is your heart and this is&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams and they are made out of real things&lt;br /&gt;Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, we'll look at the stars when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Well it's so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, it's so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I know that they'll be gone when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;They'll be gone too, to many things I have to do&lt;br /&gt;But follow these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene&lt;br /&gt;I'd be under the impression, I was somewhere in between&lt;br /&gt;With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do&lt;br /&gt;Or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories because they look so,&lt;br /&gt;So pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time&lt;br /&gt;And there is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;And there is no combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;But I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're better together&lt;br /&gt;We so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;We so much better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/u57d4_b_YgI/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u57d4_b_YgI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u57d4_b_YgI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6178538628121233855?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6178538628121233855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6178538628121233855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6178538628121233855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6178538628121233855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-together-jack-johnson.html' title='Better together- jack johnson'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-9004332663612055732</id><published>2010-09-15T12:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:53:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final examinations started today.</title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling so much.&lt;div&gt;Prepared for unprepared moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously doubt if im getting stupider as i grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I been drinking coffee these days and lacking of sleep. Perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain is running slower nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously need to get some exercise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and live a healthy lifestyle from now onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so low in mood now ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-9004332663612055732?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/9004332663612055732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=9004332663612055732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/9004332663612055732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/9004332663612055732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/final-starts.html' title='Final examinations started today.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6495348530112645871</id><published>2010-09-13T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:31:21.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ego.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The shield is way too thick to break,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it leads to all the arguments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6495348530112645871?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6495348530112645871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6495348530112645871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6495348530112645871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6495348530112645871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/shield-of-my-ego-is-way-too-thick-to_13.html' title='My ego.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2838010100780857068</id><published>2010-09-08T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:52:47.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omgosh, i almost dead just now at a cross junction. I didn't realised the traffic light has turned red and a bunch of motorbikes just accelerated their bikes toward my side. It was merely a few seconds difference to crash and collide into them, luckily i surpassed the blare of honks without a scratch. I saw angry faces muttering curses at me from the side mirror. At that instant i could barely feel my heart beating. I admit that i was not focusing and was driving with an empty mind due to lack of sleeping i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there, just came back from another random dimsum session with the girls at Kuchai at 10am, it was my idea but at the end i was too tired to wake up. By the way, I drove all the way to Kuchai to realize that i don't know how to get there actually. Back to facing my book now, i'm thinking a way to settle myself with them. I really needed to ground myself in a room without my laptop and my phone or whatever devices that can get me connected with outside world. I should have pack my books and some food along and get back to setapak, the empty condominium. Maybe it's the best way to force myself to study. Getting away from all sorts of distractions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here i am doing my last update at facebook, hotmail and my blogspot. I tumbled across &lt;a href="http://bingsee.blogspot.com/"&gt;bing&lt;/a&gt;'s blog, i find it rather funny when she said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;如果人类都像bacteria那样一团团&lt;/span&gt;" (If human were born with the shape of bacteria--&gt;dough-like). Well, I was exactly thinking the same thing; if everyone is identical to each other, then there would be no sexual attraction between people anymore. I guess i won't even bother to get myself dressed up for every single outings. I couldn't imagine my dough-like figure either, with the fact that im clubbier and flabbier compared to others. Wth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shall do the full stop here. have a nice day~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2838010100780857068?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2838010100780857068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2838010100780857068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2838010100780857068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2838010100780857068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/escape.html' title='An escape.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4873610299993045662</id><published>2010-09-08T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:18:17.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just a habit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes, i would hang on there just to listen to your snore when i knew you had fell asleep while i was telling you about my wonderful stories. Because i worry if i hang up the call, you would awaken by the cut-off-tone. So i would just wait and wait till i make sure that you are sleeping deep enough to aware if i hung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You call me every night at a fixed time, probably calling me has became your habit before you sleep. But one thing i couldn't tolerate is how you got distracted while you're calling me. I am enough of your denials because i just knew it whenever you didn't pay attention to me. I wasn't being sensitive at all, i'm aware of it indeed. It takes you so long before you respond to my question and to be frank i'm frustrated of waiting for your respond. Tears would roll down my cheeks while i'm waiting in the silence between the conversation but you seem perfectly fine with that. It's because you were too busy to even notice you had paused for awhile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You knew it pretty much that i didn't like it, but you just do it repeatedly. You seem more interesting on clicking and checking your facebook, texting a friend or even playing a PSP while you're calling me! FML, anything but me. Tonight, I'd lost my strength and my heart stinging with pain. My tears burns in the back of my throat i wanted to tell you how much i felt. I don't think there is even a point anymore for you to call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4873610299993045662?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4873610299993045662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4873610299993045662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4873610299993045662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4873610299993045662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-just-habit.html' title='It&apos;s just a habit.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-407653177462409454</id><published>2010-09-07T14:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:23:07.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollable-flats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am looking for a rollable-flats so badly! Where can i get this in Malaysia? This is a must-have-shoes for every women. Especially for a girl like me who rely so much on heels, because they simply make my legs look longer and slimmer. While it is true that they make my legs look slimmer, it also bring suffer to me in the name of good looking. My angry boyfriend complaints alot whenever i wore high heels for date because i just couldn't take it after a few hours of walking. Apparently, i have to bring an extra sandals and a paper bag with me. This is funny for him, and i felt the same way too. This is not a new thing anymore, i know i m so outdated to just found out that Footzyrolls has started its collection since 2009 at Miami, Florida. These flats are stylish, comfortable and most important it can be stuff in even my clutch! Unfortunately, i tried to purchase from their website but malaysia is not available!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/aa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Photos are taken from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delicatesoles.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know about this? Please let me know if u do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More info please google about &lt;a href="http://www.footzyrolls.com/everyday.html"&gt;FootzyRolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya peeps~&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/2260600557895908144-407653177462409454?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/407653177462409454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=407653177462409454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/407653177462409454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/407653177462409454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/rollable-flats.html' title='Rollable-flats.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1042437699157641947</id><published>2010-09-06T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T17:05:40.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna go Taiwan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_2324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, this had bugging me for awhile so, trying to decide whether to go for a backpacking trip or just purchase a round island trip instead? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had spent a few hours searching for a good deal at Matta Fair last Friday. Unfortunately, i couldn't find a package which would include the air fares plus a maximum of 3 days of tours only because i was planning to extend the return flight so that we could travel on ourselves for the remaining days. Saddest news was, we'd missed the RM199 taipei all-in-fares!! It was sold out when we finally decided to call up the agent on the last day which was yesterday. :( sad sad sad So now the returns flight becomes RM800 per pax T.T This late decision costs RM500, good grief!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm planning a trip to visit Taiwan end of this year and i can't wait for it. In my heart, i am pretty sure that I wanted to explore on my own rather than following a bunch of people and everything is nicely planned ahead for us. I had experience a backpacking trip before and i love it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The date is already confirmed, i'm travelling on 1st Jan 2011! Now i'm waiting for my passport to get done and all the reservations for accommodation over there. I have contacted a few of them and hopefully things will sail smoothly. And i have decided to get myself a new gadget - a wide angle lens for this trip. Just mere thinking about it, i'm so excited by now. Meanwhile, i will be working for 3 months during my coming semester break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shyt, I supposed to be studying for finals now. So, I need to temporarily leave this thing aside before it affects my study motivation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img height="300" width="550" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/3358233_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gao Mei Shi Di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-family:Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;高美溼地&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/121699d7709g214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Su Hua Road 苏花公路(Copied from Jenny's blog)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-1042437699157641947?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1042437699157641947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1042437699157641947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1042437699157641947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1042437699157641947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/wanna-go-taiwan.html' title='Wanna go Taiwan.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7579266204576483564</id><published>2010-09-05T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:49:42.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you ever miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, emotions overwhelmed me. I tend to caught in a deep thought so easily when i am stuck at home alone. Not exactly my home, i have been hiding out myself these days in my currently rented condominium. Partly due to i have been slave to my books for the finals which is just lying around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After came across with some blogs and some statuses people posting at facebook, i just realized i have really miss my high school friends so much. And now it hits me, I wonder if someone ever miss me out there? Frowning..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm suffering of remorse after keeping broken contacts with them. I should have said hello once in awhile to tell them that i miss them. Speaking of reality, if i ever did that i'm afraid of the respond that i will be getting. Saddest part is, they might be thinking if i was forwarding a text to a wrong person. Or in worse case, getting no replies. Maybe because i'm not even worth that 10cents of text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uni stuff had piled up like endless stories. Perhaps it is the only reason we ended up into individual life like now. Even though i had attended as much as possible meet ups i could, but i think it's just not enough. The bonding between us are not that real anymore. Because we never share a thing anymore beside than casual greetings. I wish we will share all the stories ever again, just like how we did last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Not trying to seek for any attentions but i crave for cares, indeed.&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/2260600557895908144-7579266204576483564?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7579266204576483564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7579266204576483564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7579266204576483564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7579266204576483564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-you-ever-miss-me.html' title='Will you ever miss me?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1416957120040978541</id><published>2010-09-04T19:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:46:23.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As they come and go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friends come and go in life. Just a couple of months ago, another of them leaved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were three of us, being observed as good friends to others. &lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; always spent time together during classes, though &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; don't share much about our personal stories but &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; get along quite well, at least &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; never fight. Maybe it is because we did not share much and things started to evolve as the underlying strangeness creep in. It will never be worked out, i tried to save the whole matter but it was a bit too late. The calm water is now full of ripples, both of them realized they have so much in conflicts. Therefore, our friendships went crashed to the hard ground and die into nothing. I was very very pissed and disappointed at a point, to be ditched by someone. It grew loathing in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe every man will eventually go through a time to change for a greater good. I hope you would learn to be a better man in your newly found-oh-so-comfortable-zone with your mate. Man with mature thinking seems lesser nowadays, i wonder where are they exactly hiding at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am glad that another one stayed with me, we begun to share a little more than ever. After all, i think friendships should share their feelings with each other, in order to keep the momentum to goes on. As time passes on, i begin to think that life is too short to angry over someone. Moreover, to hate someone is weary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever you request for a help i will still lend my hand, because we were friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-1416957120040978541?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1416957120040978541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1416957120040978541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1416957120040978541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1416957120040978541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-they-come-and-go.html' title='As they come and go.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2363560251812635272</id><published>2010-09-03T23:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:19:49.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What used to be good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every time when I'm sad or angry, I can hardly utter a word because words are hiding inside the glands of my brain. I know what is it supposed to speak but I keep it quiet instead. It feels like I had split into a few &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; and start speaking among myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel sad when i realized we do not share a single mutual interest. I'm dread to think if things get worse till &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; came. The day when we pass by each other without saying hello. The day when my heart had crushed into a million pieces. The flames of anger blinded yourself, every single word you deliver is hurtful. My tears were helpless and i hope you could kiss them dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think to myself what used to be good, then I printed a last kiss on your chest to replace the word &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2363560251812635272?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2363560251812635272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2363560251812635272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2363560251812635272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2363560251812635272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-used-to-be-good.html' title='What used to be good.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6497241745726605544</id><published>2010-09-03T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T02:14:22.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you think that life is bad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://xe0.xanga.com/41ff625408132266357616/s212448612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would you like to be an egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get to be laid once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only get eaten once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 4 minutes to get hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 minutes to get soft...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You share your box with 5 other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But worse of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only chick that ever sat on your&lt;br /&gt;face is your Mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cheer up! Your life isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day~ nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6497241745726605544?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6497241745726605544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6497241745726605544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6497241745726605544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6497241745726605544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-you-think-life-is-bad.html' title='If you think that life is bad..'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-492902475207303382</id><published>2010-09-01T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:53:22.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice my smile when i slide my fingers into yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despite of all the fights we had, we are still together. The wheel of time had forward so fast before i could notice, and now it brought us to the 15th month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the moments when we kissed and hugged each other, so real like the air i breath in every day, the feelings are just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;beyond descriptive words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That night as i stared upon your sleeping face, i shed. Of all the love you richly poured on me, how much have i returned? Things that i hunger from you are getting stronger as i commit myself to this affair. I laughed myself for trying to change you into someone that i desired. It took me long before i realized to change own self is hard, let alone others. I felt guilty over my selfishness and the pain i gave you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is now giving a hard lesson to me, a lesson for understanding myself. It is rather hard to distinguish myself because in the midst of my pondering mind, i had lost my direction. There are several characters inside that constantly transforming from one into another. It comes to my fear that no longer do i know what I want, I'd stuck in the definition of perfection and imperfection. My dreams, should they be given up and be introduced to reality? Or i shall shake off all my doubts in head and just go with the flow as time marches on, to tell myself it's perfect. But, the urge of wanting more and stepping to wondrous land are kept pushing my mind goes astray. I am afraid, afraid that time would ruin everything that had built. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Like any other girls, I like sweet sucking words, cute little texts in the morning, heart throbbing and heart trashing surprises anytime. I crave because i want it from you. No one else, but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2260600557895908144-492902475207303382?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/492902475207303382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=492902475207303382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/492902475207303382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/492902475207303382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/09/notice-my-smile-when-i-slide-my-fingers.html' title='Notice my smile when i slide my fingers into yours.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7637105389308136581</id><published>2010-08-30T00:57:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:51:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old song i haven't heard in awhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;People once told me, time heals wound, but guess my wound took unusual long enough to heal. Listening to an old song, i indulged myself with the voyage of seeking for something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; tried not to wander back. I let my life run faster so that time could wash away the darkest, unwanted part of my memories. But sometimes, things that i encountered remind me of everything. Once, i had convinced myself to let go but unconscious moment hits me and emotions begin to strike as i watched my past flows by. I am so confused why this part of my unwanted memory kept appearing. I could not comprehend why do i still feel sad, the invisible sadness that lie so deep inside my soul as if it has almost vanished away, yet the shadows can be seen at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It must be the scar that were once the pains, it does not fade with time but like echoes chasing me so close, whispering into my ears, trying to remind me of something, something that i tried to run away so far from it awhile ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;text-align: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In times of heartache, it came to my realization that i wanted to immortalize things in my thoughts. Perfectly sealed it and locked it at the darkest, deepest corner of my heart. I wanted to meet someone in future, whom is so closely that could replaces that empty space. But, is that possible? Do i really have the fate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Unknowingly, my thoughts run too wildly till another morning came by. The sun beam pierces through the curtain, i'm dread to think any further because i knew very well that jealousy is killing me little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&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/2260600557895908144-7637105389308136581?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7637105389308136581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7637105389308136581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7637105389308136581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7637105389308136581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-old-song-that-i-havent-heard-in.html' title='An old song i haven&apos;t heard in awhile.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6088515959565739882</id><published>2010-08-18T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T00:21:48.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the rain...</title><content type='html'>雨天&lt;br /&gt;好冷&lt;br /&gt;哪儿有拥抱买?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人总是很傻&lt;br /&gt;明明知道不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;却越满怀希望&lt;br /&gt;结果失望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失望&lt;br /&gt;就像从高空下坠&lt;br /&gt;一碰地面就碎成粉沙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女生为何爱口是心非?&lt;br /&gt;明明很想却装出一副一无其事的样子&lt;br /&gt;最后还不是恨自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是快把那个thermo读完， 然后大睡一场&lt;br /&gt;也许不开心的都能忘记。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6088515959565739882?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6088515959565739882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6088515959565739882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6088515959565739882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6088515959565739882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html' title='Beneath the rain...'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5425875166883221801</id><published>2010-03-31T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:57:57.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 cancer-causing food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot dogs &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;high in nitrates, the Cancer Prevention Coalition advises that children eat no more than 12 hot dogs a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Processed meats and bacon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;high in sodium nitrates found in hot dogs, bacon, and other processed meats raise the risk of heart disease. The saturated fat in bacon contributes to cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doughnuts &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doughnuts are cancer-causing double trouble. First, they are made with white flour, sugar, and hydrogenated oils, then fried at high temperatures.t to raise your risk of cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;French fries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like doughnuts, French fries are made with hydrogenated oils and then fried at high temperatures. They also contain cancer- causing acryl amides which occur during the frying process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chips, crackers, and cookies &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Made with white flour and sugar. Even the ones whose labels claim to be free of trans-fats generally contain small amounts of trans-fats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-5425875166883221801?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5425875166883221801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5425875166883221801&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5425875166883221801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5425875166883221801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/03/hot-dogs-because-they-are-high-in.html' title='Top 5 cancer-causing food'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-9001272227110157895</id><published>2010-03-30T17:54:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:55:14.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pls, you don't deserve it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I drove to school early in the morning hopefully could reserve a parking at S block. By 8am I managed to reach to the campus. As I don't often drive to school, therefore I do not familiar with rule that I need to prepare my student id for the guard to "check in".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I requested politely if s block still has some space for me and the guard on duty nodded. I was happy and quickly dug out my wallet to get my id card and handed it to the guard. When the card was just about to reach his hand, an old man came out and commanded me to do a U-turn. The gutless no-position guard handed back my id to me. It was strictly meant “forget about the parking at S block!” to me. I tried to explain myself that I didn’t know because I seldom drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Miserably, not even a word that went in to his ears. Worst still, he then raised his voice to repeat himself and commanded me to leave. I was stunned by his intolerant and was certainly extreme upset of his prejudiced attitude. I muttered curses under my breath and drove away. As I swallowing my anger down to my stomach, an incident that happened last week flashed through my mind, and tears burst in the back of my throat. Conflicts we came across last week were rather exasperated, I aware that he was taking thing personally and treated me bias this morning. I guess he was fumed by the curse I made last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awhile later, I finally found somewhere to park my car outside the school and tried to chill myself down. But, I cried all my way from the back entrance to the dsa block. Later I registered myself again at the student affair to make the complaint about the security for the second time as I have did it just last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was weak to control my emotions at that moment and was sobbing in the office till I chilled down. The staff waited patiently and finally we talked about that matter. Soon, she called him on the phone to clarify the matter I reported. And I was right that he was angry about the curse I made last week. He heard I was calling him to hell. What is funny was he said i was blocking the way where there was only one car behind me, and my id was almost in the guard's palm. He wanted apologize from me to settle the matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ironically, he was the one who did not listen to my request last week, when I told him I just wanted to pick up my friend; unreasonably, they assumed that I wanted to park at s block. No matter how much I explained, and I even suggested him a way that will make sure I will be out of the school area in very soon, but they were all useless because he NEVER listen and ignore everything I tried to explain. For god’s sake, I have my limitation also kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I laughed in a sarcastic way and asked the lady staff to try to stand in my shoes. In addition, I did clarified to her that I was just expressing my frustration by three words “what the heck”. And I was not even cursing to him. Retarded old man, gosh! I came back to the office at 10pm, now she told me that he was complaining about my courtesy all these while. Well, all I could say is I give in to all your nonsense. I am certain that if you were treating me right, I wouldn’t need to be rude in the first place. I’m just letting u to taste your own medicine. How does it taste? Real disappointed with Utar’s management, ain’t students should be treated as the first priority? All I can see is the feigned ignorance to this whole affair by standing on the very unprofessional security’s side. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NO CHOICE, this is Utar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/2260600557895908144-9001272227110157895?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/9001272227110157895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=9001272227110157895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/9001272227110157895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/9001272227110157895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/03/pls-you-dont-deserve-it.html' title='Pls, you don&apos;t deserve it!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6676311411006008094</id><published>2010-01-25T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:58:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feeling sick when i don't even know who is lying!! Tick tock tick tock.. Don't believe anyone, just believe yourself. Make sure never listen to one side. Be responsible of your very own stuff when u're living outside especially when you share one unit with some unknowns..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6676311411006008094?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6676311411006008094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6676311411006008094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6676311411006008094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6676311411006008094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-sick-when-i-dont-even-know-who.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2873256260300745815</id><published>2010-01-24T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:59:03.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想生病。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;我想生病。生病就像一场人生的思考，可以让人沉静。這樣可以让人更清醒地去认识自己﹐去检点自已，也希望能在迷迷糊糊的病態中沉睡﹐然後把那些不快樂的都变成了过往云烟。也许只是因为我想要一些关怀。 昨晚向你要求了那二十分鐘陪我聊天﹐因為你不肯所以我說讓你看完你的連續劇就直接去睡。我很傷心你竟然說我無理取鬧不肯多等你二十分鐘﹐不讓你有自己的私人時間﹐不顧你的感受﹐最後還把電話給蓋了。我哭了好久好久。你不要一直把我弄哭然後又不讓我哭好嗎。那你又有試過了解我的心情嗎。真的有嗎。我只是不想等到兩點半去。我很討厭自己就是不夠你罵﹐每次都是罵輸。我是女孩子叻﹐男生不都應該讓女生嗎。剛剛我好好的跟你說我需要想一想﹐你就不能讓我想想嗎。一直問我要想什麼﹐最後還是把罵成是我的錯。以前那個很好很好的人好像已經迷路在森林﹐再也找不回了。好像已經不比以往那樣珍惜我﹐一直要我背上所有的錯誤。幾時開始你已經沒再認錯﹐沒再認真的道歉過。你的現在的道歉好像都不像以前的那種懇求得到原諒的道歉。你的朋友都說是你把我給寵壞了﹐是你的朋友比較了解我還是你?你都開始不寵我﹐一直說我在你的心刮了很多橫疤。我現在很想很想生病。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2873256260300745815?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2873256260300745815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2873256260300745815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2873256260300745815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2873256260300745815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='想生病。'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4028408817259617015</id><published>2010-01-23T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:02:01.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Received something that can only caused me respondless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic; "&gt;The heart is the place where we live our passions. It is frail and easily broken, but wonderfully resilient. There is no point in trying to deceive my heart. It depends upon my honesty for its survival, that y i wanna say that, "my heart have gr8 reasons dat reasons does not really understand how much i feel about you.... Can't stop thinking of you angel!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I received above text message from a guy, we just know each other recently. I seriously don't know what to feel about it. Hope you're okay now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4028408817259617015?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4028408817259617015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4028408817259617015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4028408817259617015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4028408817259617015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/01/heart-is-place-where-we-live-our.html' title='Received something that can only caused me respondless.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4189969131091140103</id><published>2010-01-23T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:02:50.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sour feeling is burning my stomach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps, it is true that everyone has their very own fated destination. Sometimes i would still envious of some life which had perfectly well planned by the god. At times, i dislike what is going on with myself, the life. Always wish that i could one day change it and be like one of those kind, the beautiful ones. When comes to comparison with the poor ones, i know i should be glad that i am way better compared to those poor ones. But i am too weak to convince my heart to not jealous of them, though i knew it very much that there is no point at all. It is just a way to be optimistic about fate, isn't it. I never stop dreaming of getting the bigger the better, like whomsoever i had admired how nice is their life. At this point, it leads me to greed more and become more selfish. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is hard for me, but i have left no choice but to study them and eventually hopefully i can accept them. Appreciate is easy, but greed is stronger, more evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4189969131091140103?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4189969131091140103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4189969131091140103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4189969131091140103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4189969131091140103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/01/perhaps-it-is-true-that-everyone-has.html' title='The sour feeling is burning my stomach.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2997131702056795588</id><published>2010-01-15T01:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:03:55.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_6076edit1.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Urgh.. 3 more days, Utar is waiting for me. How should i feel at this moment? Mixed feelings, seriously. Thinking back my sem 1 and sem 2, if it is not assignments and tutorials i should be dead long ago. Bunch of guy friends. Ping Pong during break time, what a life!! Canteen food was sucks. No leng lui and leng cai for me to peep on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_6078.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Chop rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But one thing i really missing it right now is the chicken chop rice which was recommended by my sister at one of the hawker stalls nearby TBR. Yummilicious. Best ever food i had in setapak. LOL. maybe setapak doesn't bad as i described, i should have explore more.. hmmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, there is another i am worrying right now. The place that i currently rented has thief!! Gosh. and the suspected one is my housemate(Main tenant's roommate). First, my money was stolen by unknown, i found it out when i was going to pay for my food at school. Then i thought maybe i have misplaced it. Months later, i got to know that another housemate also lost her money. And the money was kept inside her drawer in her room without the lock. Her room is linked to the master bedroom through the shared washroom and has no lock. Which means they can excess to each other rooms. Then last week i received a call from the housemate, said that another housemate encountered the same problem. Another RM150 is gone. And this afternoon they called me again and told me that they lost both their laptop's battery. Eventually they fought with the main tenant and the roommate over the incidents. They obviously denied it strongly and said that "we are so rich and why would we wanna take your money, perhaps you guys are the thieves and simply blame us for that." That sounds a little stupid though. As they updated me again, i got to know that they are moving out of the house by end of this month. So they are now temporarily staying at friend's house while looking for a new place with better facilities. In another words, they didn't plan anything for me and my roommate. Much to my disappointment, they were just assume that we have our own friends to help us out. Urghh, so selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now u get me what is the mixed feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2997131702056795588?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2997131702056795588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2997131702056795588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2997131702056795588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2997131702056795588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/01/urgh.html' title='Mixed feelings.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1537674080997922517</id><published>2010-01-06T00:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:04:33.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year to ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My holidays started about a month ago and now it is almost reaching to the end as next week will be the beginning of my semester 3. It was really low stress and high on joys. All of that happenings special thanks to all my dear friends and beloved ones. The school work is done, the days are picked up, the meals are planned and I'm open to whatever adventures i dream up. So there it is. Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched the movies. Enjoyed the nice food. Been to Gathering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as much as i can&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with my old friends before the uni restarts and i got grounded at Setapak. One thing i love the most is travel to places randomly because my camera was excited, and we were exploring towards great places and inspiration just hit me right on the mood. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_0336edit1.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Handmade x'mas cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for Christmas, i finally open up the dusty oven and do the baking after a very long pause. And i did some handcraft too for the X'mas presents exchange. Some of you might wonder, why do we need to do things only on that particular day or going out for a fancy dinner and jostle each other in the crowd. Because this is the big day and so we must enjoy it. It is worth celebrating with every good thing we have can. This is life, and life never bored with all these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_6399edit1.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-style: italic; "&gt;Randomly drove down to Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More importantly it was part of the plan, the holidays plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And finally the year of 2009 is ended. Of all the passed 20 years, it was the greatest year. So many first-time-encounters. As i came across a blog of my friend, she made me realized lots of great things that i did in the year of 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On 1st Jan 2009, i was with &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://minshii.blogspot.com/2010/01/her-y2009-massive-loads.html"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; sitting down on a little hill nearby to her place. No fancy party but just two lost kids desperately hoping for fireworks from everywhere. Simple yet i had so much fun! But the fireworks were like tiny little drop of popcorns. Kesian, at the end i had to like photoshop our photos by download some fireworks. Then i earned the biggest amount of income in four months time(12k). I learned to go clubbing. I bought most dresses and cosmetics. Bought myself a laptop, a Dslr 1000d. First time study in a university and partially moved out of my house and pay for my own rental. And first time someone asked me to become his girlfriend, first time accepted the boy after the encouragement. And also first time, someone (not the boyfriend) confessed to me in person. Sorry for him, i was left to say thank you politely to him only. I don't really believe in fall in love at first sight though. I guess he was about to read a poem to me. LOL The most restaurants i dine in were japanese restaurants. Eventually i had all the free movies, pity the boy had to pay for all my bill. But he used to tell me it's all worth it so I am happy too. Not because of the bill, but everything! Nevertheless, the last day of 2009 i spent it at a little hill also. But this time with the crowd, and the fireworks were awesome. 75% romantic. Stand by the roadside and admire how the fireworks being spilled out of the lighted up little town below the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3962fb.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3851.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Langkawi Oct '09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_0782.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eton Mess.&lt;/span&gt; Best dessert of the year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, it's pretty busy, pretty full, and there's lots of wiggle in life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope that I can pass on some of the love and the joy that was so richly poured out on me. Maybe for some of you may think that those are just normal little things, but i find them pretty interesting because i always take little things special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wishing a better year ahead. Much of love!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now i am dreaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;our dreams&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/2260600557895908144-1537674080997922517?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1537674080997922517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1537674080997922517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1537674080997922517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1537674080997922517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-to-ya.html' title='Happy New Year to ya!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7003035811866214684</id><published>2009-12-13T02:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:04:52.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I count down like always :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_9083.jpg" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_9085.jpg" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No-make-up-exhausted-of- exam-face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally reached Saturday, it's a day for SA paper and a day for shabu shabu steamboat! I'm not fond of steamboat but yesterday when i was google-ing this place (bandar puteri), those photos remind me of those days when i hang out with my friends at shabu shabu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Exam at 2pm was still manageable and i was having real tension for 5 damn hours. The day before i was so relax, all day sitting down in front of the computer till i got shoulder ache. I guess you never wanna know what i was doing the whole night, i was playing with all the lame arcade fb games. And because i strained my eyes i got tired at night and didn't get to study. Worse still, coffee wasn't effective!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up at 11am the next morning and i started to worry and get so nervous was trying real hard to squeeze everything into my that half-filled brain. Until the exam finished, i can feel my hands were so cold and they were kept shaking constantly until 4pm when i handed up the answer sheets! Phew~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So thursday the last paper!! No mood to continue le :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_9099.jpg" height="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_9089.jpg" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_9090.jpg" height="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7003035811866214684?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7003035811866214684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7003035811866214684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7003035811866214684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7003035811866214684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-count-down-like-always.html' title='I count down like always :)'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5280747932319286285</id><published>2009-12-10T15:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:06:41.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake for 24 hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stayed up the whole night, brush my teeth before leave my house at 9.55am. Hit the school at 10.30am-just right. Met Mr tan and saw my mid term paper, basically all wrong -i knew- just wanna get a chance to meet sir to ask several questions. Relieved all my question marks and listen to my favorite hitz while i drive with single hand macam sangat bergaya. Back to PJ and get my license photo printed. Headed to JPJ while waiting read up chapter 5 and slept for half and hour like a nobody. Observed the happy faces slowly transforming into bored faces, then frowned, and lastly sleepy heads. Because out of 12 counters, only 2 are functioning. You tell me larh, how are you going to feel! Drove home like a zombie but old town attracted me. A guy was so kind to offer me the free parking ticket. Got myself Ice kacang and bumped into a form 6 junior. Sat down with him and wait for him to finish his lunch while we talk the randoms. Ah bi called and i faster run home. Eat the ice kacang and now type the blog. Wanna continue study, so i off the computer now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LOL, bear with my lameness. I am bored with the calculations!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Need entertainment badly right now. Movie anyone?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-5280747932319286285?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5280747932319286285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5280747932319286285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5280747932319286285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5280747932319286285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/12/awake-for-24-hours.html' title='Awake for 24 hours.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2945380027546503723</id><published>2009-12-09T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:06:57.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pttf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder how systems in Malaysia are so suck at times. This JPJ near my place here is miserably small and located at somewhere hidden. Went to JPJ today and thought of renew my license but i didn't expect that the queues are damn long one. So, i picked a number and realized i gotta wait for 100+ people ahead, and there's one guy sitting on the staircase next to the reception counter asked me if i wanna renew my license and he could help but need to pay extra RM10 and my new license can be done in 5 minutes. I just nodded my head and thank him because i wouldn't spend RM10 just like that, though i know time is precious too. Later he told me that i need to get a photo, and with his name can get RM10 for 10 pieces of photos instead of RM15. But i  suddenly remembered how sucks last time the photo i took when i got my L license that time and also RM10 so i just sighed and drove home. Made my own photo with my canon 1000d and going to print it at photo shop - it costs the same. But, after i done everything it is late and i gotta come back tomorrow morning. Hopefully i don't have to line long queue if i go there early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why don't they make it a bigger place and more systematic so that their job can be done easily so the queue can be lessen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2945380027546503723?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2945380027546503723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2945380027546503723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2945380027546503723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2945380027546503723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/12/pttf.html' title='Pttf.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7129650742084242496</id><published>2009-12-08T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:57:20.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/Untitled-1.gif" height="20" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Starbucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_8849edit1.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't focus on my revision anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i need a cup of starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazelnut Chocolate~&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/2260600557895908144-7129650742084242496?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7129650742084242496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7129650742084242496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7129650742084242496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7129650742084242496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-starbucks-i-couldnt-focus-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-59720830308456598</id><published>2009-12-07T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:51:29.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High tea at secret recipe &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/Ilovesecretrecipe.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across a post in facebook which talks about "you like it, and i will like it too" by bing see. So, if someone u liked doesn't like something(that you kind of liking it) and somehow u will eventually practise not to like it either. And so happened to my passion towards cake. Haha. It's just weird and a little sweet when u think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've been craving for cakes since yesterday midnight, and yeah i had it in secret recipe just now. I'm satisfied and got the mood to study right now. Final examinations are around the corner already. In fact, this Saturday is my Structural Analysis' paper and another one will be on 17th for my project management. After 17th, Christmas holiday here i come! Can't wait for it. I feel loved. Movies and lovely outing lately, i think I m having too much of them already till I'm actually no mood for any revisions. Haha. Oh by the way, the mood is always not there even if I'm going to anywhere. Isn't it , everyone the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took away my favorite Chicken Cornish. I had the chocolate cheese there and sister ordered the new york cheese. Nevertheless, secret recipe is very kind to serve the free coffee too!! Feel loved. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_8809.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_8763.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_8760.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_8758.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-59720830308456598?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/59720830308456598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=59720830308456598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/59720830308456598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/59720830308456598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/12/high-tea-at-secret-recipe-3.html' title='High tea at secret recipe &lt;3'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7660515537302989410</id><published>2009-11-29T01:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:22:27.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires Vs Werevolves. I still admire vampires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_7350.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/nandoschicken.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Nando's chicken  yesterday at One U. It was a yummy one and satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we watched New Moon. Finally it is on screen after waited for a year. The movie is abit draggy though, maybe Stephanie Meyer is good at writing but not directing a movie. I found it funny at some parts of the movie, the moment when Alice saw Bella has became a vampire, how she and Edward was running in the wood. I felt stupid and funny. And, i was confused too when Bella was actually said I love you to Jacob yet she told him that her choice is always been Edward. Another scene was, when they were in the cinema. Jacob and another guy *forgot his name* how they stand by their hands beside Bella and ready to hold her hand. I've loved the last part when they meet the Volturi!! The old fashion vampires, their are all very pretty and sexy!! The way they dressed up, the beautiful color changing eyes and most attractive when they speak very fluent. I will be looking forward for the next one, Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/chocolatelounge.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before movie, we found a very pleasant place at Theobroma Chocolate Lounge. I totally in love with their drinks, so chocolaty and smooth. We ordered one Princess of Iceland and one Ms Coco Frappe. I totally will come back for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/mscocofrappe.jpg" width="466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_7364.jpg" height="466" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chocolate freak like me who always never get enough of chocolate, keep scraping the pretty swirl of hardened chocolate at the inner glass. Then, he scolded me sakai. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2260600557895908144-7660515537302989410?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7660515537302989410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7660515537302989410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7660515537302989410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7660515537302989410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/vampires-vs-werevolves-i-still-admire.html' title='Vampires Vs Werevolves. I still admire vampires!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2291239288016603270</id><published>2009-11-29T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:52:46.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite white clutch from dear!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/favoritewhiteclutch.jpg" width="699"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2291239288016603270?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2291239288016603270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2291239288016603270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2291239288016603270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2291239288016603270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-favorite-white-clutch-from-dear.html' title='My favorite white clutch from dear!!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3102286083125371502</id><published>2009-11-18T15:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T17:15:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The falling apple is juicy but poisoned.</title><content type='html'>People who you thought you can trust are sometimes just wolf in sheep clothing. They stab you so slow and deep that you can’t pull back. Funny thing is, i let myself to fall into victim when i already knew the trap. Maybe that's law of attraction, making people the prey of sexy charm. As the grass always appeared to sprout greener on the other side of the fence, i called it temptation. Perhaps, i didn't think it was a trap in the first place, but carry a little hope still that i could find the real you. Some people trying to prove that they are here, in the world, actually living the nothingness in life into the something of living. They do anything as long as he thinks himself is hot and sexy. I never said it is wrong of what they are doing, but why? Has life has become too simple that we trying to find something complex to make themselves look ‘sophisticated’? You busy yourself by loads of work and hang out at night clubs to spend your time. The flirtatious behavior, your denials and the rumors i heard from other really make me doubt. No matter whether you are really like that or the nice guy i always believe you are, i hope you can learn to be a better person and learn to be a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3102286083125371502?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3102286083125371502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3102286083125371502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3102286083125371502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3102286083125371502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-falling-apples.html' title='The falling apple is juicy but poisoned.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3129331408691326692</id><published>2009-11-11T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:04:02.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed with emotion.</title><content type='html'>Nothing is better than when you can unleash your emotion. I don't remember the last time when i cried my heart out. I am saying how i really really cry and shout as nobody else could listen. I used to weep silently nowadays, I am sure everyone of us does because you need to worry if your mom or dad will questions about it or maybe your neighbor could hear. I did it when i was driving back just now, scream all my emotions out of my heart that had been accumulated all these while, and scars left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good.，But, i lost my voice. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3129331408691326692?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3129331408691326692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3129331408691326692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3129331408691326692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3129331408691326692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/overwhelmed-with-emotion.html' title='Overwhelmed with emotion.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-15699726915283488</id><published>2009-11-10T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:18:46.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END?</title><content type='html'>Been seeing people mention the word "end" in their personal message in msn, status in facebook or even it never absent in conversations that i had came across. I remember i received a text message about it too this morning, but it was a lovely one. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt; Everyone, anytime and everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone talking about end of the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the movie 2012 or is it because of the facts that keep proving the earth is going to an end? I would want some chocolates before it ends, well.. with my loved one. So my friend were talking it too during the boring lecture. He said firstly he would say &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for to his loved one, then play the last round of dota, play the football, bla..*didn't pay attention* and lastly would sleep and wait for the end. One point he mentioned i quite agree was "... and make sure you really die on that day." Ha, i don't wanna live on without my dears either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking worried now. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/stupidface.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-15699726915283488?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/15699726915283488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=15699726915283488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/15699726915283488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/15699726915283488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html' title='END?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3279116676537024804</id><published>2009-11-07T00:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:51:31.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>其实很多男孩子都不知道</title><content type='html'>(Found this interesting, copied from poh yi's blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女孩子在冲他们发火后自己转过身却在不断啜泣。&lt;br /&gt;其实很多男孩子都不知道，&lt;br /&gt;女孩子从来不会真正去生他们的气，因为她是真的喜欢他在乎他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实很多男孩子都不知道，女孩子只会对自己喜欢的男生唠唠叨叨，&lt;br /&gt;也只会对自己喜欢的人耍性子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要知道，假若她不喜欢你，她根本不会来在乎你关心你，怕你做错事情。&lt;br /&gt;你要知道，假若她不喜欢你，她根本不会对你发火不会冲你撒娇让你哄她，&lt;br /&gt;在别人面前她都是淑女。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要知道，假若她不喜欢你，你根本就没有本事让她哭泣，&lt;br /&gt;让她即使生气也不会超过2天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这一切都只是因为她喜欢你，而这一切都因为你还不够在意她不够懂她。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;于是，你们时常争吵，你认为她脾气不好，她认为你不够迁就她。&lt;br /&gt;于是，你们总是冷战，你以为她不喜欢你，她以为你不在乎她。&lt;br /&gt;于是，你们总是莫名其妙的彼此错过，也许擦身而过，本身就是一种悲伤着的无奈与幸福。&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;要知道，凄美依然是美的一种，并且美的绚丽悲凉而沧桑，那是更加的美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为她喜欢你，所以她偶尔冲你发火，时常对你撒娇。&lt;br /&gt;因为她喜欢你，所以她才会生你的气；&lt;br /&gt;而又因为喜欢你，她才不会去生气很久。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可知道，每个女孩子的心都是水晶做的，晶莹剔透，但是很容易就碰伤摔碎。&lt;br /&gt;你可知道，每个女孩子都是不设防的，你那么轻易就闯进她的心，走的时候却只留下伤害。&lt;br /&gt;她从来都不知道，这个世界上根本没有可以让她哭的人，&lt;br /&gt;因为真正值得她哭的那个根本舍不得让她哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她会很矜持，&lt;br /&gt;她会很骄傲，&lt;br /&gt;她会很冷淡，&lt;br /&gt;她总是嘴里说着你走开，心里却一直叫你留下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你了解女孩吗?&lt;br /&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;请你张开你的耳朵，&lt;br /&gt;也请你打开你的心，&lt;br /&gt;去听她心里真正的呼唤，&lt;br /&gt;而不是她嘴里的口是心非。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她会看着你转身，然后她跟着你转身，当侧身而过的时候，&lt;br /&gt;你看不见她的泪，滂沱在脸上心里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你多陪她；&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你多宠她；&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你多让她。&lt;br /&gt;如果你喜欢她，请你去听听她内心的声音，那是呐喊——请拥抱她。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在爱情里，总是彼此伤害，彷佛这样才能证明自己爱得激烈爱到轰轰烈烈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，爱情里没有孰对孰错；&lt;br /&gt;爱情里更加没有你比我多我比你少。&lt;br /&gt;你爱她，她爱你，如此就已经足够。&lt;br /&gt;不要试图让彼此的伤害，让彼此更加脆弱悲伤。&lt;br /&gt;你们彼此相爱，你们需要的是温暖是幸福是甜蜜是快乐，不是伤害。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要用沉默宣战，不要互不相让，&lt;br /&gt;更不要什么话都不讲就冷漠离去。&lt;br /&gt;要知道，你离去的时候，你的眼睛起了雾，她的眼角泛着泪光。&lt;br /&gt;越是安静战火就越深，这是冷战也是彼此的伤害——&lt;br /&gt;无论是怎么的复合，那些伤口曾经存在，抹不去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请跟她一个拥抱，用你的拥抱去化解她心里的悲伤与眼角的泪水。&lt;br /&gt;她喜欢你，她绝对不会拒绝你的拥抱，她只会害怕你的冷漠转身无声安静。　　　　&lt;br /&gt;请记住，相爱的人不要轻易宣战，因为冷战带来的伤害，超出你的预计。&lt;br /&gt;也请记住，只要你喜欢她，没有什么是你接受不了的，&lt;br /&gt;只要你喜欢她，就喜欢她的一切一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么她所有的小性子所有的坏脾气所有的臭毛病，在你眼里都是撒娇。&lt;br /&gt;也请记住，她喜欢你，她需要的不是你真的转身，她嘴里说着的也不是她的真心话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她只是想你宠她，想你抱她，哪怕，没有道歉。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3279116676537024804?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3279116676537024804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3279116676537024804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3279116676537024804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3279116676537024804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-hear-me-im-talking-to-you-across.html' title='其实很多男孩子都不知道'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7913347181357888791</id><published>2009-11-07T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:11:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urghhh, its all about $$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# Jennifer's Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# The Time Traveler’s Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# The Fourth Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# The Twilight Saga: New Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# Where The Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# A Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# Cirque Du Freak: The Vampire's Assistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# The Storm Warriors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# Love Happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;# Couples retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosh, so many movies that i want to watch in this month. I know i know, i am so greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with the stupid phones i am using now. Firstly, i lost my lovely z610i. Then my LG k300i is dang cacat nowadays, -urggh- i should say ''all these while'' and it is getting worse already. Been browsing through the webbies and tryna look for an idle one but they are all boring. Else, stylish ones are expensive. Shouldn't rant anymore. I am very a materialistic girl one like everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been not so girly lately. Wanna get my nails painted,  get new pairs of eyelashes, dresses and get in a nice figure which it could only has been my dream. Need to earn money and spend like a shopaholic. BUT, where got time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Missing you right now.&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/2260600557895908144-7913347181357888791?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7913347181357888791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7913347181357888791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7913347181357888791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7913347181357888791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/urghhh-its-all-about.html' title='Urghhh, its all about $$$'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3550637265983514031</id><published>2009-11-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:21:18.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5265.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The melody stays with you in the lonely night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because i am not there.&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/2260600557895908144-3550637265983514031?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3550637265983514031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3550637265983514031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3550637265983514031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3550637265983514031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/melody-stays-with-you-in-lonely-night.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-161148471316489173</id><published>2009-11-05T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:29:53.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I have been in the happiness for awhile so, everything seems going smoothly and I do not have to worry a thing in life because i found someone with me to share my feelings. I just realised the smoother the life goes, the more i am blinded from reality. I get very easily mood swings nowadays. I do the most ridiculous thing just to hurt myself, more. To get the feeling of numb. The heartbreaking moment is overwhelmed me. Someone slap me awake from insanity please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Im hurt as i break the heart inside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-161148471316489173?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/161148471316489173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=161148471316489173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/161148471316489173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/161148471316489173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-hurt.html' title='What is hurt?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5439861987079517593</id><published>2009-11-05T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:24:04.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, i have transformed into a instant food freak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it really left my no choice staying alone in this empty condominium. It has nice pool, nice gym room, nice view from the balcony but nice food are not available. Slowly i had became a instant food freak who everyday consumes whatever food that is easy to eat without cooking. I even had addicted to instant miso soup nowadays. How miserable. Eventually, my health level is dropped as i always affected by flu and cough. I don't wanna continue like this. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miso soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored the whole afternoon, skipped the school and play the piano in the little living room. Hehe. I guess my housemate is frustrated with my annoying tune. Bare with me. I love the piano but i didn't go for any lessons so that's how it is. Another way to say "stupid" is "slow learner". teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5578.jpg" /&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/2260600557895908144-5439861987079517593?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5439861987079517593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5439861987079517593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5439861987079517593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5439861987079517593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-no-i-have-transformed-into-instant.html' title='Oh no, i have transformed into a instant food freak!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-8177601998723803994</id><published>2009-11-04T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T05:06:54.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should stop eating this =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5574edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-8177601998723803994?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8177601998723803994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=8177601998723803994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8177601998723803994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8177601998723803994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-should-stop-eating-this.html' title='I should stop eating this =('/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6311578536051520277</id><published>2009-11-03T07:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:44:46.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Moment.</title><content type='html'>Omg, can't believe that i actually seldom play with my cam nowadays. What happened!!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pavilion yesterday, sing k with CL the whole afternoon till 5pm something. Well, finally i visited the Red Box Plus which i thought i will never go in a place like this because i rather be simply to go for those normal one. We were late, so we took the less benefit package which offered us no buffet. I had fun singing all the out-of-tune songs to him, hahahahaha. Lost my voice as usual. Well, bare with me cause i only know how to sing all the Jay Chow's and SHE's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5527.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5540edit1.jpg" /&gt;Time flew as i shout my voice lost through the microphone. Went to grab a birthday present before we eat our lunch plus dinner. Hehe, we came back for Ichiban Boshi once again. Was too hungry for photos, still managed to snap 2 delicious and alluring Salmon Bento and Tempura cold soba though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5557.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5558.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5559.jpg" /&gt;Then, went for a movie. The Poker king. Louis Koo is so cute as usual, and Lau Ching Wan is so dummy look as i always remember. Anyways, its just another typical poker games movie like previous had done by others famous hong kian. It was a nice one anyways. Worth the RM10 lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5571edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After movie, gotta go home and finish my tutorials before the sun is up again. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_5562edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appreciate every moment that we spent together.&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/2260600557895908144-6311578536051520277?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6311578536051520277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6311578536051520277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6311578536051520277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6311578536051520277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/11/appreciate-every-moment-we-spent.html' title='Every Moment.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4123545668354820797</id><published>2009-10-30T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:25:05.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks, my favorite always.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one would pay RM 10 when they can buy for a RM 2 coffee, not to mention a RM 20 specialty drink." I mentioned above sentence past 2 days during my presentation. Was happy because my suggestion was taken to be the topic of the assignment. Where else can you find a place like this where you can sit there for 4 hours and enjoy just one cup of your favorite drink there with the comfortable chairs and couches. Can you believe i was sitting there for hours and was playing the very lame facebook flash game, cafe world!! Lame yet addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what worth waiting for.&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/2260600557895908144-4123545668354820797?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4123545668354820797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4123545668354820797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4123545668354820797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4123545668354820797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/starbucks-my-favorite-always.html' title='Starbucks, my favorite always.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7296209201172141618</id><published>2009-10-26T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:46:29.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4433.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4440.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4448.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4444.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4445.jpg" /&gt;Went to this "Taiwan restaurant" and tried out their food last monday. Hey, it is very tasty but the portion was kinda too large for me. I wanted to finish them but sadly i already tried my best. After that went for a movie, WHITE OUT. And later at night, Sushi Zanmai for dinner. Hehe, he purposely brought me there because i was craving for sushi days ago. Everyone wanted Sushi Zanmai, we queued for half an hour and finally got the seats. The sushi are fresh, well, worth the queuing. But i was abit of pissed off that the green tea ice cream was served after we hurry them for 3 times. I love their salmon so much, so fresh and juicy. Will come back for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4457.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4471.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for reminding me of what is love when i almost forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And thanks for the day babe.&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/2260600557895908144-7296209201172141618?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7296209201172141618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7296209201172141618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7296209201172141618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7296209201172141618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-day.html' title='Another day.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6267698018875339081</id><published>2009-10-25T18:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:00:11.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in a blue moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4535edit1.jpg" /&gt;I ventured to the Bukit Jalil Park with ken and my sister this morning. We woke up late, so the plan was actually delayed one hour. It took us 20 minutes to cycle from his house to the park and we had to go through all the uphill and downhill. Downhill was fun though but uphill is totally taking my breath off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4490.jpg" /&gt;Worse more, the sky was drizzling then I had to take care of my cam and at the same time balance the stupid bike. After all i think the morning was quite interesting and healthy rather than sleeping at home till the sun is up. But, all i gained were sore muscle and sleepy head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4511.jpg" /&gt;Then,  our sports attire and the bikes caught the attention of one uncle in the park and he praised we were so sporting. "Well, it is really once in a blue moon." i replied. And we laughed. We cycled back using a shorter way but there are more cars along the highway. Some curious people would threw their one kind stares at three of us and some even honed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a pay back after the sweat work, we had our yummy breakfast somewhere nearby ken's place. The food is so nice. That's would be understatement though. It was really really nice. Chilled at his place till 3 in the afternoon then off we drove home. I played the piano, learnt new song. Credit to him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4513.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4523.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4543.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4493.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4599edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4649.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4661edit1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4485.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6267698018875339081?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6267698018875339081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6267698018875339081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6267698018875339081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6267698018875339081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/once-in-blue-moon.html' title='Once in a blue moon'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-8784181639633699468</id><published>2009-10-22T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:22:57.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im lazy to do the blog anyway, enjoy the photos instead!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/blog8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3109.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3674.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3709.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3884.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3923.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3932.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3972.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_3995.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 20px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i696.photobucket.com/albums/vv328/yukyuk_89/IMG_4044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-8784181639633699468?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8784181639633699468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=8784181639633699468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8784181639633699468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8784181639633699468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/httpimg203.html' title='Im lazy to do the blog anyway, enjoy the photos instead!!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4668499764831416419</id><published>2009-10-22T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:49:41.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad sad sad, the one who supposed to understand you doesn't :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4668499764831416419?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4668499764831416419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4668499764831416419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4668499764831416419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4668499764831416419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-sad-sad-one-supposed-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-576337721490653810</id><published>2009-10-20T07:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T08:05:27.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just back from langkawi, update soon :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Stz9L4ixtBI/AAAAAAAAAww/yMzKt4TCjIc/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Stz9L4ixtBI/AAAAAAAAAww/yMzKt4TCjIc/s400/blog3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394464834281649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无聊之下算了算，我们在一起147天了。&lt;br /&gt;这半年说长不长说短不短，吵架的次数多到算不尽。&lt;br /&gt;谁叫彼此都爱面子，不屈服。&lt;br /&gt;渐渐，我从坚强变成了一个爱哭包。&lt;br /&gt;但其实我很幸福。&lt;br /&gt;回想起早上睡醒来有你帮我准备的牙膏，&lt;br /&gt;那个总是担心我半夜会着凉的你 ，&lt;br /&gt;当我闹别扭时你会深深的吻我，&lt;br /&gt;喜欢你总是把我拉进你怀里后吻我，&lt;br /&gt;我生你的气时你总是逗回我开心，&lt;br /&gt;当我把你惹生气时最后道歉的还是你，&lt;br /&gt;我喉咙痛时你会很无奈的把我吃面的辣椒抢去丢掉，&lt;br /&gt;我生病时你总是准时打来提醒我吃药，&lt;br /&gt;担心我上课会迟到早上特地打来把我叫醒，&lt;br /&gt;虽然打了百多通未接来电你还是不会放弃的继续拨，&lt;br /&gt;你总是悄悄地在我耳边说你有多爱我，&lt;br /&gt;每当我想念你时我电话都很神奇的会响起，&lt;br /&gt;渐渐我习惯了你那无时无刻的问候，&lt;br /&gt;也爱上了那个怕痛但却愿意被我咬的你。&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你愿意爱一个那么任性的我。&lt;br /&gt;怎么办，我舍不得离开了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-576337721490653810?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/576337721490653810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=576337721490653810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/576337721490653810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/576337721490653810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-back-from-langkawi-update-soon.html' title='Just back from langkawi, update soon :)'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Stz9L4ixtBI/AAAAAAAAAww/yMzKt4TCjIc/s72-c/blog3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7548290010272393384</id><published>2009-10-13T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:03:29.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I asked you to go away, you better do.</title><content type='html'>I wish i could stop all these with the reflection here. Maybe the heat does something on me. Such a rough few weeks, it gone just like that. So much of misfortunes. Let's talk about my statics paper, it was canceled at the first time because i was sick and couldn't attend. Then, it took so many hassle for me to apply for the resit, and finally i got respond from Utar. Well, they informed me that it will be on the exact day which i'm flying off to Langkawi. But, i was considered lucky that she willing to change it to a day earlier, but sadly i was in holiday mood for any revision. Nevertheless, i went through. On that particular day, my car broke down when i was on my way to school and the taxi charged me RM25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7548290010272393384?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7548290010272393384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7548290010272393384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7548290010272393384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7548290010272393384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-asked-you-to-go-away-you-better-do.html' title='I asked you to go away, you better do.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3600393538929632406</id><published>2009-10-11T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:06:21.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When i say i miss you, i really do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHCczoW40I/AAAAAAAAAuY/nw4-wQX1KmM/s1600-h/131edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHCczoW40I/AAAAAAAAAuY/nw4-wQX1KmM/s400/131edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391304029090800450" 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/2260600557895908144-3600393538929632406?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3600393538929632406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3600393538929632406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3600393538929632406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3600393538929632406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-say-i-miss-you-i-really-do.html' title='When i say i miss you, i really do.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHCczoW40I/AAAAAAAAAuY/nw4-wQX1KmM/s72-c/131edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-8761952724457770773</id><published>2009-10-11T11:51:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:30:42.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus One Shabu Shabu &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Went to One U on last monday. Another word for window shopping is walking blindly. So, we walked, eat and visited the cinema. Well, fulfilled the condition for a typical date. swt =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's with him and his steamboat. I was dragged into this steamboat restaurant and stuff with so many food. Luckily it was 3 in the afternoon, another day of  3 in one meal. [brunch plus dinner] The ambiance here is comfortable and quiet but the customer service of that afternoon was not that good as expected. Drinks are non refillable and no free desserts for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHxp71ylEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_GCEoLXzOQQ/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHxp71ylEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_GCEoLXzOQQ/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391355931679429698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHwkEmIvDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n9pYLZ262AA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHwkEmIvDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/n9pYLZ262AA/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391354731438849074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="textile"&gt;They offer variety choices of soup for the personal hot pot. &lt;/span&gt;He picked the tom yum one and mine was miso soup out of 10 other choices. As for the dishes we ordered 1 mixed set and 1 hand-made balls set. Well, basically both are both served with same ingredients that come with fishballs, fish slices, lettuce,  carrot, enoki mushroom, one prawn only, one crabstick, chicken meat, cuttlefish, scallop, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fu zuk&lt;/span&gt; (beancurd sheets), an egg and noodle. The difference was there is another 3 additional plates of balls. Very clever la they all. Besides, we added vege and fish slices, must be balance and healthy. We didn't realise we over ordered as i don't eat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHv8VvkkxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/bFg3_iiOMv0/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHv8VvkkxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/bFg3_iiOMv0/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391354048847057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sauce counter. Yes, self-service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGf4ruEYkI/AAAAAAAAArY/tm0BhJ4DPHw/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGf4ruEYkI/AAAAAAAAArY/tm0BhJ4DPHw/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391266025096634946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGf5Nzu9SI/AAAAAAAAArg/gNdgLi8G160/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGf5Nzu9SI/AAAAAAAAArg/gNdgLi8G160/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391266034247202082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGf5s7HCsI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZTvOcV13Cm4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGf5s7HCsI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZTvOcV13Cm4/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391266042599639746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They serve orange juice/mango juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzDe98XnI/AAAAAAAAAso/-1vWxaG97G0/s1600-h/plus5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzDe98XnI/AAAAAAAAAso/-1vWxaG97G0/s400/plus5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391287101373046386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mix set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG7-EI5Q1I/AAAAAAAAAto/ZxKoe8ae9ek/s1600-h/plus8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG7-EI5Q1I/AAAAAAAAAto/ZxKoe8ae9ek/s400/plus8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391296903876526930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hand-made balls set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzDKoZMjI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZH7YtO6R_08/s1600-h/plus4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzDKoZMjI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ZH7YtO6R_08/s400/plus4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391287095913951794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzCuq7s3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/dNyJhqFHHqI/s1600-h/plus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzCuq7s3I/AAAAAAAAAsY/dNyJhqFHHqI/s400/plus3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391287088408408946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recommended, very yummy and chewy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzCH-n54I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2CfTe7Ac2Rg/s1600-h/plus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzCH-n54I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2CfTe7Ac2Rg/s400/plus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391287078022014850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHpvJZ-pUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4NpKbaZnxOk/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHpvJZ-pUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/4NpKbaZnxOk/s400/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391347225127200066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This additional one Rm8 for 6 pieces. Most recommended but quite exp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzBwEdTJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/qfSygis3ITQ/s1600-h/plus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StGzBwEdTJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/qfSygis3ITQ/s400/plus1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391287071604034706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vege, but it was too much. I think it is for 3 persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG7_GbfyZI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JBR5BdljNh4/s1600-h/plus10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG7_GbfyZI/AAAAAAAAAt4/JBR5BdljNh4/s400/plus10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391296921671289234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personal hot pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHtsMl-0dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/dFODRaOFXmw/s1600-h/plus7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHtsMl-0dI/AAAAAAAAAvY/dFODRaOFXmw/s400/plus7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391351572489753042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tom yum dipping sauce is so so good. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHtr35hm2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kr50s9fpHBc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHtr35hm2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kr50s9fpHBc/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391351566934580066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The left over one, with a lil spring onion on it for deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG7-hMBsmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Qcyj0lT_De4/s1600-h/plus9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG7-hMBsmI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Qcyj0lT_De4/s400/plus9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391296911674290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so full after eating not even half of them. Then i started to play with the food and my cam while waiting him to finish his. haha. Got scolded from him for the aftermath. The bill came out slightly pricey though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settled our stomachs, we went for a movie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsunami&lt;/span&gt;. I always love movies.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think the movie was just okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG79tVqM6I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jv657NWLGSk/s1600-h/mov1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG79tVqM6I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jv657NWLGSk/s400/mov1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391296897756050338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm, we hanged at Kei Dak Sek before go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHzogUwc4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/XBWwJ-Cye8Q/s1600-h/056edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHzogUwc4I/AAAAAAAAAv4/XBWwJ-Cye8Q/s400/056edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391358106136507266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHBQ14FkaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MampRnkOm_A/s1600-h/kei8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHBQ14FkaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/MampRnkOm_A/s400/kei8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391302724023587234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3jf4ztyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/08zkN3XXIMw/s1600-h/kei2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3jf4ztyI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/08zkN3XXIMw/s400/kei2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391292049422268194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3hopRpYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/e6ZJvRGgKSE/s1600-h/kei6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3hopRpYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/e6ZJvRGgKSE/s400/kei6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391292017413301634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3h1Tba1I/AAAAAAAAAs4/sG-lDkU5lfw/s1600-h/kei5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3h1Tba1I/AAAAAAAAAs4/sG-lDkU5lfw/s400/kei5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391292020811328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one very nice. Black sesame glutinous rice ball. Very nice! The first sip of the Tong Sui made me think of my granny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHr4NuxmCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QOpqP7ilC4I/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHr4NuxmCI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QOpqP7ilC4I/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391349579930245154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3iXUs1LI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jU6TypBef7M/s1600-h/kei4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3iXUs1LI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jU6TypBef7M/s400/kei4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391292029943469234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered my favorite Black sesame plus peanut tong shui. Very irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3ilHpYOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/PcVKNEU-PgU/s1600-h/kei3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG3ilHpYOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/PcVKNEU-PgU/s400/kei3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391292033646813410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fried taufu with inside soft outside crispy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG79y7tXzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WQQy6CM7dIs/s1600-h/kei7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StG79y7tXzI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WQQy6CM7dIs/s400/kei7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391296899257818930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone keep playing with my cam!!!! &gt;.&lt; jealous kerh?? haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-8761952724457770773?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8761952724457770773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=8761952724457770773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8761952724457770773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8761952724457770773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/plus-one-shabu-shabu-3.html' title='Plus One Shabu Shabu &lt;3'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/StHxp71ylEI/AAAAAAAAAvw/_GCEoLXzOQQ/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7552391847887508964</id><published>2009-10-04T03:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:56:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Fes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5ucMqKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/19W5GFJHxq0/s1600-h/IMG_1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5ucMqKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/19W5GFJHxq0/s400/IMG_1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388479686666496818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5vsHCwhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QYWEV47wc58/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5vsHCwhI/AAAAAAAAAoI/QYWEV47wc58/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388479708117778962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5vDPieXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-gVWHixu4-w/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5vDPieXI/AAAAAAAAAoA/-gVWHixu4-w/s400/IMG_1539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388479697147558258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooncake festival, a day that i used to spend with my grandma, cousins and family every year. Things changed and feeling so dull this year. Today is 101st day my grandma had passed away. Anyways, i was so bored and randomly went out with friends because i just wanna stay out of my house. Nothing special. Except for friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7552391847887508964?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7552391847887508964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7552391847887508964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7552391847887508964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7552391847887508964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/mooncake-fes.html' title='Mooncake Fes'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sse5ucMqKzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/19W5GFJHxq0/s72-c/IMG_1523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3142572638931099203</id><published>2009-10-02T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:10:31.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering with friends.</title><content type='html'>At night I went to Jaya One again. Boon came up with the gathering plan but only miserable 10 people showed up. It's ok we had fun. Hope we can gather more often or do for a trip together-gether. Missing everyone so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkUwXmJbI/AAAAAAAAApo/xLowcafWtdk/s1600-h/IMG_1434edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkUwXmJbI/AAAAAAAAApo/xLowcafWtdk/s400/IMG_1434edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388667261892830642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up at Wendy's at 7.30pm. After discussed for hours, we decided to have our dinner at Station One at last. But they didn't visit the sportbar which at first floor. Theven and Mahes were late and Poh Yi promised to join us later at 9pm but sadly she was late for another 2 hours. Everyone ordered one plate of food except for Boon who had two for his rubber stomach. We had our drinking sessions for 3 happy rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsheEh59k6I/AAAAAAAAAog/dTJN_QVE39U/s1600-h/IMG_1415edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsheEh59k6I/AAAAAAAAAog/dTJN_QVE39U/s400/IMG_1415edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388660386062767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken Chop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poon and Le Ann left early followed by Jia En. After that someone came up with the idea to chill out at Brussels Beer Cafe. This place sells various of expensive imported beer here but yet it is still so crowded. The place was packed with chit-chating people and it made the Starbucks next to it looks so so pale. We girls ordered one pint of hoegaarden and the boys ordered honolulu, something bulldog and cocktail. LOL. i don't remember. During the drinking session, Seow Feng was getting the guys drunk so they could tell her she looks "abit" pretty. By the way, we found Boon's deepest secret. How he wins his gf's heart that had done by his sexy tongue. Oh yeah~ Rest of the night we went on with all kind of stupid and lame jokes. I wonder what are guy's brain made of. Cracked so manyyyy yellow jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpHB8O8oI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_PyQGGRZSGg/s1600-h/IMG_1446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpHB8O8oI/AAAAAAAAAp4/_PyQGGRZSGg/s400/IMG_1446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388672523649872514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpHk5wMHI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SngNRHFXsZM/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpHk5wMHI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SngNRHFXsZM/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388672533034709106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpJAaWubI/AAAAAAAAAqY/e8IQvL5Q5S8/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpJAaWubI/AAAAAAAAAqY/e8IQvL5Q5S8/s400/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388672557599078834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsOkT9LsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TZ6YS_-kFFM/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsOkT9LsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/TZ6YS_-kFFM/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388675951670144706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsN9KWmbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/prpKwvnI69g/s1600-h/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsN9KWmbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/prpKwvnI69g/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388675941160884658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is getting warmer and suffocate as people joined in the crowd. So, we decided to leave. Somehow we miss each other so much and we ended up another round of drinking session at ss2. We ordered the typical drinks there, the special and one plate of Hawaiian special. Well, i was seriously bloated with water that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 1am something cause Theven has got flight the next morning going back to Singapore. We miss you and enjoylah your test on Monday. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am gonna end this post by photos only. No complains and enjoy the photos yah. I am the photographer by the way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsheDlq4gBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/a4E7FIDTCGw/s1600-h/IMG_1399edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsheDlq4gBI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/a4E7FIDTCGw/s400/IMG_1399edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388660369893392402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsheELUJl4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/r7Slnr2ZawM/s1600-h/IMG_1401edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsheELUJl4I/AAAAAAAAAoY/r7Slnr2ZawM/s400/IMG_1401edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388660379998590850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhCsw2FXI/AAAAAAAAAow/OXakBIkrAG0/s1600-h/IMG_1419edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhCsw2FXI/AAAAAAAAAow/OXakBIkrAG0/s400/IMG_1419edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388663653152462194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhEINY4GI/AAAAAAAAApI/-nrnbvHXe_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1423edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhEINY4GI/AAAAAAAAApI/-nrnbvHXe_Q/s400/IMG_1423edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388663677699809378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkUYrAhlI/AAAAAAAAApg/zcEQYS5n4Lw/s1600-h/IMG_1429edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkUYrAhlI/AAAAAAAAApg/zcEQYS5n4Lw/s400/IMG_1429edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388667255531800146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkT_5pkiI/AAAAAAAAApY/iOmHl6Z41Do/s1600-h/IMG_1427edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkT_5pkiI/AAAAAAAAApY/iOmHl6Z41Do/s400/IMG_1427edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388667248882324002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkTp1amGI/AAAAAAAAApQ/EB4pHGfs8Ek/s1600-h/IMG_1426edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhDBi36PI/AAAAAAAAAo4/-X8yE29LDII/s400/IMG_1421edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388663658731006194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhCMBqpuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_6pXvZ8Z_ec/s1600-h/IMG_1417edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshhCMBqpuI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_6pXvZ8Z_ec/s400/IMG_1417edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388663644364646114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpIPvUpsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P0gIJeVYvWk/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpIPvUpsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/P0gIJeVYvWk/s400/IMG_1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388672544533685954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshpImH5prI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YIcg2xUSZuc/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsPKW-hKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/hUYicEJMc9o/s400/IMG_1480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388675961883362466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsQU5UK6I/AAAAAAAAArA/6MT9mtKk7ZQ/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshsQU5UK6I/AAAAAAAAArA/6MT9mtKk7ZQ/s400/IMG_1484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388675981891611554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More photos visit my facebook. Just type my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3142572638931099203?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3142572638931099203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3142572638931099203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3142572638931099203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3142572638931099203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/gathering-with-friends.html' title='Gathering with friends.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SshkUwXmJbI/AAAAAAAAApo/xLowcafWtdk/s72-c/IMG_1434edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2486157934682321708</id><published>2009-10-01T18:09:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:24:56.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I love holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUlZiyXzRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/czsYpui0gHY/s1600-h/IMG_1269edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUCo06w0iI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6HoO_PxZrwA/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUCo06w0iI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6HoO_PxZrwA/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715429641802274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed at 6am this morning and got up at 1.30pm. I know my rest time is completely upside down and you can see it from my bad skin. There are so much in the to-do list awaiting my to complete. Went to seksyen 14 at 2pm to accompany my sis to the dentist. I never like this place because it is always crowded with stupid cars messily parking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited sis in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUFgk0UvOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JQdt8vrGMag/s1600-h/IMG_1031edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUFgk0UvOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JQdt8vrGMag/s400/IMG_1031edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387718586415758562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at my just-woke-up-pale-and-so-puffy-face!! (Wearing abit foundation lo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden urge to dine in Kei Tak Sek, so we drove to ss2 after that. I really don't know why i am so bad luck recently. All the way there just to find out the shop was under renovation and then i suggested Seo Gung Korean restaurant just across the road. And, there came another disappointment because it was closed also. Dumbfounded by all these bad signs that hinting me not to eat anymore and it is time to diet perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove back to seksyen 8 and settled the stupid credit card bill. Finally, no more hassle. Phew~ I was so hungry till i started feeling dizzy. Stopped by at Face To Face Noodle House which once recommended by my cousin about their Pan mee. Definitely is a good place to chill out for yum cha freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUJ-UgrU8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/MzvjqBPYfmA/s1600-h/IMG_1040edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUJ-UgrU8I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/MzvjqBPYfmA/s400/IMG_1040edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723495480972226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their very simple menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsURvjPuIXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NfaTLwkN90g/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsURvjPuIXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/NfaTLwkN90g/s400/IMG_1064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387732037831369074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsULIdMosZI/AAAAAAAAAko/u5AbgZUIVK8/s1600-h/IMG_1048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsULIdMosZI/AAAAAAAAAko/u5AbgZUIVK8/s400/IMG_1048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724769123152274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nice comfort interior design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUKzVmrUAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0YzSWpt2xDA/s1600-h/IMG_1045edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUKzVmrUAI/AAAAAAAAAkg/0YzSWpt2xDA/s400/IMG_1045edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724406307639298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our Break+Lunch+Dinner. My sis called it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brunchner&lt;/span&gt;. I was in mood to eat something really spicy so i ordered hot and spicy Pan Mee. When i taste it, it totally not spicy at all. Later i googled it at home and found that the one i ate was minced pork pan mee. And my sis was having my bowl of noodles. Tried their Sarawak's special ABC, quite nice and thirst &lt;span class="ex"&gt;quench&lt;/span&gt;ing but i couldn't finished it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsULy7GAEsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Dd6WLOlEjp4/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsULy7GAEsI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Dd6WLOlEjp4/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387725498702893762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarawak's special ABC RM3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsULcQG8IsI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_xJV4SAmA3s/s1600-h/IMG_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsULcQG8IsI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_xJV4SAmA3s/s400/IMG_1053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387725109206983362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lok Mei RM2.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUKexhymyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NNOOd2q3R04/s1600-h/IMG_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUKexhymyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/NNOOd2q3R04/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724053026085666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There four different types of chili to spice your noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUNCe-Hu_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_p-8cj-ILvQ/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUNCe-Hu_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/_p-8cj-ILvQ/s400/IMG_1083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387726865543183346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The minced pork pan mee RM5.30&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Served with minced pork, fishballs, and fish cakes. *without the egg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUMmdXl1UI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OGA_vVqKKgA/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUMmdXl1UI/AAAAAAAAAlA/OGA_vVqKKgA/s400/IMG_1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387726384076805442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hot and spicy Pan mee. RM5.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Served with some minced meat, a poached egg, spring onions and anchovies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUPAhLlenI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iKk62ohFCnc/s1600-h/IMG_1061edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUPAhLlenI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/iKk62ohFCnc/s400/IMG_1061edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387729030800046706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUQTiAI3DI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OC5hGU20KBk/s1600-h/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUQTiAI3DI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OC5hGU20KBk/s400/IMG_1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387730456949611570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picked my youngest sis up from Suria, i suggested the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsURAF2UpBI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ey8YD3E1qYc/s1600-h/IMG_1180edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsURAF2UpBI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ey8YD3E1qYc/s400/IMG_1180edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731222486361106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsURu-KJEWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GGl6wGr54KM/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsURu-KJEWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GGl6wGr54KM/s400/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387732027875856738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUD22r94XI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UO0LMCs-X2M/s1600-h/IMG_1197edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUD22r94XI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UO0LMCs-X2M/s400/IMG_1197edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387716770146410866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When is the last time u had this kind of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reached home at 6pm and get prepared for Jen's birthday celeb at Jaya One. 7pm, I just realised the text message from Wesley that was received at 6.15pm said they were already reached. I rushed there and reached at 7.33pm but they had finished their dinner already. By the way i was still full, so i joined just them drinking. Ate the lovely cupcake from Ean's wife and we moved to first floor to play the stupid pool then also the foosballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUj5AHm4tI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fkJJA0q7qcQ/s1600-h/IMG_1221edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUj5AHm4tI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/fkJJA0q7qcQ/s400/IMG_1221edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387751991410090706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This lovely one is made of 19 butter cupcakes, from Ean's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUj6HVh4VI/AAAAAAAAAng/T1wcyhqKra4/s1600-h/IMG_1227edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUj6HVh4VI/AAAAAAAAAng/T1wcyhqKra4/s400/IMG_1227edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752010527400274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUj5rhVhQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1DidDW0Telk/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUj5rhVhQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1DidDW0Telk/s400/IMG_1222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387752003060729090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we used half an hour to pocket all the balls during the pool game. How noob we were. Me and wesley was partners and we somehow managed to win the game merely by luck. Later, Saz joined us for the foosballs. The game made the most laughter though. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Had fun tonight. I love holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUe1bZcXlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ecDUJbKsQfc/s1600-h/IMG_1227edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUe01x_x3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/3uI97prIShs/s1600-h/IMG_1222.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUhbyK3jeI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Q4GpYJxPoEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUhbyK3jeI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Q4GpYJxPoEQ/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387749290426207714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The game that last for half and hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUhbXkPx0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/JDNxx8m0yzY/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUhbXkPx0I/AAAAAAAAAnA/JDNxx8m0yzY/s400/IMG_1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387749283284895554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The foosballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUgRXnLTMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ouGj0DnJ9UQ/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUgRXnLTMI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ouGj0DnJ9UQ/s400/IMG_1252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387748011986865346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUgQm4CceI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ovGXhHusCac/s1600-h/IMG_1248edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUgQm4CceI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ovGXhHusCac/s400/IMG_1248edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387747998904250850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUlZiyXzRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/czsYpui0gHY/s1600-h/IMG_1269edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUlZGNf0VI/AAAAAAAAAno/HvceMI79-UI/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUlZGNf0VI/AAAAAAAAAno/HvceMI79-UI/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387753642312847698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUlZiyXzRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/czsYpui0gHY/s1600-h/IMG_1269edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUlZiyXzRI/AAAAAAAAAnw/czsYpui0gHY/s400/IMG_1269edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387753649983704338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miss you&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/2260600557895908144-2486157934682321708?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2486157934682321708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2486157934682321708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2486157934682321708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2486157934682321708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/off-to-bed-at-6am-and-got-up-at-1.html' title='I love holidays.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsUCo06w0iI/AAAAAAAAAjw/6HoO_PxZrwA/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4599001012362449578</id><published>2009-09-30T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T06:30:07.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO_cUJhIEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/hBPppES1bW0/s1600-h/IMG_0970edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO_cUJhIEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/hBPppES1bW0/s400/IMG_0970edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387360072431116354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always love beautiful things. Walking in a mall, i could barely resist my myself from not looking at cute stuff, a nice dress or probably just a passby pretty girl. They all very eye-catching. This eventually became a very bad habit of mine to spend on unnecessary stuff and it can be very sad at times. Perfectionism just overwhelmed me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised i start to abandon tatty stuff and they will never be used ever again as they became unattractive to me or when i feel boring with them. That's the main reason why my room has so many rubbish. What's terrifying me now is the question in my head now: what if one day i start to abandon "human" as in my parents, my friends or maybe my dearest for not being perfect? I hope i wouldn't though (: I hope i could understand nothing in this world is ever perfect. Myself, i will not be the prettiest or happiest people in the world but i am sure i am worth living for something else in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOj1_3CotI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yJSVnfQZDdw/s1600-h/IMG_0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOj1_3CotI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yJSVnfQZDdw/s400/IMG_0924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387329727335932626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pyramid with my sis today, bumped into poh yi. Well, not exactly true because i did not say hey to her. In fact, i took a photo of her like a paparazzi stalking on a superstar. I was looking for a off-shoulder shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOyqBVFsII/AAAAAAAAAio/Uo6noWVTREk/s1600-h/IMG_0959edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOyqBVFsII/AAAAAAAAAio/Uo6noWVTREk/s400/IMG_0959edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387346014246383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well usually i will being a little too perfectionism and always ended up empty handed home. But, I don't see anything wrong with this because if i reluctantly buy things that i don't like i might probably won't wear it after bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsPBKgUN7UI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XKIeIIJ3w10/s1600-h/IMG_0996edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsPBKgUN7UI/AAAAAAAAAjo/XKIeIIJ3w10/s400/IMG_0996edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387361965482831170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get something home today from f-block and treats with the help of my sis' advice. She got herself 2 shirts from forever 21. I spent money again even though i just promised myself this morning not to spend anymore as i am abit over budget recently. But, very sad i did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOoQVSTi6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NY-5Fl10GXU/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOoQVSTi6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NY-5Fl10GXU/s400/IMG_0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387334577810541474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Shihlin Snacks because we get attracted by the ads. We ordered the crispy chicken. It was ok for me, but my sis said Uncle Bob is nicer. Then we also tried Snowy Dessert Home opposite Shislin after we finished the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOolFT4M9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/3ckcJvnqqn4/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOolFT4M9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/3ckcJvnqqn4/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387334934299423698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XXL Crispy Chicken RM6 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*recommended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(120, 40, 27);"&gt;超大雞排&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(120, 40, 27);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;A          large, tender and succulent piece of bone-in chicken breast, painstakingly          marinated to perfection, coated with imported flour and fried to a golden          crisp. A special blend of oriental spices is sprinkled on top of the crust,          and the chicken is served uncut for maximum goodness. The XXL          Crispy Chicken is best&lt;br /&gt;     eaten while hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOpO3SKhqI/AAAAAAAAAig/-u19l2EbCoU/s1600-h/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOpO3SKhqI/AAAAAAAAAig/-u19l2EbCoU/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387335652088645282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honey dew with Sago RM5.90 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Not so special, was ok only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think cam whore is eventually becomes very meaningless already with always the same angle and same smile. We did a few though then rushed to the carpark but we found the pink 'lifting car' and we cam whored with it. We were running late actually. After that, hoping so hard that I could reach Suria before 5.30pm to pick my youngest sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO-uemzoGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lfD8UmV1hUk/s1600-h/IMG_0966edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO-uemzoGI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lfD8UmV1hUk/s400/IMG_0966edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387359284964335714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOzqjFVgXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0PqUwEMcyvw/s1600-h/IMG_0994edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOzqjFVgXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/0PqUwEMcyvw/s400/IMG_0994edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387347122818744690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOzYG05zTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/arsFGv6lY9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0978edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsOzYG05zTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/arsFGv6lY9Q/s400/IMG_0978edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387346805995982130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached on time indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am sorry for all the tsunami and earth quick victims. Photo showing children sleep outside their damaged house in Pengalengan September 30, 2009. Indonesian villagers continued a frantic search on Thursday for people buried in rubble, after a powerful quake killed at least 57 and destroyed thousands of homes in the hills of West Java. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                         &lt;cite id="captionCite"&gt; REUTERS/Supri (INDONESIA DISASTER SOCIETY IMAGES OF THE DAY) ENVIRONMENT)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO9OhIxvuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xT3b4uidJfs/s1600-h/r1248574063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO9OhIxvuI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/xT3b4uidJfs/s400/r1248574063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387357636376248034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glad that I am still alive here with my dearests.&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/2260600557895908144-4599001012362449578?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4599001012362449578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4599001012362449578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4599001012362449578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4599001012362449578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-things.html' title='Beautiful things'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsO_cUJhIEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/hBPppES1bW0/s72-c/IMG_0970edit1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6705602798170640162</id><published>2009-09-29T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T05:01:22.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Chillies</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the floor with the cam on my hand. Randomly snapping objects in my room because i was real bored. I kept mumbling something to my sis that i wanna go out and play with the cam while she was studying for her exam. Since she is having her last paper already and we decided to drop by Mid Valley before going home tomorrow. The camera's built in flash wasn't function properly and i had to go back to the shop and replace with a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJntrfDn9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Eh3CaA0DRW8/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJntrfDn9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Eh3CaA0DRW8/s400/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386982138753294290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJnVoI0GkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/M5sHvaOpKWY/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJnVoI0GkI/AAAAAAAAAhI/M5sHvaOpKWY/s400/066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386981725537835586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning i followed my sis' car to setapak and i had to drag jackie along with me to guide me the way to lowyat. Rushed back to setapak at 11.30am to pick my sis up and we went to PV10 to dress up and get prepared for lunch. Coincidentally she bumped into her long-time-no-see-not-so-close-friend in the house. She is my new housemate who just moved in a week ago. What's make me excited was, she has the keyboard! OMG, i can't wait for the school restarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJm4AwQUEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8WgJ4hsF9_A/s1600-h/022edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJm4AwQUEI/AAAAAAAAAhA/8WgJ4hsF9_A/s400/022edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386981216749637698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood ruined when outside was pouring hard. I had to run to the car, my dress and my just straighten hair all wet ): Reached Mid Valley around 1.30pm, we headed straight to Sushi Zanmai restaurant because we were so so hungry. My sis led me all the way from the Gardens to Mid Valley but i remember the restaurant is located at the gardens. Soon, we found it was Zanmai pasta which was not my first intention, i want only Sushi Zanmai. Then i insisted backing off to the gardens again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJaAuH61PI/AAAAAAAAAgg/W5KsxwDFacY/s1600-h/085edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJaAuH61PI/AAAAAAAAAgg/W5KsxwDFacY/s400/085edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386967072716281074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJcPDzA6WI/AAAAAAAAAgo/chOn0rl2DV0/s1600-h/089edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJcPDzA6WI/AAAAAAAAAgo/chOn0rl2DV0/s400/089edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386969518075603298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJYnLDXzdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/e-RTFi1JAx8/s1600-h/107edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJYnLDXzdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/e-RTFi1JAx8/s400/107edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386965534293609938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent 2 hours for figuring out the place and cam whoring and finally we reached Sushi zanmai at third floor with the help of directory's map. Another disappointment hit us because the restaurant was just closed due to the company anniversary dinner. We were late. We were hungry and so tired of walking, so we just walk to the nearest restaurant. Flying chillies, a place i wanted to check out for a very long time already because i was attracted by its exotic design once i passed by there. Breezy, simple and modern with a little Thai decorations. I love how the place bedecked in white, specially the white timber strips lining the walls and ceiling to its creamy white seats with colorful pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJnV6DyYPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CXclNYQFUXg/s1600-h/CIMG4207edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJnV6DyYPI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/CXclNYQFUXg/s400/CIMG4207edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386981730348589298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJoTmYcMvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/f6QHWRR0iec/s1600-h/171edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJoTmYcMvI/AAAAAAAAAhg/f6QHWRR0iec/s400/171edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386982790218396402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ordered and awaited for the food to arrive. The surrounding was dim, we spent quite some time on snapping the food with the cam. As we are still very new in using a Dslr, we been trying from different angles to different modes and then deciding which lens to use. It was a very tough one!! The photos get very blur. I wonder how can other bloggers snap their food while bearing not to eat them. I couldn't resist or wait any longer because the food was so so alluring. I leave the snapping to my sis and start eating. YUMMILICIOUSssss~ I think the prices for the drinks here are overpriced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to focus on only portion of the food to emphasize its deliciousness but i failed to present it because no matter how steady i tried to hold the cam, it will just went blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJscCdviII/AAAAAAAAAho/8d44yE1JKck/s1600-h/228edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJscCdviII/AAAAAAAAAho/8d44yE1JKck/s400/228edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987333242292354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJItpPrY9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PnPUQPy1QqI/s1600-h/133edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJItpPrY9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/PnPUQPy1QqI/s400/133edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386948053291459538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ice Lemon tea RM7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJKC2ng2SI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1wiRNqPb6C0/s1600-h/134edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJKC2ng2SI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1wiRNqPb6C0/s400/134edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386949517169973538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pineapple fried rice with shrimps RM16.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJMgv0cM3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/PCv5nvZX26s/s1600-h/136edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJMgv0cM3I/AAAAAAAAAfo/PCv5nvZX26s/s400/136edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386952229764477810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strawberry Iced Blended RM15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJNocbvRAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9hgk2gH-JO8/s1600-h/140edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJNocbvRAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9hgk2gH-JO8/s400/140edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386953461511177218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed rice with with Hot Basil Chicken RM15.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After fed up with all the blurred photos, we decided to fire the flash. I didn't like it because it was very attention catching to the people dining in there and the waiters were looking at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJXGc7gJ-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lzfBbNgSV9k/s1600-h/121edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJXGc7gJ-I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lzfBbNgSV9k/s400/121edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386963872645130210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJsdahMnSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-2iowXDNggo/s1600-h/263edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJsdahMnSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/-2iowXDNggo/s400/263edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987356879101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJsc5kR9WI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GcHqzEPi2jc/s1600-h/254edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJsc5kR9WI/AAAAAAAAAh4/GcHqzEPi2jc/s400/254edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987348033664354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJscc-t1OI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HYKq2oTqRMk/s1600-h/238editing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJscc-t1OI/AAAAAAAAAhw/HYKq2oTqRMk/s400/238editing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386987340359914722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJTQxwvRQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XknXKTkKkhU/s1600-h/269edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJTQxwvRQI/AAAAAAAAAf4/XknXKTkKkhU/s400/269edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959651989308674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the seat comes with pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After satisfied with playing with the cam, we paid the bill and hanged around in Mid Valley before home. Rushed home at 5.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJdkOxOcdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/aMiMSDLoQs0/s1600-h/310edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJdkOxOcdI/AAAAAAAAAg4/aMiMSDLoQs0/s400/310edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386970981309772242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJdjc0mNjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Q_N6mK-akYU/s1600-h/309edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJdjc0mNjI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Q_N6mK-akYU/s400/309edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386970967902139954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drove home. Taken wrong road, was late for picking up youngest sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJT7fdJ01I/AAAAAAAAAgA/0C_PSo32Im0/s1600-h/333edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJT7fdJ01I/AAAAAAAAAgA/0C_PSo32Im0/s400/333edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386960385809699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJWQKjmbhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/orVEh2m2y-4/s1600-h/334edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJWQKjmbhI/AAAAAAAAAgI/orVEh2m2y-4/s400/334edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386962940000103954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im dying of jealousy. Admire how people produce great photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6705602798170640162?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6705602798170640162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6705602798170640162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6705602798170640162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6705602798170640162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-sitting-on-floor-with-cam-on-my.html' title='Flying Chillies'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsJntrfDn9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Eh3CaA0DRW8/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1531111256638991713</id><published>2009-09-26T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:24:41.868+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummilicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A sweet saturday.</title><content type='html'>I am very excited, beyond excited, really, to make an announcement today. It's one that I've been itching to share for days now.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Dslr, something that i thought i could only achieved maybe when the lottery's big prize strikes me one day. But hey, the Canon 1000d is in my hand now. I know its just a entry lever, but it doesn't matter at all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsIqXq5JE0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/YO-EryhtZZs/s1600-h/eos1000d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsIqXq5JE0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/YO-EryhtZZs/s400/eos1000d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386914690427851586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After came across some Nikon and Canon issues and finally conclusion was Canon although i wanted Nikon so much. Bought it from Lowyat, a place that u need to be aware of all sort of colorful words from the sales person. I'm still wondering why photography is so expensive with all sorts of lens. I got myself the 50mm f/1.8 prime lens and the bill cost me 2k plus. I need a part time job now cause i am so broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spent my sweet Saturday in pavilion. Had lunch at Ichiban Boshi @ Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInjZCCXtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aX_9AaBk7cA/s1600-h/Image014_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInjZCCXtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/aX_9AaBk7cA/s400/Image014_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911593256869586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The menu book is abit old though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInj9vEh5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/mbSuf2q7kgE/s1600-h/Image015+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInj9vEh5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/mbSuf2q7kgE/s400/Image015+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911603109431186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cup of green tea is a must in Japanese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInlS1ic_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/qyJILeSYv2E/s1600-h/Image019+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInlS1ic_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/qyJILeSYv2E/s400/Image019+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911625953571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Octopus Sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInkToipSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ERUdTfHA4_k/s1600-h/Image016+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInkToipSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/ERUdTfHA4_k/s400/Image016+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911608987624738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salmon sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInk4Dq5QI/AAAAAAAAAew/FYnczoxH3kE/s1600-h/Image017+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsInk4Dq5QI/AAAAAAAAAew/FYnczoxH3kE/s400/Image017+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386911618765088002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Salmon Sashimi Bento&lt;br /&gt;Fresh salmon, served with rice drenched in sesame sauce and topped with shredded chilis and spring onion. I love it so much &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsIvnvMF9XI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/2lJCprYulHY/s400/3107398286_858f46c5e7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386920464017126770" border="0" /&gt;The tempura soba.&lt;br /&gt;Assorted tempura goes very well with the dipping sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsIvnFE0u8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/2ot7TAK2N6E/s1600-h/3435087026_56c7ab49f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsIvnFE0u8I/AAAAAAAAAfI/2ot7TAK2N6E/s400/3435087026_56c7ab49f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386920452712348610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cold hand-made soba, the buckwheat noodles.&lt;br /&gt;It is the famous selling dish here ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then we simply walk around in Pavillion&lt;b&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;Time flew past as i indulged in flipping and browsing through all the clothes. Specially in Forever 21 boutique at pavilion, my favorite among all other outlets. I can spend more than 2 hours in adoring and fitting out their dresses. I think their dresses are in fair price except for their design t shirts. I found a nice piece of off-shoulder shirt which costs Rm79.90 but i didn't buy it at the end because it doesn't worth that much. Bought a dress from Nichii instead.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; At night, meet up with my cousin and her friend at sg. wang then we went for a chill at old town mamak stall. The dang thing was i barely could feel my own legs after walking the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, happy. (: Happy moments always do not last long but I felt so contented, thanks dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Did you realize my smile when i slide my fingers into the big hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-1531111256638991713?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1531111256638991713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1531111256638991713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1531111256638991713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1531111256638991713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-saturday.html' title='A sweet saturday.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SsIqXq5JE0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/YO-EryhtZZs/s72-c/eos1000d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2619141762917739031</id><published>2009-09-25T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T15:42:06.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention whore perhaps?</title><content type='html'>People simply love clubbing for the sake of liquor, dancing or perhaps socialize. I do clubbing but I never like the choking and stinky smoke that would probably clings to my hair and dress for a few days no matter how i tried to wash them thoroughly. I like the feeling of standing on the dance floor and let the blurred abstract sensory soup of color to bury me, and all i do is just dance with the throbbing music without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The plan had changed last minute. We were supposed to go MOS, at the end we ended up ourselves in Mid Valley's GSC instead. I drive the honda jazz because my cousin wasn't know how to drive and my car was broken down. I had forgot to release the handbrake again every time i drive an auto. Mind you, i used to drive manual car. Luckily i realized that as soon when i tried to reverse the car out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went smoothly and tonight i had yoke san as my direction guide. All the way to cineleisure just to find out the gate was shut and no one was there. We were like what the hell and back off to MV and i stunned with my mouth opened. Blame on me, i suggested the place. The question still in my head now, so no movie on Thursday in cineplex? Anyone can tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the car park and we realized we didn't lock the car and my phone was left inside. Luckily nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;We had G-force and i coincidentally bumped into a few of my ex-colleagues who been working in the fitness center. It was funny when i think back how I have been queuing for 15 minutes and i didn't realized they were right behind me. Until one big hand was suddenly stroke on my shoulder, i turned and was surprised to see his appearance. After i said hey, i still didn't realized there were another 2 people were standing there. Eventually another surprise came for me and i had another round of saying hi. OMG, i felt so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;Had my favorite popcorn as usual with only spritzer mineral water this time.&lt;br /&gt;After movie, we went chilling out at ss2.&lt;br /&gt;So, gossip juices made the rest of the night and we went back at 3am. Tonight made me realized things do happen in way worse than i always thought they ought to and things that i should have appreciate before it all too late for now.&lt;br /&gt;Drove home. Overnight at cousin's house and drifted into my dreamland at 5am after we tired of talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2619141762917739031?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2619141762917739031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2619141762917739031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2619141762917739031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2619141762917739031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/attention-whore-perhaps.html' title='Attention whore perhaps?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2803319885127878608</id><published>2009-09-22T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:17:54.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO</title><content type='html'>Am i so imperfect in your eyes? Do you know you are just so mean.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me my wearing is weird while others said nice.&lt;br /&gt;How can you always compare me with others.&lt;br /&gt;You will never think im pretty in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE JUST RUINED MY MOOD BADLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2803319885127878608?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2803319885127878608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2803319885127878608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2803319885127878608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2803319885127878608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/emo.html' title='EMO'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6691506055991950764</id><published>2009-09-22T04:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:27:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9O9nTVHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VGCMtMMWQ3M/s1600-h/IMG448-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9O9nTVHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VGCMtMMWQ3M/s400/IMG448-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050313044120690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea how many peeps were staring at us. But, we still managed to force out the fake smiling and pretend like no one else. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf1ygGfPfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dO01SlyUWyM/s1600-h/IMG_1975edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf1ygGfPfI/AAAAAAAAAb4/dO01SlyUWyM/s400/IMG_1975edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042127504129522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrffetE_QFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ho4C9apR9x8/s1600-h/IMG_1972edit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrffetE_QFI/AAAAAAAAAaI/Ho4C9apR9x8/s400/IMG_1972edit+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384017598134304850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf1zM0OG0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8vgWvNKFz7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1982edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf1zM0OG0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/8vgWvNKFz7Q/s400/IMG_1982edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042139507104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this is my syiok sendiri face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgjsSEmeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/yHMBU7PZOvg/s1600-h/IMG_2235edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgjsSEmeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/yHMBU7PZOvg/s400/IMG_2235edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384018783331719650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then day dreaming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgjAuUC3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7NlxlTwRG-g/s1600-h/IMG_2224edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgjAuUC3I/AAAAAAAAAbA/7NlxlTwRG-g/s400/IMG_2224edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384018771639012210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the bitchy look. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgivMp1sI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yum7g5PihYs/s1600-h/IMG_2226edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgivMp1sI/AAAAAAAAAa4/yum7g5PihYs/s400/IMG_2226edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384018766934431426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tak boleh tahan myself already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3iECxa9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/d4Sjl8ocr6c/s1600-h/IMG_2234edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3iECxa9I/AAAAAAAAAcg/d4Sjl8ocr6c/s400/IMG_2234edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044044117699538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgiFwoaXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_yeQ3aQDpNs/s1600-h/IMG_2191edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgiFwoaXI/AAAAAAAAAaw/_yeQ3aQDpNs/s400/IMG_2191edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384018755811043698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love reading but not when exam time. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srfff1NHYMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jubfIqMUh9c/s1600-h/IMG_2001edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srfff1NHYMI/AAAAAAAAAaY/jubfIqMUh9c/s400/IMG_2001edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384017617495744706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfffSB8jgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RIWw_0EfZhY/s1600-h/IMG_1985edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfffSB8jgI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/RIWw_0EfZhY/s400/IMG_1985edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384017608053657090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis found a hairband and she makes me wear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf1zs8XT6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/3XXQM8bCR1U/s1600-h/IMG_2047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf1zs8XT6I/AAAAAAAAAcI/3XXQM8bCR1U/s400/IMG_2047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042148131196834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf10Md7TwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4l5L8idbggs/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf10Md7TwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/4l5L8idbggs/s400/IMG_2051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042156593467138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf10vxnhUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nDWASyEMiBg/s1600-h/IMG_2054edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf10vxnhUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/nDWASyEMiBg/s400/IMG_2054edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384042166071297346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf4NzFCmAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Kycout8KgW0/s1600-h/IMG_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf4NzFCmAI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Kycout8KgW0/s400/IMG_2056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044795478054914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3kS-jz0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hL0HJqoHuYU/s1600-h/IMG_2096edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3kS-jz0I/AAAAAAAAAdA/hL0HJqoHuYU/s400/IMG_2096edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044082486300482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3j6EGEyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/68e0iDfxaj4/s1600-h/IMG_2093edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3j6EGEyI/AAAAAAAAAc4/68e0iDfxaj4/s400/IMG_2093edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044075798631202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3jj7jLXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BhHXhOhNrQs/s1600-h/IMG_2095edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3jj7jLXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/BhHXhOhNrQs/s400/IMG_2095edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044069857209714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the curtain. I am going to buy that when i got extra allowance ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgkeBuB1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/APzzU_tYHD8/s1600-h/IMG_2277edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfgkeBuB1I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/APzzU_tYHD8/s400/IMG_2277edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384018796684904274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrffgYbKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAag/dPowzggoaIk/s1600-h/IMG_2115edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrffgYbKZ8I/AAAAAAAAAag/dPowzggoaIk/s400/IMG_2115edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384017626949904322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrffgyyOznI/AAAAAAAAAao/tOIGiS1Gu90/s1600-h/IMG_2120edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrffgyyOznI/AAAAAAAAAao/tOIGiS1Gu90/s400/IMG_2120edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384017634025983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3izOVzpI/AAAAAAAAAco/86bi9TtFUac/s1600-h/IMG_2315edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf3izOVzpI/AAAAAAAAAco/86bi9TtFUac/s400/IMG_2315edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384044056782687890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always love flowers. Especially flowers from people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shop for the stuff that we wanted while photos taking, finally its time to pay the bill.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a red pillow and quilt set cost me RM154 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhPnDdTlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eb8TUVb42jQ/s1600-h/IMG_2342edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhPnDdTlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/eb8TUVb42jQ/s400/IMG_2342edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384019537842490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chilling out at the Ikea cafe after paid. Hotdog set + ice cream = RM4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf5fOLBhoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/X3knkCT8XAw/s1600-h/IMG_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf5fOLBhoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/X3knkCT8XAw/s400/IMG_2367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384046194320311938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find it very hard to cam whore with Dslr cause it is very very heavy and it will drop at any instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhQDDYStI/AAAAAAAAAbg/fvFULExGsEQ/s1600-h/IMG_2389edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhQDDYStI/AAAAAAAAAbg/fvFULExGsEQ/s400/IMG_2389edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384019545358355154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One last round before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhQrEqaVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iPDQFlK3wgI/s1600-h/IMG_2459edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhQrEqaVI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iPDQFlK3wgI/s400/IMG_2459edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384019556101155154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhRdNNd4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/h0GjckvUI8I/s1600-h/IMG_2454edit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SrfhRdNNd4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/h0GjckvUI8I/s400/IMG_2454edit1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384019569558779778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Behind the scene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9OPMWn0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ubnO7XHTBCM/s1600-h/IMG455-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9OPMWn0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ubnO7XHTBCM/s400/IMG455-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050300583059266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9Npxi7uI/AAAAAAAAAdY/J2xgk_A0C-U/s1600-h/IMG454-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9Npxi7uI/AAAAAAAAAdY/J2xgk_A0C-U/s400/IMG454-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050290538508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new bed. Comfy and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9OuDSk7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/dh6DVifB0-w/s1600-h/IMG456-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9OuDSk7I/AAAAAAAAAdo/dh6DVifB0-w/s400/IMG456-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384050308866544562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6691506055991950764?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6691506055991950764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6691506055991950764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6691506055991950764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6691506055991950764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_22.html' title='I love art.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Srf9O9nTVHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VGCMtMMWQ3M/s72-c/IMG448-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4545293510684218694</id><published>2009-09-21T03:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:04:39.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it, thanks.</title><content type='html'>The family were out, i was lying lazily on my bed and i just wanna make myself fall asleep so that i can temporarily forget about the exam's depression. &lt;br /&gt;I know i did badly this time. The fluid mech. paper was totally a free A1, i think i missed it. And then second paper, statics i had to go for the replacement one cause i was sick for 3 days. 3rd paper was mathematics for engineering but i just missed the A1 again cause i was not fit and couldn't do a proper revision. Then Circuit theory i totally had no idea how to do. As for construction paper, it was a easy one, but i think i missed the C. Blame on myself i didn't really go and memorize all the notes. Memorizing its just not my stuff. The last paper is on 23rd next week, i feel like crying already. Fell asleep. Then, sis came in and asked "wanna go ikea 6.30?" I just laid there and nodded. &lt;br /&gt;We went to Ikea and it was just out of planning. The car was having the problem with the battery, and we were just trying on our luck to start the engine and the probability was seriously unknown. We just don't wanna give up because we had dressed up nicely. Next headache was no one knows how to get to Ikea from PJ and i was the driver. I really think we are real direction dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;And then my sister had to call her friend and asked, "how to go one U from PJ?" i couldn't help but burst out laughing when i heard that. Shame to myself cause i have been there just recently for movie. We played with the Dslr, and i am now desperately waiting for my own one. People were staring at us, we didn't give them a damn cause we were too enjoy playing. &lt;br /&gt;I bought myself a quilt set and a small pillow. &lt;br /&gt;12am, went chilling out at mamak stall in old town. Raya makes the night in town very empty and silence. Pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;My mood still a lil bad. Because you don't understand me. Maybe a pause to the call would be the best for both of us. Hate quarrying for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Today onwards i will stop thinking or even hoping from you already. Because i just realised i was just thinking too much. Let it be just a pass by friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4545293510684218694?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4545293510684218694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4545293510684218694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4545293510684218694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4545293510684218694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-like-it-thanks.html' title='I like it, thanks.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7325695713766634181</id><published>2009-09-20T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:58:20.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>在爱情的领域里，没有对和错，只有爱和不爱。</title><content type='html'>只是随便喊声 "宝贝，贝尔，蜜糖，甜心，达灵都早安!" 却可以令女生们又兴奋是心碎。兴奋，当然是因为自己的代号被叫到；心碎，因为自己不是唯一而且代号可能是指别人。现在是怎样? 失恋就可以撩花恋草吗! 真的是，妈的。别人都说长得好看代表没本心。说的真好，完全表达了我的心情。 背后，不知谁真的付出了真心，谁只是表面敷衍功夫而已。疯疯颠颠的过了一个月又如何? 有问过自己真的快乐吗? 问自己吧，忘记了吗? 忙碌可以让你暂时忘记，但不是真的忘了。到你停下来咛听安静时，你会思念的还是过去。你很想快快好起来，一直在挣扎，越是挣扎越是被卷入那片怎么也爬不起来的沙漠。因为你完全被自己吞没。放下，其实很简单。诺真的想放下，就得先看得开。时间，其实一秒就可以了。你必须真的放下，让你爱的人去找更适合她的人。虽然你爱得最好，但可能你能给的不是她想要的。也可能是需要你给的人还没出现，所以不要放弃。谁没有思念过去的时候，谁没有难过的要命的时候，谁不会突然爱上了陌生人，谁没有偷偷躲着哭过，到底有谁不会胡思乱想。跌倒就是要哭，随便流两行泪也算数。可是需要吸烟和烂醉吗? 简直是惹起我把火，原谅我骂两句，妈的。一个人成熟不是指言行举止得体，而是他是否能用他的头脑思考去做和实行。往往呢，人生总是回遇到很多的碰巧的相遇。有一位朋友曾经问过我，人为什么要爱上人? 她觉得很痛苦，也觉得幸福。我只能默默的说，因为每个人都会给别人一种感觉，而如果你喜欢那个能给你感觉的人，你就喜欢他。就像你给我的那种，让我讨厌你害我心藏跳得那么快快得要掉出来的那种感觉。完成&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7325695713766634181?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7325695713766634181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7325695713766634181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7325695713766634181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7325695713766634181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_20.html' title='在爱情的领域里，没有对和错，只有爱和不爱。'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7002257358247745801</id><published>2009-09-05T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:09:49.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SqJq3zlbbSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SlHeA5wzB9Q/s1600-h/you+make+me+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SqJq3zlbbSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SlHeA5wzB9Q/s400/you+make+me+smile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377978412006337826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The song is stuck in my head! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking of you&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;katy perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i have been too exhausted from school assignment, exams and the rest of my life and therefore i do not exactly have the time and the mood to write any update for my blog. I wanted to buy a camera, yes soon, to take down all the memories and with that i am sure i could have update more frequent. One thing, I've been spending alot recently. I know this is very bad because i always wanted to own something and ended up buying another and there are always more and more gadgets that i wanted to own when there is a lil extra money in my account. Money just gone like water flows out of the pipe.&lt;br /&gt;Actually im having bad mood now. Maybe pms. My phone wasn't ringing for 10 hours already. I feel the loneliness now. =( It is suppose a good time for me to study without any distraction. But there are alot of questions and decisions that running in my head for the whole day. I couldn't find the answer and they re drowning me. Im so restless.&lt;br /&gt;Hate how you appear out of no way and get me into all these confusions. Leave me alone here with no clue felt so helpless but still wondering what you're thinking. How could you make me smile like an idiot and then disappeared in the thin air of all sudden. I never felt like this before. The feeling is like sweetness plus bitterness and foolish. I kept telling myself all these ain't true even though i hope it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7002257358247745801?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7002257358247745801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7002257358247745801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7002257358247745801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7002257358247745801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/song-is-stuck-in-my-head-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SqJq3zlbbSI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SlHeA5wzB9Q/s72-c/you+make+me+smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5849150117457818789</id><published>2009-09-04T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:11:50.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If coffee doesn't suit you, will you pick the milk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-5849150117457818789?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5849150117457818789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5849150117457818789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5849150117457818789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5849150117457818789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-coffee-doesnt-suit-you-will-you-pick.html' title='If coffee doesn&apos;t suit you, will you pick the milk?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7404581991261832898</id><published>2009-09-02T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:37:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final exam is freaking me out right now.</title><content type='html'>Allow me to scream for one last time before i go for my final.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;Fluid mechanics, statics, maths for engineering, Survey, construction technology, circuit theory.&lt;br /&gt;Mere looking at the titles, they are already frighten you out.&lt;br /&gt;This is not so fun, but what motivate me are vacations, clubbing and all the plans that waiting me ahead. OMG. Im so so excited. Faster, papers all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sp6C7dggM-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/M5IErY8BTOk/s1600-h/5611_125704958530_687298530_2453458_3172805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sp6C7dggM-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/M5IErY8BTOk/s400/5611_125704958530_687298530_2453458_3172805_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376878963171800034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PV10 im living in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7404581991261832898?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7404581991261832898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7404581991261832898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7404581991261832898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7404581991261832898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-exam-is-freaking-me-out-right-now.html' title='Final exam is freaking me out right now.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/Sp6C7dggM-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/M5IErY8BTOk/s72-c/5611_125704958530_687298530_2453458_3172805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-8093140439191640261</id><published>2009-08-27T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:13:19.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt me.</title><content type='html'>How do you feel when someone blames you for something that is untrue?&lt;br /&gt;Sad because the one didn't trust you when you think he should have trust you.&lt;br /&gt;Angry because the fact wasn't even true and it has been created like a real fact.&lt;br /&gt;Speechless when you don't even know what to say to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;Dumbfounded when he stands strongly on his point without even feeling sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt because the one who blames you is your loved one.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it hurts so badly.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes you shed when he tells you it was just a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-8093140439191640261?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8093140439191640261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=8093140439191640261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8093140439191640261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8093140439191640261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurt-me.html' title='Hurt me.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6662933079284160030</id><published>2009-08-26T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T03:22:45.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipped class like nobody cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SpQnHK_dI6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/QklQ-T7rY9E/s1600-h/DSC03740edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SpQnHK_dI6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/QklQ-T7rY9E/s400/DSC03740edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373963259522917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SpQnGv33xSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/sbIGwhmIVGY/s1600-h/DSC03742edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SpQnGv33xSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/sbIGwhmIVGY/s400/DSC03742edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373963252243350818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt how to play pool instead of construction stuff. WTH! Feeling awkward when it was my turn, i was holding the pool cue and play like a noob. I kept wonder is that really a game that girls can play? LOL How stupid when i always pocket the cue ball and my friends laughed at me. Grr. It was fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-6662933079284160030?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6662933079284160030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6662933079284160030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6662933079284160030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6662933079284160030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/08/skipped-class-like-nobody-cares.html' title='Skipped class like nobody cares?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SpQnHK_dI6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/QklQ-T7rY9E/s72-c/DSC03740edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7894847340473809236</id><published>2009-08-19T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:40:35.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 things that a girl want from thier boyfriend but will not ask for it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Touch her waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2. Actually talk to  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3. Share secrets with  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4. Give her your  jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5. Kiss her  slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Are you remembering this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6. Hug  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7. Hold her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8. Laugh with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;9. Invite her somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;KEEP READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11. Smile with  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;12. Take pictures with  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;13. Pull her onto your  lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;14. When she says she loves you  more, deny it. Fight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15. When her  friends say i love her more than you, deny it. fight back and hugher tight so  she can't get to her friends. it makes her feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;Are you thinking of  someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;17. Kiss her  unexpectedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18. Hug her from behind  around the waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;19. Tell her she's  beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel  about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;One last thing you need to do to show her  you actually do mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car- it makes her  feel protected, plusit never hurts to act like a gentleman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;22. Tell her she's your everything - only if you mean  it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;23. If it seems like there is  something wrong, ask her- if she denies somethingbeing wrong, it means SHE  DOESN'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT- so just hug her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;24. Make her feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;25.kiss her in front of OTHER girls you  know!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE AND  KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;26.don't lie to  HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;27.DON'T cheat on  her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;28.take her ANYWHERE she  wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;29.txt messege or call her in  themorning and tell her have a good day atwork {or school}, and how much you  MISS her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;30.be there for her when ever  she needs you, &amp;amp; even when she doesn't need you,just be there so she'll know  that she can ALWAYS count on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER  BECAUSE, IT'S IMPORTANT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold so she can hold YOU  too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;32. When you are ALONE hold her  close and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;33. Kiss her on the  CHEEK, (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;34 . While in the movies, put your arm around her and  then she willautomatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt  her chin up and kiss her LIGHTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;35.  Dont EVER tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you're mad. If shes upset,  comfort her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE  WITH HER NEXT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;36. When people DISS her, stand up  forher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;37. Look deep into her EYES and  tell her you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;38. Lay down under  the STARS and put her head on your chest so she can listen tothe steady beat of  your heart, Link your fingers together while you whisper toher as she rests her  eyes and listens to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;39. When  walking next to each other grab her HAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40. When you hug her HOLD her in your arms as long as  possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES  LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;41. Call or text her at night to wish her SWEET  DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;42. COMFORT her when she cries and  wipe away her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;43. Take her for  LONG walks at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;44. ALWAYS Remind  her how much you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;45. sit on top  of her and tell her how much u love her and then bend down toher face and kiss  her while sitting on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;You' ll never know when she needs just a  little more love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for ccy. Do you know that I miss you so much suddenly when i was doing my maths revision yesterday. hope to see you soon and play with ur cam. hehe. lets go for a trip larrh~ xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7894847340473809236?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7894847340473809236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7894847340473809236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7894847340473809236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7894847340473809236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch-her-waist.html' title='45 things that a girl want from thier boyfriend but will not ask for it.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7146881217639546476</id><published>2009-08-18T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:46:34.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineer with the fake eyelashes on site??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SoodXCGXxEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/guq8kjBGxlk/s1600-h/%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SoodXCGXxEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/guq8kjBGxlk/s400/%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371137787130528834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a very burning evening at 3pm in the school. Again it was our friday survey's practical. theodolite, leveling staff, dumpy level and tanning and more tanning! They make my life miserable. I can't stop asking myself why did i took up this course. It was my interest isn't in the first place, but now i think it is abit late to realise that civil engineering  is just not my stuff and this is totally not-so-girly. So, damn my coursemates are taking me like tomboy already now. Please allow me to become an engineer with the freaking long fake eyelashes on!! LOL. They ain't hard to learn, it was just we didn't really put our heart to do them. My group somehow alwasy able to be last one, with all the errors we did and always ended up taking other's group readings and results. I JUST FEEL THAT IM SO USELESS. But i can't blame anyone, i was singing and dancing while others are trying so hard to fix the tripod legs. "they call me stacey, they call me hell~~..." SWT spending the wee hours. Okay anotherthing, they fight. they are my always stick together friends in school. backstab each other but i can see they have the bondings. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SooXwm37GsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/a3AzT-3z_TM/s1600-h/%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SooXwm37GsI/AAAAAAAAAYI/a3AzT-3z_TM/s400/%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371131629429004994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SoodXSv0VRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GxAQkzlGeq4/s1600-h/DSC03629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SoodXSv0VRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/GxAQkzlGeq4/s400/DSC03629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371137791599334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still managed to discover this little creatures on the slop where we do our theodolite task. thanks for ken's cam phone for this captures. =) ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7146881217639546476?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7146881217639546476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7146881217639546476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7146881217639546476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7146881217639546476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='Engineer with the fake eyelashes on site??'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SoodXCGXxEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/guq8kjBGxlk/s72-c/%283%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-6750785558963711498</id><published>2009-07-23T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:08:02.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Dating Signs You're Being Needy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="articleSearch" class="buttonmod" href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/81390/10-signs-youre-being-needy#"&gt;&lt;span class="buttonState submitButton"&gt;&lt;span class="bd"&gt;&lt;span class="bdm"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="yperContentMainArea"&gt;&lt;div class="mainAreaContent"&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my 10 years of coaching men and women on the perils of dating and relationships&lt;/em&gt;, the one journey women tell me they never want to go on again is meeting and hanging out with the "needy and clingy" man. &lt;div class="contentPullQuoteRight"&gt; &lt;!--Start module --&gt; &lt;div class="vwmod" id="yperContentPullQuoteRight_8"&gt;                      &lt;div class="bd"&gt;                 &lt;div class="content"&gt;                 &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/per/abk/grp/1/grp_cmsk1pq1_i_18x15_nw_i_1.gif" alt="“" /&gt;Nothing turns women off more than a guy who is really needy.&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/per/abk/grp/1/grp_cmsk1pq2_i_18x15_se_i_1.gif" alt="”" class="closing" /&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="ft"&gt;         &lt;div class="rft"&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--End module--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; Nothing turns women off more than a guy who is really needy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Now, I can practically hear men's voices protesting from everywhere, saying "But David, there are a lot of needy women too!" This article is not about them... it's about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Below are 10 signs that you are being needy. Remember you are trying to attract women, not turn them off. So if you suffer from any of these signs of neediness, you need to immediately stop those actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.&lt;/em&gt; You just walked a woman to her door at the end of a date. Instead of kissing her, you ask her if she had a good time. Women are attracted to confident men. They don't want to have to tell you that they had a good time on a date... they want you to be secure enough in yourself to assume that they had a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2.&lt;/em&gt; You called a woman last night and she has not yet called you back, so you either email her or call her again to ask her if she received your message. If you want to push her away, this is one of the best ways to get her to quickly run away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.&lt;/em&gt; You start texting a woman you just began dating five or six times a day. You are over-texting her. You don't need to check in every two hours. That's a sign of neediness and clingy behavior that turns women off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.&lt;/em&gt; You miss a call on your cell phone from a phone number that you don't recognize. You call the woman you're dating, and to whom you talked just two hours before, and ask, "Did you just call me?" This kind of behavior is going to push and scare her away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.&lt;/em&gt; You agree with everything the woman you're dating says. Women are not looking for a man who agrees with everything they say. Women want a man who challenges them and from whom they can learn. When a man agrees with everything a woman says, he is telling her that he'll do anything to have a relationship (which is another sign of being needy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6.&lt;/em&gt; The woman you're dating is out for the evening with her friends. She promised to call you when she got home. It's getting late and you haven't heard from her. You just can't resist and you call her cell phone several times until she answers it. This is a sign of being needy and insecure. She's out with her friends... not out with another guy. Let her have some personal space and she'll respect you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.&lt;/em&gt; You are too available. If you have plans with a friend, keep those plans even if the woman you're dating asks you to do something that night. Women don't want men who are like a 7-Eleven -- convenient and ready 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.&lt;/em&gt; You try to please a woman all the time. I'm all about men doing nice things for women, but she has to earn it. Some men will let a woman walk all over them, and then continue to be a sponge and allow it over and over again. Stand up for yourself and she'll respect you more. Letting a woman walk all over you is a clear sign to her that you're needy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.&lt;/em&gt; Don't be afraid to challenge a woman. If you don't agree with something a woman says, don't just sit there and agree with her thinking it's what she wants. Women are looking for someone who is going to stimulate their mind... not bore them. Women are not turned on by men they can completely control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.&lt;/em&gt; Be the man! Have a plan and stick with it. Women like men who plan out evenings of fun. &lt;div class="contentPullQuoteLeft"&gt; &lt;!--Start module --&gt; &lt;div class="vwmod" id="yperContentPullQuoteLeft_65"&gt;                      &lt;div class="bd"&gt;                 &lt;div class="content"&gt;                 &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/per/abk/grp/1/grp_cmsk1pq1_i_18x15_nw_i_1.gif" alt="“" /&gt;Don't always ask a woman what she wants to do. Listen to what she likes when you're having conversations with her&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/a/i/us/per/abk/grp/1/grp_cmsk1pq2_i_18x15_se_i_1.gif" alt="”" class="closing" /&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="ft"&gt;         &lt;div class="rft"&gt;                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--End module--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; Don't always ask a woman what she wants to do. Listen to what she likes when you're having conversations with her, then come up with a fun plan that you will already know she'll like. A needy man will do whatever a woman wants. A man of action will create plans for what they will do. Being a man of action will lead her to find you a lot more attractive in the long run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;Women love dating men who are confident and real. Women want to feel like you need them... but only after you already have your own life, your own ambitions, and your own goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yperContentPara"&gt;The moment a man starts getting too clingy, a woman will run for the hills. This is exactly like how you will pull back from a woman who becomes clingy and needy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- header --&gt; &lt;em&gt;10 Dating Signs You're Being Needy&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;!-- sub head --&gt;   &lt;!-- author(s) --&gt; &lt;em class="author"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/81390/10-signs-youre-being-needy#author_bio"&gt;David Wygant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;em class="byline"&gt;Special to Yahoo! Personals&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;!-- date --&gt; &lt;em class="date"&gt;Updated: May 22, 2009&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/2260600557895908144-6750785558963711498?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/6750785558963711498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=6750785558963711498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6750785558963711498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/6750785558963711498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-dating-signs-youre-being-needy.html' title='10 Dating Signs You&apos;re Being Needy'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7825948576955706394</id><published>2009-07-21T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:25:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, stop scolding me.</title><content type='html'>Alright, alright! I hear you, I would admit that my last minute habit is bad. But, i did try to work it out yesterday, it's just that i had really facing hard time as i never done any of them before. Okay, shall not be too rely on you. Anyways, thanks ken for all the helpings out. I appreciate them. =) Not to forget about Jia Li for dropping me at TBR for the last minute printing! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7825948576955706394?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7825948576955706394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7825948576955706394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7825948576955706394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7825948576955706394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-stop-scolding-me.html' title='Sorry, stop scolding me.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5805572460152655936</id><published>2009-07-20T03:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T01:13:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nike's signature 'Just Do It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SmX3ThwvwiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/V35rt2MH82E/s1600-h/Untitled-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SmX3ThwvwiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/V35rt2MH82E/s400/Untitled-2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360962846306845218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SmN8mGQaUrI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ON8b1ewpamQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-5805572460152655936?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5805572460152655936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5805572460152655936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5805572460152655936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5805572460152655936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='Nike&apos;s signature &apos;Just Do It&quot;'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SmX3ThwvwiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/V35rt2MH82E/s72-c/Untitled-2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1842929258126069810</id><published>2009-07-04T02:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:12:16.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbass does not study!</title><content type='html'>The house is so empty as usual. It's been a month here since i moved to setapak, main reason was to save my time for travelling within pj and Utar. I found the new definition of freedom in the sense of boredom. I'm fine with that, but what made my whole afternoon restless was the stupiad fluid mechanics revision as tomorrow there will be a test for civil students. Argghh~~!! i never know that ''gamma equals to rho G'' can causes life so miserable. And what's wrong with the BG and SI units! I'm now like a dummy, totally have no idea how to convert them into each other. This is like so diammmit~! If the fluid lecture didn't happened to be so noob i don't have to struggle like hell now. I guess same goes to others. Life is like a straight line with assignment and test. Friends, where are you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SlyuQhGb-QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qN_dFGcBtA8/s1600-h/condo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SlyuQhGb-QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qN_dFGcBtA8/s400/condo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358349255450556674" 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/2260600557895908144-1842929258126069810?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1842929258126069810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1842929258126069810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1842929258126069810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1842929258126069810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/07/house-is-so-empty-as-usual.html' title='Dumbass does not study!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SlyuQhGb-QI/AAAAAAAAAXA/qN_dFGcBtA8/s72-c/condo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4588555798534834812</id><published>2009-06-13T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:59:41.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you care about other feelings?</title><content type='html'>Blog is so common and i do agree it is a good place to unleash your ourselves, but people just simply abuse it. I think it is very immature to post a blog entry and comment about others. It's just like a trend, posting and bombast whatever they think it's cool and trying to get as much attentions from the readers. They think they're smart to apologize in advanced! "Im sorry about the offensive post, but it is just what i felt" Im very sure that you are familiar with such statement right. I annoyed by those who think themselves are excellent in using words regardless what they posted might hurt or degrade others. Like my sister, i was shocked to found that my picture had appeared in her post at times, without any permission! I'm not trying to bring up the matter since it had passed. But, how do u feel when your privacy has been published without even being informed. And she even take my camera to take pictures, to reveal all my bad habits. Everyone does have bad habits and im sure each of us would do our best to cover up. It doesn't mean that you need to let everyone know about it even you're dissatisfy with someone. Do i need to mention to others that you simply display your used sanitary pad at the toilet bowl, or do i need to tell my friend that you actually wore back your unwashed bra? So disappointed with a educated U student. =( so sad. You might not feel how I feel because you just simply dun understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4588555798534834812?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4588555798534834812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4588555798534834812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4588555798534834812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4588555798534834812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-care-what-other-feels.html' title='Do you care about other feelings?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3561069858455157925</id><published>2009-06-13T14:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:42:08.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please, it can be so fragile.</title><content type='html'>I felt so weak at times when u raise your voice to me. Like a fragile glass, my heart shattered into pieces just by your hurting words. Staring into those broken pieces, i see myself believing you, losing control. Why didn't i expected that some of them are pain in the first place. Or maybe i did, just letting myself go insane and ignore the possibilities. I don't mean to greed for more, everything seems fine but somehow i feel something is still lacking. I'm really tired, and sad. Why do u get my mood swings so easily. I really hate this kind of feeling, feels like myself making fuss over little matters. I am not. Feelings are so real. Especially pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3561069858455157925?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3561069858455157925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3561069858455157925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3561069858455157925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3561069858455157925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-it-can-be-so-fragile.html' title='Please, it can be so fragile.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-747689687909456380</id><published>2009-05-01T02:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:59:20.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think before you scold.</title><content type='html'>Tonight, i really lost of words. Feel like something burn in the back of my throat and i could not describe the feeling. I have been watching real life lately, the unfair ones. For those who could not cope, they end up in their grieves. And i realise if only they could stop asking why then things would go better. Some of them rant pointlessly, curse cruelly by hoping the one you hate would deserve something really bad just to unleash how he/she is feeling. You see, when one starts to rant, he/she will dig and list all the bad things without even think anything of the good side. If your anger could send someone to hell, will you be happy if you live alone in this universe? Have you ever think that he/she appear in your life because it meant something. Isn't all these are immature thinking. Why can't we easily accept the fact at times. Why we have to deny and over care about matter. Who can give me an exact answer? No one. Because i have to stop asking why and accept it. It is always up to you to forget, forgive, let out or keep it. It's a huge circle in life, nobody could escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: You may scold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt; to express your anger, disappointment or frustration, at the same time it shows your personality clearer as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-747689687909456380?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/747689687909456380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=747689687909456380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3055100180897429704</id><published>2009-04-21T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:59:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;在人海茫茫中&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;有多少人只擦身而过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;多少人因缘分而相遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;然后缘分以尽后离别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;不懂得珍惜&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;错过的没有再回来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;可是生命不断出现可能&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;更好的更坏的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;没人能预知&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;这样不是更好吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;任由命运摆布&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;故事会让生命更精彩&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;需要珍惜眼前所有吗?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;还是在每个角落留下痕迹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;让别人记得你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;珍惜你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3055100180897429704?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3055100180897429704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3055100180897429704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3055100180897429704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3055100180897429704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4942678183597932028</id><published>2009-04-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:51:40.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just adorable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I sneak out again. That night was difference. I met people with different cultures and they are very kind for offered us free drinks. I was acting 21 years old to get in those places but some of them said i look very innocent though. In fact, it was my first time to be in those place. The music was blasting into my ears but i heard only sad stories. Stories they shared had touched me and get me in deep thought. Their life are so beautiful with all the gone through. Eventhough they are all from foreign countries, different cultures but one thing they made me admire is they are so strong for everything. Shame to myself who's been giving up to my fate. I learnt something new. A tatto has to be something meaningful, i m getting myself one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;. We left early while the night still young.&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/2260600557895908144-4942678183597932028?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4942678183597932028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4942678183597932028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4942678183597932028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4942678183597932028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-just-adorable.html' title='You&apos;re just adorable.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3625948099485706055</id><published>2009-04-07T03:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T07:40:36.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run babe, run!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SdtremITdLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rcGxKhfA-h8/s1600-h/DSC00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SdtremITdLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rcGxKhfA-h8/s320/DSC00070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321965558043997362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3am in the morning, in tired and sleepy mood. But hey, I was still roaming around in my house at this hour while others are snoring. So I was doing craps again as pictures said. After month end and crazy sales closing, I am almost feel bored of working. My paycheque wasn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; enough though due to some error. All i wish now, just to do whatever my heart goes. A long to-do list. Meanwhile, still waiting for friends to bring me out. In fact I'm ready to pack and hit the road for some vacation. People bring me out pls. Run away from this harsh city, ignore all the hisses from the tragic fate.  The sad thing now is tomorrow is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;double day&lt;/span&gt;, it supposed to be a busy day with clients and endless phone calls. And sadly i have only a few appointments for later. How am i going to survive. Recently, I have encounter alot of bad lucks. The only thing i could do is look at the bright side of life and give up asking why. With the weak understanding of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;karm&lt;/span&gt;a, my entire empty soul had conquered by the vile creature, hate. I am now learning to forgive people that i hate so much without thinking of revenge. I have to control my anger and turn it down to love. So i believe by putting more love, someday god would forgive me. I shall not have cared so much for now, just hope that what happen today will be forgotten by tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karm&lt;/span&gt;a, someday will goes back to you. Just like a game. I will gain back what I have lost today. God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let darkness swallow me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least it doesn't leave me alone to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So that i need not to feel anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Craving for peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while we’re still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farewell serves for a brighter hope of a sweet hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the same way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that a twilight must there to have a daybreak&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/2260600557895908144-3625948099485706055?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3625948099485706055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3625948099485706055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3625948099485706055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3625948099485706055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-babe-run.html' title='Run babe, run!'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SdtremITdLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/rcGxKhfA-h8/s72-c/DSC00070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1037278554270477415</id><published>2009-04-06T05:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:47:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>曾经想过吗?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;没有努力&lt;br /&gt;只渴望&lt;br /&gt;期待&lt;br /&gt;想得很远&lt;br /&gt;回头一看&lt;br /&gt;自己还在原地&lt;br /&gt;绕了一圈&lt;br /&gt;放弃后&lt;br /&gt;发现了个笨蛋&lt;br /&gt;就是自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-1037278554270477415?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1037278554270477415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1037278554270477415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1037278554270477415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1037278554270477415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='曾经想过吗?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7561485136060077154</id><published>2009-04-05T03:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:00:03.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I run faster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Imagine rain pour down hard at 2 in the afternoon but it looks like never rained before after few hours in the late evening. On the same day, a police was writing a ticket for my illegal parking, then I realized the paper after I reached home in the midnight. In a shop, an expensive fragile watch dropped and I was asked to pay for the scratch that I have caused. Life drifts into dramatic scenes again after so long I've been listening to the silence. I would admit i am a very playful one by living in joys and fooling around. *grins* By acting a forgetful person, i could throw away all the unhappiness easily yet easily getting troubles to others because of my blurriness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one could predict what will happen in the next second. Since we never know what will happen and why can't we just simply do things that is in our mind. Without worry about the risks, experience would then becomes either lesson or discovery. Just pondering recently, should I let my own little brain to outsmart me? I'm now swimming in the sea of questions where I watch things happen as if they are all well planned. At times, I doubt whether is it mere coincidence or it is just the fate in life. Slowly, I've venture into a place where dreams are almost real and real is dreaming. The door of mine is open for another adventure but i don't know where am i heading to. My footsteps confused and finally getting myself lost in no where. This place slowly turns from dream into nightmare. Haunting me all day. I would be oblivious to everything until things became reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I running too slow or you are running too fast. There are no storyline like the one written in story book. Human are selfish and scary creature. Hungry for love and making it just a pain killer for the wound that is still bleeding. Would it still called fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;non-believer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7561485136060077154?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7561485136060077154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7561485136060077154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7561485136060077154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7561485136060077154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-run-faster.html' title='Should I run faster?'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-818048260170510062</id><published>2009-03-29T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:21:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可恶的咒语</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;对&lt;br /&gt;我不是那位新的&lt;br /&gt;到底那里错了&lt;br /&gt;为什么要那样对我&lt;br /&gt;又被讨厌了&lt;br /&gt;该死的咒语&lt;br /&gt;我已尽力了&lt;br /&gt;说什么都没用了&lt;br /&gt;好难过&lt;br /&gt;只能啃在喉咙&lt;br /&gt;沉睡&lt;br /&gt;遗忘&lt;br /&gt;时间&lt;br /&gt;会给我答案的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-818048260170510062?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/818048260170510062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=818048260170510062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/818048260170510062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/818048260170510062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_29.html' title='可恶的咒语'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7303136008392767012</id><published>2009-03-28T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:45:17.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up from the yesterday dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When mood is bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shed to let go your emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just be a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's okay don't worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A relationship doesn't promise forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A break off would be a mistake in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it doesn't mean end of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop torturing yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let it be another fullstops in the chapter&lt;br /&gt;Your dream had finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is more to discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the final understanding would set yourself free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See things much clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where is the one who always encourage me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When i meet failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; teach me to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I gave myself a month time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chance to make things difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now i m seeing the weak you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will one day be disappeared in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Faded as time passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gently and quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My love to you, friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7303136008392767012?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7303136008392767012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7303136008392767012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7303136008392767012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7303136008392767012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/wake-up-from-yesterday-dream.html' title='Wake up from the yesterday dream'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-4229439272034372583</id><published>2009-03-26T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:40:22.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things go wrong, blame it on me.</title><content type='html'>Glance back to my footsteps i left, i see a person with pieces of regret inside her head. Chances in life sliding away, some lessons that been refused, taken the unwise route, things go faded. Only something that left vivid, that is memory, the strongest thing remains after a journey. I'm tired. Let the tears make the rest of the my day in this empty universe. By still hoping there is a colour could slip in and make things a little different. But the higher I hope the harder i am tumbling down  the ground. I am not a person who share feelings, I keep for my own. I am always insecure. Friends come and go. Wonder is there anyone for me to cry on without asking me a thing? Please embrace me hard. I'm so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-4229439272034372583?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/4229439272034372583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=4229439272034372583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4229439272034372583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/4229439272034372583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-go-wrong-blame-it-on-me.html' title='Things go wrong, blame it on me.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-225817113629363890</id><published>2009-03-25T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:52:58.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>除了她，你应该谁也看不见。</title><content type='html'>It is hard for one to play two roles at a time. Hide up all the feelings that one supposed to express. Some says, the farthest journey in this world is not between life and death but the distance between me and you, where I'm standing in front of you and you never realize how much i am into you. It takes courage to love someone. We will share the same love only in silence when we understand each other. Bring me into a way of your understanding because i never understand what love is. I keep giving them away but only some are returning to me. By doing it carefully and not so obvious, I would not jump in recklessly and could save myself from heartbreaking. Until now, I still remember the curse of my life. I'm afraid. I've always thought fell down too often will grow one stronger. But in fact, it grows fear in me. The scar may be torn even wider.  There is no one for me. I shall fight all alone till the end of the journey of this life.&lt;br /&gt;How can we get a love so true. How nice. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a deadline week so i have a lot more to do and to catch up to the top closer. Deep sigh. Disappointments just kept on hitting me, blank promises seem fine with the world. Excuses over excuses, just to ease off their guiltiness! I've lost the faith in people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-225817113629363890?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/225817113629363890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=225817113629363890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/225817113629363890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/225817113629363890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='除了她，你应该谁也看不见。'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-9182713814667231396</id><published>2009-03-24T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:13:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody moody nowadays!!!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-9182713814667231396?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/9182713814667231396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Close Yet So Far</title><content type='html'>The invisible wall, separating both.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure where they are standing.&lt;br /&gt;So close yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;But i could feel you.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling i once felt.&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of broken glasses,&lt;br /&gt;stabbed and pierced through the weak heart.&lt;br /&gt;Everything gone.&lt;br /&gt;The scent.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth.&lt;br /&gt;The naughtiness.&lt;br /&gt;Like a kid had fell down.&lt;br /&gt;Cry out for mama.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could ease off your sadness.&lt;br /&gt;The wound will closed and mend one day.&lt;br /&gt;Bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's just beyond reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3973303843933551198?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-5422728478900813226</id><published>2009-03-19T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:38:32.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good choices of mind</title><content type='html'>God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;To make good food choices;&lt;br /&gt;Courage to turn away from baked goods;&lt;br /&gt;And energy to exercise daily.&lt;br /&gt;Living healthy one day at a time;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying my journey;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting that the road to wellness can be hard;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the tools of better eating out into the world&lt;br /&gt;As I should, free from the bad habits of the past;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting that making wise decisions today will pay off tomorrow;&lt;br /&gt;If I surrender to my will&lt;br /&gt;I will not beat myself up in this life and the next&lt;br /&gt;But I will remember that this is a life long journey;&lt;br /&gt;A journey that is well worth every pound lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-5422728478900813226?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/5422728478900813226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=5422728478900813226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5422728478900813226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/5422728478900813226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-choices-of-mind.html' title='Good choices of mind'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-8980504888352791756</id><published>2009-03-10T03:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T02:03:20.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall</title><content type='html'>Can't help thinking how strange sometimes when ludicrous people reject each other. Throwing all reason for a season of mindless escapement. Like playing a rehearsal in a enclosed space, let you listen to all sorts of turn-and-twist. Yet they struggle too hard in the hurricane of arguments to wreck down all the opponents. Until end of the day, i could see they are intoxicate themselves in the aftermath of wrestle. Denying the fact that one would not want to admit, feign a flawless image that he thinks is perfect. In fact, it is too ugly to be revealed. A straightforward reply would make a world difference. Just a simple NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-8980504888352791756?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8980504888352791756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=8980504888352791756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8980504888352791756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8980504888352791756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/into-each-life-some-rain-must-fall.html' title='Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-7629331066738181430</id><published>2009-03-09T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T01:58:08.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Against The Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Health freak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how my dad called me when he saw me was busy in the kitchen with veges. Lettuces, tomatoes, cucumbers, apples, and a little thousand island dressing make my day. Gain weight is ten times easier than lose weight, what a wonderful thing in world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVhqgI_6eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qV309LJrDvI/s1600-h/DSC09822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVhqgI_6eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qV309LJrDvI/s400/DSC09822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311258718363445730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVhqDGG08I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3JJn_76eeD8/s1600-h/DSC09823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVhqDGG08I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3JJn_76eeD8/s400/DSC09823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311258710566687682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working is fun. But I need to earn more in a short period of time, what keeps me going is only money. Really glad that i tried this job. I've learnt alot. I am sure i will miss all my crazy colleagues soon. Thanks for everything ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVtgVpteeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dCamFr60i8c/s1600-h/DSC09707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVtgVpteeI/AAAAAAAAAVw/dCamFr60i8c/s400/DSC09707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311271737888700898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the phone where i spend my day on it. Red colour means on the line, but this happens only once in a blue moon. Probably after getting scold from out manager and happen for like few hours and then back to normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was one afternoon, the Raj was playing with the fire extinguisher and then suddenly the whole office was whitely fumed. He is too playful. O.0 The desk, chair, floor were all dusty and his playfulness troubled the pak cik cleaner to clean up the mess that he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjS_fSYbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tsJVFYO8T7w/s1600-h/DSC09810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjS_fSYbI/AAAAAAAAAVg/tsJVFYO8T7w/s400/DSC09810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260513484825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjSv-F6cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/25tBL6UkuN4/s1600-h/DSC09807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjSv-F6cI/AAAAAAAAAVY/25tBL6UkuN4/s400/DSC09807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260509319064002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjSM6-q1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/c01QKJi6OEs/s1600-h/DSC09809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjSM6-q1I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/c01QKJi6OEs/s400/DSC09809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260499910765394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjR6Z0ZuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/G7h-UYHqzwM/s1600-h/DSC09811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVjR6Z0ZuI/AAAAAAAAAVI/G7h-UYHqzwM/s400/DSC09811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311260494939842274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVsPyqnXCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/P0NseS9HHDA/s1600-h/12-11-08_2346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVsPyqnXCI/AAAAAAAAAVo/P0NseS9HHDA/s400/12-11-08_2346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311270354107718690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My manager(guy) and one of my colleague(girl). Handsome boh? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVtgvKGrFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wSbodW6OQ1Y/s1600-h/DSC09735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVtgvKGrFI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wSbodW6OQ1Y/s400/DSC09735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311271744735456338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;True Fitness outdoor swimming pool on 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry for the not quality pictures nowadays. My photoshop software is gone due to the recent com reformat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-7629331066738181430?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/7629331066738181430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=7629331066738181430&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7629331066738181430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/7629331066738181430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/against-clock.html' title='Against The Clock'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uFPX6dwDFjE/SbVhqgI_6eI/AAAAAAAAAVA/qV309LJrDvI/s72-c/DSC09822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-29386496218818495</id><published>2009-03-05T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:56:43.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection of the broken pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;bloody. harsh. fake. confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;reclaiming the crown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-29386496218818495?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/29386496218818495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=29386496218818495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/29386496218818495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/29386496218818495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/recollection-of-broken-pieces.html' title='Recollection of the broken pieces'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-1795610286964234846</id><published>2009-03-04T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:26:42.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for your remind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Clock is ticking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Only effort can prove myself&lt;br /&gt;Give up makes failures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Journey is never too smooth for success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The smoother it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The harder i will tumble down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The lesser lesson i can take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Obstacles grow one stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Time pays me experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Life eventually becomes a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; A interesting one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"xxx, this is Britney calling from true fitness. Actually i would like to invite you to our club for free 7 days of memberships trial."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney starts the stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd March, I waited alone for 4 hours before someone realised my attendance and guided me to start working. The office is just a small one, still manage to fit 16 consultants in. It takes me one day to mix in, get used to all my funny colleagues. They show all types of craziness and languages as you could imagine. My life changed on the day they gave me a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITNEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes phone calls, talks like a profesional, acts like she knows everything, making up stories. In fact, she knows very little. She is only a rookie. One thing she did quite successful: people believe what she tells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, no one knows who in the world called kah yoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i worked at true fitness, i never long for any off days. In fact, I feel exciting to go work. I never like off days because once i come back from off day, it is always like I've  missed something undone. And then, there I start to slack and being la-la land. 10 hours of working hour never grow me weary though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultants never stop talking unless they lost their voices.  With my sexy voice i could not able to make calls, meet clients for precious 3 days. I coughed badly at my office until i have to go home after sitting down and stand for only few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned lots of things during the past one month. Things that are not written in book. Advices and grandma stories from clients, manager and colleagues. What they can show me is the experiences they had gone through. I appreciate things, have faith in making things happen, try to maintain a positive mind always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, i could mind-read people. The good ones, ugly ones, honest ones, liars and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-1795610286964234846?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/1795610286964234846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=1795610286964234846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1795610286964234846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/1795610286964234846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/03/thanks-for-your-remind-clock-is-ticking.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-3822705546392437929</id><published>2009-01-26T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:48:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having great times with my cousins and hang out around..&lt;br /&gt;Be aware everyone, mind what you re eating!! Stay your weight.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One advice, no overeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best! Get more ang-pau.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO from kah yoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-3822705546392437929?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/3822705546392437929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=3822705546392437929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3822705546392437929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/3822705546392437929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-having-great.html' title=''/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-2415328027164392323</id><published>2009-01-23T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:34:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A France name.</title><content type='html'>It is always hard when comes to introduce my name. Hard to remember, to pronounce it properly, even hard to imagine how to spell them. So i was thinking to have an English name for things to go easy. But, i have no idea whether it sounds nice or suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-2415328027164392323?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/2415328027164392323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=2415328027164392323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2415328027164392323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/2415328027164392323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-is-always-hard-when-comes-to.html' title='A France name.'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2260600557895908144.post-8798164023627891041</id><published>2009-01-23T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:37:38.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Fitness</title><content type='html'>Tired of counting my days that i have wasted. I would admit, I'm afraid to live alone. Can you imagine that you gotta go to work on your own, walk alone on the streets, go out for lunch, and everything by your own. Crazy right? Nobody can even be there to talk! I could cry a river and drown the whole world i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, passed 3 days were my training at True Fitness before i officially started to work for the company as a sales consultant i supposed. Training days were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have some brief introductions on the first day, where we were being toured around by the manager. The center has 3 floors, including the gym, aerobic and dancing classes, True Yoga, swimming pool and True Spa. Their facilities and work out machines are great too. Nice environment and costly of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, the manager taught us about the pricing part. And we were asked to present to him after he had demonstrated for once. Some were stammering, mumbling and i was struggling hard to recall back whatever he had said. Due to nervousness, some of us cracked out some funny jokes! I laughed a lot, ended up a stomachache. There was a chinese girl, who said 7000 instead of 700. LOL Then the malay, she was introducing the cardiowave machine, which actually helps to burn down the calories on your lower part. But she was saying "this can help to burn your lower part!" I couldn't control myself from not laughing. HAHAHA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday was my last day of training. We were assigned to have a trainer for each of us to learn the functions of the machines. There came a little misconception, the trainers thought we were coming to sign up for the memberships. However, I have went through all sorts of training and only the trainer realised i will become one of the staffs. She made me run 5 min/km for 10 minutes!!! And I tried all kinds of machines, for upper body front and back muscles, lower body front and back muscles, for the abs, sit up for 20 times, leg muscles, and blabla bla! A total of 7 different machines. Later i asked others, they just have 4 or 5 kinds only! Grr, I felt a little regretted of letting the trainer knows that i was an athlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I drove home and fell flat on my bed until this morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2260600557895908144-8798164023627891041?l=frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/feeds/8798164023627891041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2260600557895908144&amp;postID=8798164023627891041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8798164023627891041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2260600557895908144/posts/default/8798164023627891041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frailwingsofvanity.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired-of-counting-my-days-that-i-have.html' title='True Fitness'/><author><name>A lil crazy sometimes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
