tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11407145502705610522024-02-20T12:20:35.603-08:00AD DOG ert Muchamotry n figure dat out.. hehe..Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-78995243133201723902011-12-20T08:03:00.000-08:002011-12-20T08:06:44.124-08:00Just Another Review<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Title: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Before I Fall</span></div>
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Author:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Lauren Oliver</span></div>
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I just finished reading that book about an hour ago and WOW it was great! I absolutely adored the ending! I can really picture this book being made into a movie with narrations and a few flashbacks included, everything is described in such detail that the story just unfolds in your mind as a movie!</div>
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<i>Before I Fall</i> is about a girl called Sam Kingston (kept making me think of USBs) who is in high school and is part of the popular crowd. She has the kind of cliched life where she used to be a dork and at the bottom rung of the social ladder until the school's most popular girl decided to make her her best friend. This little group of 4 included Lindsay (the girl I was just talking about), Ally, Elody and Sam. </div>
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At first, you would think that they were those typical shallow, materialistic, popular girls who only hung out because they needed their own posse and could stab each others' backs without a second thought. However, as you read on, you would realise that these 4 girls really loved each other and thought of each other as family, doing stupid things together that you can only do with your bestest friends in the world.</div>
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Basically, Sam dies at the start of the book. This is so not a spoiler because it's clearly stated in the synopsis on the back cover. So how can the main character die in the first chapter? It's because (like the cover states) she dies and wakes up again on the morning of her death, forced to live through her last day alive again. </div>
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Pretty soon she realises that she's been given a second chance, a chance to 'get things right'. But not only is there a second chance for Sam, she also has a third and fourth and fifth and sixth and seventh chance! Yes, you read that right, she relives her last day <i><b>SEVEN</b></i> times.Wait I'm sorry, Day 1 was the official day she died, which means she relived her last day <b><i>SIX TIMES</i></b>. Oh this is just too confusing to explain. In short, she gets seven chances to live her last day right.</div>
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She spends her first few chances doing stupid things just 'cause she can. But the story gets more and more meaningful as it goes on. By the seventh day, she has changed into a different person and finally knows what she has to do to move on. I'm not telling you what, you go read the book.</div>
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The story is about an average girl who lives a life like many others. It's about how she learns to appreciate the little things in life and about realising how important certain people are to you. It makes you think about your own life and wonder what you would change if you knew this was your last day alive. How would you want to be remembered when you're gone? What memories will you leave behind? What will your last words to your loved ones be? Will you regret the decisions you've made so far and how can you change them? It's about living and sacrifice, learning from your mistakes and most importantly, accepting the repercussions of the choices you've made.</div>
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And I have to say, the last sentence of this book gave me chills. Don't skip to the end, read to the end. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599; font-size: x-small;"><i>Before I Fall </i>comes highly recommended. Prepare a box of tissues if you're the emotional type.</span></div>
<br />Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-64163144389071254602011-11-21T07:15:00.001-08:002011-11-21T07:52:26.688-08:00M is for Megawesome<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">HELLO WORLD! I have an announcement to make! MEGAN TEOH IS LIKE THE BESTEST FRIEND EVER! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This morning I had my first ever paper for STPM and right before I got to school, I realised something with a shock - THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME I DIDN'T GET TO CHEERS WITH MEGAN BEFORE A MAJOR EXAM!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ever since we became friends in Form 2, Megan and I have made it a ritual to cheers each other right before any exams we have and so, for every paper in PMR and SPM, we clinked bottles and cheers-ed (is this a real word?? who cares!)! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">However, as we all know, MEGAN IS NOT IN FORM 6 AND IS NOT SITTING FOR STPM!! Hence, I started getting a little disappointed about no cheers-ing and texted Megan. Less than a minute later, I got a reply! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Aww... Come come! Fake cheers. Ok i'm holding my tumbler now. *fake cheers!* gulp. Ahh..."</span></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">YAYY!!!!</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haha even from approximately 2km away, Megan can still cheers with me! This is only one of the reasons why she's such a Megawesome friend! She is honestly the most thoughtful and considerate friend anyone could have, with the purest heart imaginable! Even to the point of naivety...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Night before my exam, I signed into Facebook and found a message by Megan with a picture attached. It had a '+' sign and a drawing of a petrol pump with petrol dripping out of it. The title of this picture was -you guessed it- JIA YOU! Hahaha typical Megan. She also wrote that she couldn't send offline files through MSN and knew that Facebook is the second place I frequent the most. HOW WELL YOU KNOW ME, MEGAN!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">By the way, she did another drawing similar to that before my trials too. 'ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR TEST' very nice drawing made with Paint.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Another thing, Megan is never too busy for you. Need someone to rant to? She's there. Need some advice? She's there. Just wanna share some stupid video or picture? She'd love it. Need someone to accompany you to some dinner/event? Megan's your girl! She's even willing to dress up as a 'German' girl just 'cause you asked her to! (Pretty braids, Megan!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ok so Megan might be blur at times and need you to explain a joke to her. But nobody's perfect! And she's as close to perfect as any friend can get! Especially for someone like me who talks a lot and needs someone to listen without worrying you're boring her. :P</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh yeah and let's not forget Megan introduced me to Skype's awesome secret emoticons. She's the M to my M and we live in a world of colourful pellets of chocolates!! Sometimes with nuts included!! :D</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All in all, I LOVE YOU, MEGAN! (Let's see if you'll see this post *smirk*)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-70388243724952899332011-10-03T03:36:00.000-07:002011-10-03T04:05:36.984-07:00May I Take Your Order?Somehow, today I was thinking about the days when I used to work in HD and I found that I really really really really miss working there. :(<div><br /></div><div>It's not the workmates. Missing the workmates isn't too bad because I can walk by and see them anytime or go out with them anyway. It's the things that are unique to work and can't be done anywhere else that I miss. Such as taking people's orders, recommending new items, telling them not to order the fondue, etc...</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember once there was this big table sitting at table 11-13 and I went to take their order. They were wondering whether they should order the fondue or something else and asked me 'Do you think we should get the fondue?' I asked if they actually wanted the fruits and biscuits and they were like 'No, we don't really want the biscuits, we just want the chocolate sauce.' so I just told them 'Then don't get the fondue, get the Seventh Heaven or Paradise, depends on how many people wanna share it and you can always order extra chocolate sauce.' </div><div><br /></div><div>They said 'That's not a bad idea! I think we'll get both!' and they also ordered some Banana Splits. It just makes me <span class="Apple-style-span" >SO HAPPY</span> to make people happy. I wonder if that's some sort of syndrome... </div><div><br /></div><div>And then there's the kids! Not the spoiled annoying ones who demand things, but the cute, shy ones whose faces just <span class="Apple-style-span" >light up</span> when the ice cream arrives. I always feel like I'm bringing them a rainbow or something, watching their big smiles and bright eyes. Let's not talk about when that kid puked and I had to clean it up though. Boys are just useless...</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh and let's not forget the cute guys you get to ogle while working. It's just your curse to be ogled if you're hot so live with it. Not long after I started working, there was this table with 4 people: a couple with another guy and his mum. So from what I could tell, the older woman was mother to the 2 guys and the girl was one's of the guy's girlfriend/fiancee/wife. I was running up and down the stairs all night and knowing me, I was sweating already. </div><div><br /></div><div>So when I was taking this particular table's order, the mum and girlfriend were off to the toilet or something and the 2 guys were ordering. After I recommended some stuff, (Cappuccino Truffle is a must, and also Paradise if you're sharing) I repeated their order and asked 'Anything else?' and the guy with the girlfriend was like 'Yeah my brother here was wondering if he could have your number.' and his brother was like shooting him looks and going 'Har har he's just joking....' and I just said 'Nope, but you can have my shop's number.', feeling secretly flattered. (The brother who asked could've been just trying to put his brother in a bad spot to make him embarrassed but I don't care!) Can't deny the single brother had really nice eyes though, he was kinda cute.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hahaha this reminds me of how people had to ask me 'What's your name?' because all my name tag said at the time was 'Trainee, Junior Crew' and then after telling them my name, they would go 'How do you spell that?' That was kinda fun somehow. Sometimes I forgot my name wasn't on my name tag and thought to myself 'Can't they read?' Mean yet true. :P</div><div><br /></div><div>Another thing I miss a lot: <span class="Apple-style-span" >THE TAIWANESE FAMILY</span>!! Honestly, they were my favourite regulars. Always speaking with their Taiwanese accent and always so friendly, you just can't<span class="Apple-style-span"> not</span> like them! I hear they don't come every week now, just some weeks. I remember how they came as a family but didn't talk much, mostly just doing their own thing. Mum would be doing Sudoku or something, Dad would be playing with his iPad, Son would be reading his book (mostly thrillers and crime novels). The son had super long hair that all the girls envied and <span class="Apple-style-span" >always</span> wore plain, black T-shirts with jeans and steel-toed boots, thought sometimes he wore loafers. WHAT AN ADORABLE FAMILY! They also brought along their daughter and her family when she was out (I guess from Taiwan??) She has 2 kids, 1 boy and 1 girl, kinda cute and not noisy at all! (I like)</div><div><br /></div><div>I miss working... I wonder if it'll be the same if I worked somewhere else. We shall see next year. Not sure if anywhere can live up to HD... but I could be biased. :P </div><div><br /></div><div>Until next time, my dear, abandoned blog!! (haha no one reads you anyway, except me!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-5553061103347181122011-04-04T08:50:00.001-07:002011-04-04T09:54:35.041-07:00HELLO WORLD I'M BACK!<div style="text-align: left;">HALLOOOOO PEOPLE! (read that the way PistolShrimps says 'HALLOOO YOUTUBE!')</div><div><br /></div><div>I realise I've abandoned my blog for about a year already and it has been decaying bit by bit in that period of time but GUESS WHAT?! I'm blogging again! At least I'm blogging ONE POST. So.... if I abandon my blog all over again after today you can't blame me! :P</div><div><br /></div><div>The person you have to thank for inspiring to blog again is Tan Yi Ling. Just 'cause she mentioned I haven't blogged in a long time. XD Today's post is gonna be about my latest updates!! Plus I just wanna see if anyone actually looks at this thing. Megan, still got your RSS feed? Hahah bet not! Now that you no longer use your pc. I think....</div><div><br /></div><div>OK SO WHAT'S NEW?!</div><div><br /></div><div>First up, I resigned from work. Yeah.... Major change I needa get used to. Today's the first day I am no longer a part of the Haagen-Dazs junior crew and I don't feel the pain yet. But maybe that's 'cause I don't usually work weekdays anyway. :P I even made sure I have a jam-packed weekend all planned out this weekend to distract me from.... stuff.... HOWEVER! I have the best workmates on Earth and they bought me 8 SLICES of Secret Recipe cake as a farewell party for me. THANKS SO MUCH YOU GUYS though I know you guys don't know my blog exists! They made my weekend an extremely happy one. :D</div><div><br /></div><div>Next up, someone said something that made me MELTTTTTTT!!! Very sweet sentence that shall not be mentioned here. But that made me happy too! With a great big dopey grin!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Another awesome thing! My darling, Charlie uploaded another video, looking oh-so-charming with his wavy brown hair and pretty eyes!! Going 'AHHHHHHHHHHHH' all over the place and rubbing his nose with a bowl and making his cute Charlie faces and making brownies that I just might try because my mum said they looked nice. Michael Aranda and some other girl that looks pretty was in it too and Michael is HOT! </div><div><br /></div><div>Now for something that hasn't happened yet but is GOING TO happen! I'm making Oreo Cheesecake tomorrow!!! AND GUESS WHAT?! Just for reading this post, I'm gonna give YOU a slice! That's right, YOU!! Don't look over your shoulder, I'm talking to YOU! So come back in 24 hours and I'll have a slice of Oreo Cheesecake waiting for you! :D NO JOKE!</div><div><br /></div><div>Is this post long enough? Do I need pictures? Oh crap maybe I do... Hang on I'll upload some..</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FQ2dpx6IJDmd650MPAXSu1eiXloUwN0LKv-IYOx-Q-vYH0wjBkN1M5kBwmB7MPUQ6JyyBRa43uMs8ueFDYorCMQLXWOU7PpjwvZW698dQFcykd6nmgFBgskhDptwaedh6fsngQ5l2Caw/s320/198898_1901719701150_1186416749_32281130_3537961_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766594790736914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Picture I drew in Little Cottage 2</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkO5NUUiDfQ8CwwY1wjiI2WQnwhqywo2VtKM6BSlV8Ca0HlJ5suO6NbHZcTe0J1TIO_vRqdbhehd8w4b7L_BUCPoxrHMJQUP1mCrgJFQuNPxNhcRtoHt30YnefRzmzYzwfwMQCdYjxEcG/s1600/33823_485613913176_690178176_5936069_6547291_n.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkO5NUUiDfQ8CwwY1wjiI2WQnwhqywo2VtKM6BSlV8Ca0HlJ5suO6NbHZcTe0J1TIO_vRqdbhehd8w4b7L_BUCPoxrHMJQUP1mCrgJFQuNPxNhcRtoHt30YnefRzmzYzwfwMQCdYjxEcG/s320/33823_485613913176_690178176_5936069_6547291_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766607053599298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8I224ggWJEEPGhLtPSkuybZaYZTF0ob4K3jAtS2RFS5z24YSMhnOPZG4chSoWiWV7enw-am6sG3CiYQekDxZUvReLMVJ_kE9uvoGOk0C58kZavVHZHhfpAR6TZfbLkO31O0KFIPQxOZCT/s1600/DSC09528.JPG" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8I224ggWJEEPGhLtPSkuybZaYZTF0ob4K3jAtS2RFS5z24YSMhnOPZG4chSoWiWV7enw-am6sG3CiYQekDxZUvReLMVJ_kE9uvoGOk0C58kZavVHZHhfpAR6TZfbLkO31O0KFIPQxOZCT/s320/DSC09528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766609032352786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gotta love free pints.... 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Farewell cake!!</span></div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh3teXZjE3grhPPsL0j-6FqteShO2jFBaYRjPCEV2NN1UE5TgPBgXEiYQkhyphenhyphen_a82vWSystn1trxJSGOUBcqNaqqqSetmjk-OamyotuvJVIcxB1-t_y7H1pP7AZhAhxLghEt9csMw1ZP0Q/s1600/154993_10150325941620375_606640374_15914922_5749925_n.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh3teXZjE3grhPPsL0j-6FqteShO2jFBaYRjPCEV2NN1UE5TgPBgXEiYQkhyphenhyphen_a82vWSystn1trxJSGOUBcqNaqqqSetmjk-OamyotuvJVIcxB1-t_y7H1pP7AZhAhxLghEt9csMw1ZP0Q/s320/154993_10150325941620375_606640374_15914922_5749925_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591766587075175714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My bro forced to take a pic with me!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPNB9aQBWJsKpHXU_tkKR6fbbaqXO8_aWDOUFkDl2M4t2LThbSwkO9DcfAq0sK1tJC1bcsYtZBsjV-ZXH6vY-TRFPyk5yTifg0qQLqOc86Eq8P_9TjxrAxmJZH9VdDcvm779Mzw1JnGBF/s1600/Untitled3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPNB9aQBWJsKpHXU_tkKR6fbbaqXO8_aWDOUFkDl2M4t2LThbSwkO9DcfAq0sK1tJC1bcsYtZBsjV-ZXH6vY-TRFPyk5yTifg0qQLqOc86Eq8P_9TjxrAxmJZH9VdDcvm779Mzw1JnGBF/s320/Untitled3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769110981112930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2ZWyALDAboSpCFyopDn748IRaStiBLj7XJU4A2LoQU0VWqyyhX1TqBtNBgakDhSWzqK25tPbHK90xCPEW0Ge6SfLxpf0qQus2EKALokvYNUkh-m-PHITU7ar7VRterJX30TwuDzFfijl/s1600/Untitled1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2ZWyALDAboSpCFyopDn748IRaStiBLj7XJU4A2LoQU0VWqyyhX1TqBtNBgakDhSWzqK25tPbHK90xCPEW0Ge6SfLxpf0qQus2EKALokvYNUkh-m-PHITU7ar7VRterJX30TwuDzFfijl/s320/Untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769108439242050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-bg3sZgbX5FuEjN2Cge_u_7hrQbRkK2AtmxP3lQT3BCErlYUPJOsu5M_GtAUnlPgxuTANSIiKQv9E8GVk3kXM6lj0XAXkgmwmhM32BMjhSJDI2lqnn7TVDd8jSoqZcMGnTo4QKYfxAwCr/s320/Untitled4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769112690206514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwl4TeirOrIaOHP-j3mXkPM_hl7qNWE_nET9N_yYkdHP1phgn3u6ndHedisWGjmLQmWNk1IvI_do6Ni_kUrr3EJYwvKWy853hEq1zD7m6IU5qvhwStg8l7dmTHzYHkIdrgzNUg77-Oe8Qq/s320/Untitled5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769117861634274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV33NcCMOInFX7MsB7uoiMGphzMyWQthNSEvIbzYg_dEB7b4pGdxHxblFmrDYXjcd-ThH8-Bir52V-FOIRGOUEf_45RXLyUDKqBPj7LvAHvE3Y9cdkZVBhTWLM1LncbA-WamyY8RzVxhhw/s320/Untitled6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591769118901309314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnMCXThmXpt64uefq78_OuMiGgujISL0TACBvITT4ouByBsxXfEbR5yk749mplmIr0KtrRR7RYQTKQAyEadbzoSCfXxBLvZc6tH6ZsfCgZXTXjH0cf2vMbA9LFUaT6-uRkRP04zeJfWND/s320/Untitled7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771394450042802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQXAr9FDigQJtS28U8SvjNNSt3ZLx3NCeVsuRDysgR53bwyglSRcLIYCtILudRCu6a3QHDani7rqBYI2ZI8S3bBDrKWUDNHroeRjecjL7i5-gEXrUaQ7cq__k8kq3ZsIHNDpV3fmpSZdWA/s320/Untitled8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771394995206370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Charlie <3</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwKMtjWLV2NbLjz6GFAs62483djSl1o8j4gQmS6t9q2lwA20VV2y4fx4btGeirOfXC0LxxEoU8TZcOWJLywj3tTV9nXAVqo1WfIH7aUbtrDkPMQhH1_XRaFGN17hlKaAXx_5BwctBN8kr/s320/Untitled9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771399676114706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs5ks6nnuysQ_0TH8ptFde8-GVwI0snxZAqign1rGSjH99C83zfHbiXE_cF_MEITj7dp8WIYxb11ljsE6nIwHEzLdiMhhQby_NDT13IbvgIWccVxbR9w7pL1bAqETp9lN8CV12pci7XsYH/s320/Untitled10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591771403294098898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px; " /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >BROWNIES!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-75521891364800742632010-04-11T05:30:00.000-07:002010-04-11T05:31:17.505-07:00Cameron Highlands<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"> </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7cW-vgsHKsJ_XjkEUMs_NnpcDQgCdOJ3j93RLbkY3rQWr3BSx69vHuB6YLPHNrOHQvCfWhJaWW3oZ4awdSEQjPDs7ptFkeIZHAWIZ6aKhfmqdzpmKVcTb5-Y39QP74MMYPwmzsTdHj92/s1600/Cameron+Highlands.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7cW-vgsHKsJ_XjkEUMs_NnpcDQgCdOJ3j93RLbkY3rQWr3BSx69vHuB6YLPHNrOHQvCfWhJaWW3oZ4awdSEQjPDs7ptFkeIZHAWIZ6aKhfmqdzpmKVcTb5-Y39QP74MMYPwmzsTdHj92/s400/Cameron+Highlands.jpg" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-17786479971570945452010-02-02T01:33:00.000-08:002010-02-20T22:12:03.050-08:00New Year Cards<div>Chris made Chinese New Year cards! Nice or what?! To purchase one, please call Christina at 01x-xxxxxxx. The price for one card is RM1000 and please pay by cash. Thank you!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GgwnwP2I4FGDOGU452ALDPHdbLgNyYDx4S6dkiiUdWz_7Dl17S7C02XJFmNYX9waMIfird_7L99cMmvolpPYrtV7JFtZhh_c6NWVnfTwtstYF1hAniE33qcX9uEsHk0b_ACkWslN5OFy/s1600-h/DSC03243.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0GgwnwP2I4FGDOGU452ALDPHdbLgNyYDx4S6dkiiUdWz_7Dl17S7C02XJFmNYX9waMIfird_7L99cMmvolpPYrtV7JFtZhh_c6NWVnfTwtstYF1hAniE33qcX9uEsHk0b_ACkWslN5OFy/s320/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579019687693410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcaTkobTl3I5qupKsb5fnqZJ0aFHkiZNIVlsutN5pMmYxmeaTwuS0lL19V1MtQJ5eAU7P-dDf1V6jqO3OtHnqXsvOsvMK3A0HC59rVIJ-vtspt_UeZ-PLzfHbuW8gaXRw1XgV_Fovdp_y/s1600-h/DSC03242.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcaTkobTl3I5qupKsb5fnqZJ0aFHkiZNIVlsutN5pMmYxmeaTwuS0lL19V1MtQJ5eAU7P-dDf1V6jqO3OtHnqXsvOsvMK3A0HC59rVIJ-vtspt_UeZ-PLzfHbuW8gaXRw1XgV_Fovdp_y/s320/DSC03242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579013609133826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qWGJcUza2x_-7rzu_FK6VKSgjzcIjYEImFgrj5ys7cwiI8HmU05POIH_6Ny2n5KunRhMJCpJzbkQbGuQa1miIsjBlTW9sstoX4bZ6X8V_EKZlCO1wWUXiAnrddJLDsQDDyZYV-1PVm_t/s1600-h/DSC03241.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qWGJcUza2x_-7rzu_FK6VKSgjzcIjYEImFgrj5ys7cwiI8HmU05POIH_6Ny2n5KunRhMJCpJzbkQbGuQa1miIsjBlTW9sstoX4bZ6X8V_EKZlCO1wWUXiAnrddJLDsQDDyZYV-1PVm_t/s320/DSC03241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579006734209938" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkExo18cZkRgPw-BJAXZBeWYxEMfeLAY9msTXsIssFGyJXsWDw_-0LhhbWdCeMW3JZvvyt2msmhtyMRPzpwGnbXowd2xlJfmqDOxFz1Yc8UsXyqqLzeZA0bjCkK98_lfgQj81vALQ2xP_/s1600-h/DSC03240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkExo18cZkRgPw-BJAXZBeWYxEMfeLAY9msTXsIssFGyJXsWDw_-0LhhbWdCeMW3JZvvyt2msmhtyMRPzpwGnbXowd2xlJfmqDOxFz1Yc8UsXyqqLzeZA0bjCkK98_lfgQj81vALQ2xP_/s320/DSC03240.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433579002842578226" /></a>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-81878402280279476372010-01-28T01:59:00.000-08:002010-01-28T23:15:33.365-08:00Chris's Art from 3 years Ago<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMD1fqjyzrYoxrfSMhClrnmYXOKXwtarF0DHVX0IH5XdGG8yqTHiMz906sESoXtbqsR0vlXPOZzF34uw5uX2Fw2tl0DN1960ufQdjwhPXt0A_8RxfCyKLRpmnJEAy9pHm-VkLw1C6rDVQy/s1600-h/001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMD1fqjyzrYoxrfSMhClrnmYXOKXwtarF0DHVX0IH5XdGG8yqTHiMz906sESoXtbqsR0vlXPOZzF34uw5uX2Fw2tl0DN1960ufQdjwhPXt0A_8RxfCyKLRpmnJEAy9pHm-VkLw1C6rDVQy/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431728603490617842" /></a>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-36710535886505689732010-01-25T23:11:00.001-08:002010-01-26T00:16:12.471-08:00PIMPLE COOKIES!<div>Everybody seems to be getting<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> pimples</span> lately. Is it the heat? Is it the late nights? Is it stress? Who knows!</div><div><br /></div><div>But anyway, I was complaining to a friend of mine about them, and the things that so-called friend were saying made me think of<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Pimple Cookies</span></i>! </div><div><br /></div><div>What are pimple cookies, you ask? Well they are<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> cookies made with strawberries in them</span> so it looks like the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">cookies have pimples</span>! Brilliant idea or what?!</div><div><br /></div><div>So I went on Google and found a recipe for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Strawberry Chocolate Chip Cookies</span> (aka <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Pimple Cookies</span>) and decided to try them out! They looked hideous but I thought maybe they would turn out nice...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(By the way, Chris was absolutely disgusted by the idea and Megan liked it. Typical...)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I finally bought my strawberries on Saturday and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">made the cookies on Sunday</span>. I didn't like them.</div><div><br /></div><div>First of all, they <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">didn't look pimpley enough</span> to me. Yeah, it was reddish but I didn't have enough strawberries so...</div><div><br /></div><div>Secondly, they tasted <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">HORRIBLE</span></i></b>! The recipe did not tell me they were<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> soft cookies</span> but they came out soft, even after adding a few more minutes to the cooking time. And you could barely taste the strawberries in them! The only thing that gave it some<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> taste </span>was the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">chocolate chips.</span> Though my brother and mum seemed to like it...</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, maybe they're <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">not <i>that </i>bad</span>.... I just don't like them. Never ever making them again! They tasted like<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> kuih bulu</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> with chocolate chips</span>. Just imagine that!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here're some pictures I took of them. Tell me if you think they actually look pimpley.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DzWDwulmsgr9pahhWHJJ-aRCygOlqnRvjIrdEjip_8h1kxlAIT_3Y63XN2T7ibcxRUmvAjIB0kSaeFwOrHuBYpCUsGUIRXcOT8YSipNSsywF1K-WqFczu9_Ax7bmgKB3XP419itb4qro/s1600-h/DSC07161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DzWDwulmsgr9pahhWHJJ-aRCygOlqnRvjIrdEjip_8h1kxlAIT_3Y63XN2T7ibcxRUmvAjIB0kSaeFwOrHuBYpCUsGUIRXcOT8YSipNSsywF1K-WqFczu9_Ax7bmgKB3XP419itb4qro/s320/DSC07161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946775474157490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmo3OesfBfVPC9JIZR-yqMpk0L0CJKG7mLve-Aphyphenhyphen6XVYU04NskCZl60VLqy8gQQCvAUq9_Ma9CNDq4x3WjMY16QfadbDY99pv3lJrJcPVFRXp6f2mekEZbRdF34OgzF0b1BlY53Um5V-C/s1600-h/DSC07162.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmo3OesfBfVPC9JIZR-yqMpk0L0CJKG7mLve-Aphyphenhyphen6XVYU04NskCZl60VLqy8gQQCvAUq9_Ma9CNDq4x3WjMY16QfadbDY99pv3lJrJcPVFRXp6f2mekEZbRdF34OgzF0b1BlY53Um5V-C/s320/DSC07162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946767306514802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttRcjhw4PBDiig8C-N2p7flCA85-1XTFOEZ3CtoIMpyIlSEGCkuAVm_eklwoyyrhl0aVFa0ztqOok65YKZzgMkhs4n-26mF_Pp-T43fMT3NiRgPaRJZ3yK940vQEioPIiJMwr5LBw8V1W/s1600-h/DSC07163.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttRcjhw4PBDiig8C-N2p7flCA85-1XTFOEZ3CtoIMpyIlSEGCkuAVm_eklwoyyrhl0aVFa0ztqOok65YKZzgMkhs4n-26mF_Pp-T43fMT3NiRgPaRJZ3yK940vQEioPIiJMwr5LBw8V1W/s320/DSC07163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946759428463490" /></a><br /><div>I also made <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Afghan biscuits</span> today. And<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> chocolate chip cookies</span>... But I didn't take any pictures of those yet. Here're what my Afghan biscuits look like. Mmmmmm... Yummy....</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXT0Bg2TCKk1bH4BQMRAX3sVDLp7HE1sKiqYuFhM5V9bX-mXmpgcMwSNLDsE6YQyqnsUUVUdtWGqqC-UQVEvnpZiVi4NO-B2e8Wu9tD0GRU4nnO4UPui2Cj0EYOPappcCWv8dVIhegJrlC/s1600-h/DSC07165.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXT0Bg2TCKk1bH4BQMRAX3sVDLp7HE1sKiqYuFhM5V9bX-mXmpgcMwSNLDsE6YQyqnsUUVUdtWGqqC-UQVEvnpZiVi4NO-B2e8Wu9tD0GRU4nnO4UPui2Cj0EYOPappcCWv8dVIhegJrlC/s320/DSC07165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946751103409426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgheo_KSvWZuiLY3WuXazaDAkq5QUNrahi6EJyTWUbED0S2DyuoQfHZQ_hI3cGAngWScAWYYm3S8Y2l1tV2NBvlsxh6Wxoy43Pds9vdUwlrZ1mQoe85X0zpbM233LVmrolYJH0chRmuvTRR/s1600-h/DSC07166.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgheo_KSvWZuiLY3WuXazaDAkq5QUNrahi6EJyTWUbED0S2DyuoQfHZQ_hI3cGAngWScAWYYm3S8Y2l1tV2NBvlsxh6Wxoy43Pds9vdUwlrZ1mQoe85X0zpbM233LVmrolYJH0chRmuvTRR/s320/DSC07166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430946741397479362" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This post was dedicated to my art. Get it? HAHAHHAA!</div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-80126678530091795142010-01-18T02:51:00.000-08:002010-01-26T00:38:22.376-08:00My Mummy's Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div>My brother and I woke up at 7am to make my mum <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">breakfast in bed</span>. I know, we're like the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">best kids on earth</span>.....</div><div><br /></div><div>My brother was smart enough to plan what to make. However, he forgot that sausages need time to defrost after taking them out of the freezer and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">that's where I come in</span>!!!! I also made the toast and even put the butter on them... Awesome or what? Sometimes i amaze myself...</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPtSZC0H3JFlZRYI-XSWtDPLJx2GVLc11NeyBvwr-QZQCGAgq2t6egQkI8ADvdqit4tY0Hvd_Rdck1CCfJZmzyO9YuwVNks88psmbodnAt4LxIGCQpD4xm2D06DuQSAaMOUO9F2-Mq-_3/s1600-h/DSC07130.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzPtSZC0H3JFlZRYI-XSWtDPLJx2GVLc11NeyBvwr-QZQCGAgq2t6egQkI8ADvdqit4tY0Hvd_Rdck1CCfJZmzyO9YuwVNks88psmbodnAt4LxIGCQpD4xm2D06DuQSAaMOUO9F2-Mq-_3/s320/DSC07130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039710558948370" /></a><br /><div>Oh yeah and my mum said we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">didn't put any flowers on the tray</span> but who thinks of stuff like that?!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I also made her a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">super cute card</span> which was 100% my idea n made by <i>moi</i>! My art has obviously improved a lot.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> *smirks*</span></i></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRB8qn-AHCsKLI8qn3F_ytGmnJAG2I_NIpMv_w-xc5xHkLAdoj_e4p_ijJbOX3BHkYqx_CAXDbdNAAOJQTLZnJpH6ieEtqArnczrQUqyAVOUUJMiAh4NhDKoY7Q2WpbZCX803UY5ITlmpC/s1600-h/DSC07127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRB8qn-AHCsKLI8qn3F_ytGmnJAG2I_NIpMv_w-xc5xHkLAdoj_e4p_ijJbOX3BHkYqx_CAXDbdNAAOJQTLZnJpH6ieEtqArnczrQUqyAVOUUJMiAh4NhDKoY7Q2WpbZCX803UY5ITlmpC/s320/DSC07127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039702319638466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkype1pKMJIko6o1KvM5z2xLR_bf0oDVsLpJP4Dqenp90kBRew3RZRHpFAwlYFK6VNc18dbo_Zu0KsZKGPxiMW4er-wHxlyv4R77iQ6EwiyJJC-Mh2w8CsVaAmhQBg57AfM9owt4LzsiS/s1600-h/DSC07128.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEkype1pKMJIko6o1KvM5z2xLR_bf0oDVsLpJP4Dqenp90kBRew3RZRHpFAwlYFK6VNc18dbo_Zu0KsZKGPxiMW4er-wHxlyv4R77iQ6EwiyJJC-Mh2w8CsVaAmhQBg57AfM9owt4LzsiS/s320/DSC07128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039691070162162" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My bro's card looked like something<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> made by a 5 year-old</span>. And <i>he's</i> supposed to be the artistic one! *snorts*</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXUE2x-beDWfMKkyNEG6A9XcnqUorOhqGH5m4oD_wcHzz_bMFROLvPzQGjBBRu-m7f6Mujo3TFYUA9AV3zofyXh7ACFVGQ_HFq6QMhX-a4fcXSE5azCrbsOIg8SPmjiXJ6J-6zYRUeIUl/s1600-h/DSC07131.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZXUE2x-beDWfMKkyNEG6A9XcnqUorOhqGH5m4oD_wcHzz_bMFROLvPzQGjBBRu-m7f6Mujo3TFYUA9AV3zofyXh7ACFVGQ_HFq6QMhX-a4fcXSE5azCrbsOIg8SPmjiXJ6J-6zYRUeIUl/s320/DSC07131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428039679286914162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-xw0mUzseADGnZ06oilnlN5RLxYWkZ-wtIsS-__KwWw2TF5aFG_dmcrG86URD1VbduaMGo3GGelZpNkENfRUEARHXegxT4NceN_P38LjWmUlyhcFzd8aB2ql89tkQU8zwF5LXXXA3V4N/s1600-h/DSC07132.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-xw0mUzseADGnZ06oilnlN5RLxYWkZ-wtIsS-__KwWw2TF5aFG_dmcrG86URD1VbduaMGo3GGelZpNkENfRUEARHXegxT4NceN_P38LjWmUlyhcFzd8aB2ql89tkQU8zwF5LXXXA3V4N/s320/DSC07132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037236263932098" /></a><br /></div><div>Then at night, we went to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Hard Rock Cafe </span>where my dad bought my mum her birthday present - dinner.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwG5023MsF3tHUCIYPFLUqrnytbwUVE1WmAGHBV009MiRjOwytHf6dYyJ9PfjPbvKlxkrcLRvGNTjW7pLqpW2vuOtjkkEqV_kVPTxRlP5JYRzuvTAuvtTMPYfLbtzWq9fyMu1Fr_mDFZN7/s1600-h/DSC07141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwG5023MsF3tHUCIYPFLUqrnytbwUVE1WmAGHBV009MiRjOwytHf6dYyJ9PfjPbvKlxkrcLRvGNTjW7pLqpW2vuOtjkkEqV_kVPTxRlP5JYRzuvTAuvtTMPYfLbtzWq9fyMu1Fr_mDFZN7/s320/DSC07141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037232428759810" /></a><br /></div><div>My mum looking happy 'cause she knows she has an amazing daughter.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyoh16Y5w-M2IkuiXFH4C4bcD6V1hbjDMCHwqp0pdG0WMYl7I2ePF2psKu-BOC1ytrZaieEa34WYEIeSA4ZPQ6gecywEGcGPLoaZprWlO3cQYbnVNXocs9SbIdzVqshuhXbpjeoYFjaWT/s1600-h/DSC07142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyoh16Y5w-M2IkuiXFH4C4bcD6V1hbjDMCHwqp0pdG0WMYl7I2ePF2psKu-BOC1ytrZaieEa34WYEIeSA4ZPQ6gecywEGcGPLoaZprWlO3cQYbnVNXocs9SbIdzVqshuhXbpjeoYFjaWT/s320/DSC07142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037223491808530" /></a><br /></div><div>We ordered <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">NACHOS</span></b></i>!!!!!!!!!!!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">So good</span>........ They were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i><b>SO BIG</b></i></span> too!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYv3GPZXLlbZRo0WcH5VZIs5qhzdQRBV1GOT6l1auUHd5cjwMIpbXuJqj1xDtaNYh9T3auPlsmYRoOCLSjRHkuQGz-cRi4n2-raP5EsbFMZSYhHzg7yV6stnFj8ucKy5FKbnZUvxFbCbK/s1600-h/DSC07144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYv3GPZXLlbZRo0WcH5VZIs5qhzdQRBV1GOT6l1auUHd5cjwMIpbXuJqj1xDtaNYh9T3auPlsmYRoOCLSjRHkuQGz-cRi4n2-raP5EsbFMZSYhHzg7yV6stnFj8ucKy5FKbnZUvxFbCbK/s320/DSC07144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037215071968050" /></a><br /></div><div>My bro looking like all his Christmases have come in one go, 'cause he's got cake in front of him.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_JhdXrcI8lPUckT64CjP8Y3pRGHZFD-j_1j_AXDyuXMVV0nxjrL-o2o1x2h3a_UNWDscOccmx-q7yUsbqBi-QjLlmuF_6QmIv2kr7-rXsj92MIJD8OQUj3-9Gv1ucFjzHrYBmoDm7_5E/s1600-h/DSC07148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7_JhdXrcI8lPUckT64CjP8Y3pRGHZFD-j_1j_AXDyuXMVV0nxjrL-o2o1x2h3a_UNWDscOccmx-q7yUsbqBi-QjLlmuF_6QmIv2kr7-rXsj92MIJD8OQUj3-9Gv1ucFjzHrYBmoDm7_5E/s320/DSC07148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428037208228260770" /></a><br /></div><div>The band came on at 10.30pm and I really liked them! The lead guitarist was<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> REALLY GOOD</span></i></b> and he could even play the intro for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Sweet Child O' Mine</span> with his <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">guitar behind his head</span></i>! Cool or what?! The girl singer was my dad's favourite. I liked her too. She sang nice!</div><div><br /></div><div>They were called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">The Hybrid Band </span>and 2 of the band members were Thai while the rest were Filipino. The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">bassist</span> is, by far, the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> cutest member</span>! He looks like a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> fisherman</span>! Just look at him!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_nqJB9rv54eeD08M1JdIhLbaSuzY3h2Zg9oqwFC7cUKcR4yNBghIdJYyrrzGEDQvwjOdK-vKlqfhSY7892W8Ipxfxh1HpYbPb3sfCa4Dad9hrXoyTw2Vg-SDe3f2iTJgS1X7StGZgHKa/s1600-h/DSC07150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_nqJB9rv54eeD08M1JdIhLbaSuzY3h2Zg9oqwFC7cUKcR4yNBghIdJYyrrzGEDQvwjOdK-vKlqfhSY7892W8Ipxfxh1HpYbPb3sfCa4Dad9hrXoyTw2Vg-SDe3f2iTJgS1X7StGZgHKa/s320/DSC07150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033247170864370" /></a>Cute right??????? He and the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">drummer </span>are Thai. The drummer was cute too. You should see him when he's playing. Hahahaha......</div><div><br /></div><div>'The picture below is of the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> lead guitaris</span>t who is just oh-so-cool. Thought I hate his hair. It was long and straightened! But I guess <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">rock stars need long hair</span>...</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_uvv8L7445GzBLqKhFjD0gi0UbMiVtu4XJFsAVrri0uSu2lxDZ_1kmAHNu5zp4s4iZcCIblmBnnljCZKp8AGRfJyIjuVeZsVJf7Oafcd8V02O3L7ZbaXLwUbGsWsBF7U0-dKvRqRZjPX/s1600-h/DSC07152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_uvv8L7445GzBLqKhFjD0gi0UbMiVtu4XJFsAVrri0uSu2lxDZ_1kmAHNu5zp4s4iZcCIblmBnnljCZKp8AGRfJyIjuVeZsVJf7Oafcd8V02O3L7ZbaXLwUbGsWsBF7U0-dKvRqRZjPX/s320/DSC07152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033236237637122" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here are more pictures of them. The whole band. Try and catch them at Hard Rock Cafe soon, 'cause I think they're leaving next week........ I'm not sure.....</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3wgonhpSlbDNQl0e0zuURFduZivmzSkxQEB0ZJNpXzz6i0yzqfmvCfXOHozugQrAMFwAkcjRPpeXNIZBisTGewKit_41Qmn9dTn1hDdCsCaeL4PXnj7F2bxMtyFvVYuIBEdmhjWhps9-/s1600-h/DSC07153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3wgonhpSlbDNQl0e0zuURFduZivmzSkxQEB0ZJNpXzz6i0yzqfmvCfXOHozugQrAMFwAkcjRPpeXNIZBisTGewKit_41Qmn9dTn1hDdCsCaeL4PXnj7F2bxMtyFvVYuIBEdmhjWhps9-/s320/DSC07153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033231017818546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLu_qHbI8n5NWrTMQkQQypMg_5FO9Uqf-QxlgktlDJ-ESnDPwnwAKo0uCw61o5giEo5pje7Uyq_0cYj1mzw9s8hH6LMKW2YrfjyKOo-fBBt_-TdUcm2d0TdF2_dqUeZ8BCDlIAPtsd2zA/s1600-h/DSC07154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXLu_qHbI8n5NWrTMQkQQypMg_5FO9Uqf-QxlgktlDJ-ESnDPwnwAKo0uCw61o5giEo5pje7Uyq_0cYj1mzw9s8hH6LMKW2YrfjyKOo-fBBt_-TdUcm2d0TdF2_dqUeZ8BCDlIAPtsd2zA/s320/DSC07154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033221313745010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWTNGdqOZVgDB93NRTljfTZh1qFU97fS6Bahfx8Ntylyi08_1Jh9pExCvwF1fLFSwR9sgG55CmVLgoWry9GYS3Miy4hPC0xiuNJZ02rFvht3KqCmd0G_Mhe1gjMBEm0VRUCnDBtbZv1Dd/s1600-h/DSC07155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWWTNGdqOZVgDB93NRTljfTZh1qFU97fS6Bahfx8Ntylyi08_1Jh9pExCvwF1fLFSwR9sgG55CmVLgoWry9GYS3Miy4hPC0xiuNJZ02rFvht3KqCmd0G_Mhe1gjMBEm0VRUCnDBtbZv1Dd/s320/DSC07155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428033209777398850" /></a></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-91869399956619112782009-12-02T22:11:00.000-08:002009-12-02T23:23:26.901-08:00The Vampire Academy<div style="text-align: left;">I just read this new book from the library. It's called <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i>Shadow Kiss</i></span> and it's the 3rd book in the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Vampire Academy series. </span>The library didn't have the first and second book...</div><div><br /></div><div>I started reading it and I was absolutely hooked. I finished it in about 7 hours and was left wanting more! I was even in tears towards the ending!!! That's how good it was!</div><div><br /></div><div>The heroin of the story is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Rose</span> and the hero, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Dimitri Belikov</span>. Let me just say this is why I prefer books to movies - you can use your imagination to create any guy that you think'll match the character, and you can change characteristics you don't like. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dimitri is supposed to have long hair in the book but I don't like guys with long hair so I imagine him with short hair. <b><i>HOT</i></b>! Think<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Steven Strait </span>with long/short hair. He looks good in either.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLZn0D3Q4s-Wu-7-syDruKw92s1vgyXxmE-bRPVNGrTGfgdJ4rnx8PgUtujLVg-omXW4e8Z8Q_IYZCXEUKPUTH6W75AMMVBOCR3pTqVGYPd5OKdfo_NzSDYoz1BeFIqcTNSCACkQT0p8U/s320/steven-strait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904339808547634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtR9WVZwSlBO3jEAKNI4Kb24Q6CCw2-cdjo6TBclW3SGKVpEBtsSrc4hNoWuRtIOvyNx28M-ATftOEGNGi0cRddrgVat6GDW6zXGrgPZ2VofJPZVZUlm1Tz5jma7dK5KLEvq06FQ9IQvHn/s320/Steven+Strait.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904484677075618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, Dimitri is Rose's<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> mentor and soon-to-be partner</span>. Both of them are in charge of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">guarding Lissa</span> after she graduates. They know that they aren't supposed to love each other and try to fight it but their efforts are futile. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a quote from one of the books, I got it from this blog: <a href="http://yavampirebooks.blogspot.com/">http://yavampirebooks.blogspot.com/</a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you."</span></span></span></div><div></div></blockquote><div><br /></div><div>Forbidden love is always the sweetest. They make you wanna go, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">"Just kiss her already!!!"</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div>Actually this book reminds me a little of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Twilight</span>. I've noticed that a lot of vampire books have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">love triangles</span> in them. Probably makes things more interesting... Though it gets boring after awhile...</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's what the book's about: </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>They come first. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>That is what Dhampir, Rosemarie Hathaway was taught since young. Dhampirs (half vampire, half human) are bred as guardians to Moroi (mortal vampires who can use magic). Dhampirs protect Moroi from Strigoi (dead vampires who are made, not born, they're evil). </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>She is in her last year at St Vladimir's Academy and she already knows her assignment for when she graduates. She was chosen to guard her best friend and Moroi royal, Lissa Dragomir, who is the last of her line. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>Lissa has a rare affinity for spirit instead of the usual 4 elements: fire, water, air and earth. Her power of spirit allows her to heal people but she went one step further with Rose and brought her back from the dead.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>Ever since, Rose has had a bond with Lissa that allows her to feel everything that Lissa is going through, even though Lissa can't feel anything from Rose. This phenomenon is said to be called 'Shadow Kiss' and Rose is able to act as Lissa's shadow. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>All her life, Rose has been dedicated to protecting Lissa and doing what's best for her. She never thought she'd have to choose between the man she loves, Dimitri Belikov and Lissa. To her, the choice was always clear. They come first. No matter what, Lissa always came first. That was the way it'd always been.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><i>But what does she do when tragedy strikes and Dimitri needs her? </i></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, everyone. This book is really really really worth reading. Chris, ok, read the first book first. Probably better that way.</div><div><br /></div><div>ps. Check out that blog link for more vampire books. She's awesome. She really seems to know all the vampire books and she updates her blog regularly unlike someone...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK5ab4J5ZfqTaYH__qZATtm5XcyFUWeyjdpyeqnVve6HeRPRLIRgZMdrgDdNLg4Ym2r1W932P4WS8e5NYCiiqAIFpEAH2HTAUfF66eBQYKjxY5v0DEXcMuu4mJvZNcAIzHq63uWqCFgA4/s1600-h/Vampire+Academy.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqK5ab4J5ZfqTaYH__qZATtm5XcyFUWeyjdpyeqnVve6HeRPRLIRgZMdrgDdNLg4Ym2r1W932P4WS8e5NYCiiqAIFpEAH2HTAUfF66eBQYKjxY5v0DEXcMuu4mJvZNcAIzHq63uWqCFgA4/s320/Vampire+Academy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904333973522354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Book 1: Vampire Academy</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tnMwxy0_ASadqYpyKaXtc5p88DEnTb9SBHi65tnLQU_wJMfZ_zr2e8E4wrSreRY1LxAlwTS6Z_zcd3VxGIEBvh7LncyiMMUx3A6nZHmz_UmIy9khW0eEZwMUWPPPmyDo3T48NB_dgDtV/s1600-h/Frost+Bite.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tnMwxy0_ASadqYpyKaXtc5p88DEnTb9SBHi65tnLQU_wJMfZ_zr2e8E4wrSreRY1LxAlwTS6Z_zcd3VxGIEBvh7LncyiMMUx3A6nZHmz_UmIy9khW0eEZwMUWPPPmyDo3T48NB_dgDtV/s320/Frost+Bite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904328125064674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Book 2: Frostbite</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyP6cnOq1Lx9KzXgXolRk_OJnUejKlc6fb5he0JdVUh5s_2fvJwmTWnzJLYByNpUTdRn-yaT74E0tRJ7ePIr90u0ifjrexC5ntfw4mYezFNjl-QdyYUq9DulylReRv3RO7p9EycaNMPU4I/s1600-h/ShadowKiss.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyP6cnOq1Lx9KzXgXolRk_OJnUejKlc6fb5he0JdVUh5s_2fvJwmTWnzJLYByNpUTdRn-yaT74E0tRJ7ePIr90u0ifjrexC5ntfw4mYezFNjl-QdyYUq9DulylReRv3RO7p9EycaNMPU4I/s320/ShadowKiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904325246812386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Book 3: Shadow Kiss</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHhvcXLBKb_PmQCmTVCTYsrCtQdNvd1IgRxPLII1C4gir3VDf6ikDdzrnD2nA9rsOmAuu9IlCppPAhmg7O2eEe78BfN-E8LP3vMCz0B5w7wJoVjTz1qaauqqzrxp_N2rAp1_LNuXLBCjF/s1600-h/Blood+Promise.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHhvcXLBKb_PmQCmTVCTYsrCtQdNvd1IgRxPLII1C4gir3VDf6ikDdzrnD2nA9rsOmAuu9IlCppPAhmg7O2eEe78BfN-E8LP3vMCz0B5w7wJoVjTz1qaauqqzrxp_N2rAp1_LNuXLBCjF/s320/Blood+Promise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410904315861764018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Book 4: Blood Promise</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7ObMkixNtQZens8flVNAyNMZ7FbONdts0mKOCSUlJ-uVe5_NQMZy_OgfmBxmq6udz5fy5KbmPm8A-4Z1e4H-gMxvQTIkpXxq1TZa99J8deLqbiaKODkXZ1Z3TMkuuI5PDi8RiOItqXOq/s320/Spirit+Bound%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410905441398575634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Book 5: Spirit Bound</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I can't wait to read <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Blood Promise </span>and<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Spirit Bound</span>! Chris, Sick, Megan, my birthday present?? Please?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh ya and I was wondering what Dimitri's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Russian accent</span> sounded like. I found this video. When she's repeating her sentence and says <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">she's from Moscow</span>, she's speaking with a Russian accent.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UgpfSp2t6k&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3UgpfSp2t6k&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>I don't like it. My only consolation is the book said his accent only has a<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> little bit</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> </span>of Russian in it.</div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-36150744961372539362009-12-02T11:51:00.000-08:002009-12-01T19:51:40.405-08:00MJCMT Collage<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhduXLyJGdPcifIqdg97Bt_7_Eeg2GbbCXkNEGbTgkG7Ex41L8uKPEZ_ihqYNJbMOZQzftdTVVO70uUmL2Slh1a7x60jluhWJCmjmQbN6-TR0hUGu6wP75rGKMlo_mhyphenhyphenidRGO3O9CNFs8w5/s1600-h/Ty's+Reunion.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhduXLyJGdPcifIqdg97Bt_7_Eeg2GbbCXkNEGbTgkG7Ex41L8uKPEZ_ihqYNJbMOZQzftdTVVO70uUmL2Slh1a7x60jluhWJCmjmQbN6-TR0hUGu6wP75rGKMlo_mhyphenhyphenidRGO3O9CNFs8w5/s400/Ty's+Reunion.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I was playing around with Picasa and this is what I came up with. Hope you guys like it!!! (Click on it to make it bigger)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ty, its sorta like a welcome home present to you. A bunch of pictures from when you came back in January.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tell me what you think!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">ps: Chris you were right! <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Picasa is awesome!!!</span></b></i></div></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-966729071689588202009-11-30T23:30:00.000-08:002009-11-30T23:57:51.586-08:00Hotness Intensified<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I have no idea whether my title is grammatically correct but that is how I feel about the</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">wolf pack in New Moon.</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>New Moon would be completely not worth watching if it weren't for the wolf pack. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Alex Meraz</span> who plays<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Paul</span> (the wolf who got pissed and Jake had to beat him up), is the hottest werewolf there!</div><div><br /></div><div> There was this scene in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Emily's house</span> where they were all waiting for Paul and Jake to come back and when Paul came in, he<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> sat down</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">looked over his shoulder at Bella</span>, <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">grinned a bad boy grin </span></i></b>and said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">'Sorry.</span>'</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">WHOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!</span></b></i></span> My heart just went "THUMP!" <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">SOOOOO HOTTTTT!!!! </span></b></i></div><div><br /></div><div>That concludes what I like about the movie. Here are some pictures to ogle. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnL96ZsLz4fZUjnjHv1kUon0-SO04notylQszU_YhiAbBR0uCisMQGmzOVSjRIbTftRJIZGey0fYPTmSr5USaXuGRajjNfcBzty3hzRyV_QYuPgiel-nVN9xsLMNelNZiLlJ2wzlcc9ET/s1600/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack-lads-alex-meraz-taylor-lautner.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYnL96ZsLz4fZUjnjHv1kUon0-SO04notylQszU_YhiAbBR0uCisMQGmzOVSjRIbTftRJIZGey0fYPTmSr5USaXuGRajjNfcBzty3hzRyV_QYuPgiel-nVN9xsLMNelNZiLlJ2wzlcc9ET/s320/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack-lads-alex-meraz-taylor-lautner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173075520866290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOCfDz4ZFjpqg3ea4jOBNv2zU-6WDc99tNgzqRZ2Qz2QbtyYO4HL4STBM2sJ_P3Zo5Zs4-o0nw_OzHRQuJ78wxQ6gcS7GWl_diH4j9xtcPMMQ1mA-BhHOJ5vwLG_1v-tU0kUWdzify2D6u/s1600/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOCfDz4ZFjpqg3ea4jOBNv2zU-6WDc99tNgzqRZ2Qz2QbtyYO4HL4STBM2sJ_P3Zo5Zs4-o0nw_OzHRQuJ78wxQ6gcS7GWl_diH4j9xtcPMMQ1mA-BhHOJ5vwLG_1v-tU0kUWdzify2D6u/s320/twilight-new-moon-wolf-pack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173065179701490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZeQ2IDxL_ImymoRnIdiF16nvUc_KdMeM9j9zIaAw1ctXeJzNcVKbUkfVImEW4rekY3RRw-0ce38AFHCALs0HMbwD3uXVKQne_xErz5U_pm5XvtHQWjJjBaAXn60gfxD8b0R96uRFqRbK/s1600/alex-meraz-new-moon-twilight.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZeQ2IDxL_ImymoRnIdiF16nvUc_KdMeM9j9zIaAw1ctXeJzNcVKbUkfVImEW4rekY3RRw-0ce38AFHCALs0HMbwD3uXVKQne_xErz5U_pm5XvtHQWjJjBaAXn60gfxD8b0R96uRFqRbK/s320/alex-meraz-new-moon-twilight.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173059294046546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Alex Meraz *swoons*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDFy2Bc9v5PlC0pcOzfBi3SvlrbNMiXTHDrqorY5WnyRa9S6sHe0P0WTMAxP5SMlSmjpTIlobXFTVG2uDxK929jrBTthmDPVKQssXxi-LvisFv01V2i3umv6X_9cY9-FaYoqBJZGM2PoD/s1600/3793095318_e16377b6e7.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghDFy2Bc9v5PlC0pcOzfBi3SvlrbNMiXTHDrqorY5WnyRa9S6sHe0P0WTMAxP5SMlSmjpTIlobXFTVG2uDxK929jrBTthmDPVKQssXxi-LvisFv01V2i3umv6X_9cY9-FaYoqBJZGM2PoD/s320/3793095318_e16377b6e7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410173054962318290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px; " /></a></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-30375027677183267582009-11-20T05:47:00.000-08:002009-11-20T06:37:21.699-08:00My Script for The Script<div style="text-align: left;">Today I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">relaxing </span>while watching my mum bake a cake. I listened to my<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> iPod</span>. I heard a lot of my nice songs. Then <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">The Script</span> came on. I am a new fan of The Script.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> I love their songs</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I thought of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">making up a story using their lyrics</span> and I came up with this: (before reading, please know that "I" is a little boy)</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I love listening to the script so much that I incorporate their lyrics into my daily life. However, I always seem to get in trouble when I start saying them. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">First my dad told me to take out the trash after dinner. But my favourite show was on so I said, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">"I'm not moooovinggggg....... Yeah......"</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I kena whack.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Then, the next day in school, I finally got the guts to tell the girl I like,<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> "I'm yours...."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">The thing I didn't know was that she had just asked for someone to do her homework for her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">After school, I went to church and the pastor asked me if I had finished reading the Bible. I decided to reply with, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">"Now I'm looking throught the Bible, trying to find a loophole."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">The pastor thought I was trying to find a way to sin and gave me a long lecture.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">When I was walking out of the church later on, I saw another little boy crying at the side of the road and went up to him to say, <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">"Together we cry."</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">He punched me and continued to beat me up until I cried out,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><i> "I'm falling to pieeeeeeeecessssss!!!!" </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">When I got home, my mum told me we were going to her friend's party and I objected with, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"><i>"I'don't care, 'cause I won't know, anybody there."</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">She whacked me too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">In the end, I sat alone in my room going,<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;"> "It's the end where I begin...."</span></i></span></div><div><div><br /></div><div>After my mum saw it, she asked me why "I" keeps getting hit. I said it just fit the lyrics...</div><div><br /></div><div>Megan liked it. If you like it, leave a comment. Here's a picture of The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Scri</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">pt</span> to keep your eyes busy while you think about it.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazFBTx0-OXFeiNi3sV9VpD6LMthhwT6ETRxKA3jCDeRIfr5qhA4FjeoMpzYZemaeLMz1Fr_-usF0mqBuEUPpV_jLpc3MQH9vqIPhhiiCXU4gcvqMwPrseYQDUOkMr3lt_6KrQlD2uKLrp/s320/ebba_the_script.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>The members are:</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><ul style="line-height: 1.5em; list-style-type: square; margin-top: 0.3em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 1.5em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; list-style-image: url(http://en.wikipedia.org/skins-1.5/monobook/bullet.gif); "><li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Danny O'Donoghue</span> - lead vocals, keyboards</span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Mark Sheeha</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">n</span> - lead guitar, backing vocals</span></li><li style="margin-bottom: 0.1em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Glen Power</span> - drums, backing vocals (rhythm guitar on recordings)</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Source: Wikipedia </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Script"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Script</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> )</span></div></span></div></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-14529578111714340492009-11-01T23:13:00.000-08:002009-11-20T06:38:13.198-08:00The Story That Led Me HereI know I'm 1 week late but better late than never right? So today I'm gonna blog about my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">graduation day and everything related. </span>Sit yourself down for a long post.<div><br /></div><div>Ok so when I was<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> 1 of the 8 </span>(that sounds so cool, like the Power Of Five) chosen as the 2009 graduation dinner committee, I felt kind of sad that none of my best friends were chosen (ie: Chris) but now, looking back, I realise that might be a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">good thing</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>If I had a close friend with me on the committee, I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">wouldn't have bothered </span>with anyone else and wouldn't have communicated much with the rest of the committee. I can see this is what happened in YE last year. Megan and Chris were in YE with me and what happened? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">We stuck to ourselves</span> and didn't mix much with the other people 'cause we knew we already had our own little posse. We didn't need anyone else as long as we had each other. This might be bad sometimes 'cause you become antisocial and don't really connect with your other colleagues (did I spell it right?).</div><div><br /></div><div>So anyway, I was stuck with 7 other people I didn't really know very well for a year. The worst thing was that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Chaw Yeh was our chairlady </span>and I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">didn't really like Chaw Yeh</span> last year. (Don't worry Chaw Yeh I like you now!!) I don't really remember why but I think it was partly 'cause she was the mean-looking AMD and I didn't know her. Also because she said something to Megan and Chris about 'not contributing' or something.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I was thinking to myself "What? Chaw Yeh's chairlady? How am I gonna work with her for an entire YEAR?! With no friends near me!" I wasn't happy. Then besides <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Chaw Yeh </span>there were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Kasvini</span> (I liked her), <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Hsieh Zhen</span> (never really mixed with her that much... But she seemed nice) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Shi Han </span>(I knew her and liked her so I was ok with her), <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Ee Lynn</span> (didn't know her), <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Siew Chii</span> (sort of knew her) and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Karen </span>(who the heck is that?).</div><div><br /></div><div>At the start of the year, I stuck to Kasvini and Shi Han 'cause I didn't know the others well. I got to know Yee Lynn and Siew Chii 'cause we were the ones who ran around telling classes to hurry up. I still didn't talk to Chaw Yeh, Hsieh Zhen and Karen but I was starting to see they weren't so bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>The as the year wore on, I was<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> forced to mix with every single person on the committee</span> 'cause we had to practice our dance, think of a theme, plan this, plan that....... I realised it was actually kinda fun being on the committee. I really didn't know <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Chaw Yeh could be so sampat</span> and that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Hsieh Zhen</span>'s quiet and serious exterior was hiding a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">psycho girl </span>who laughs at everything. (Still didn't mix much with Karen so I'm not gonna talk about her. I'm still not close to her anyway.)</div><div><br /></div><div>So hor, by the time we were skipping class everyday to hang out and do stuff (can do stuff and have fun at the same time so don't accuse us of slacking), I was looking forward to seeing our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">mismatched and dysfunctional committee. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>It wasn't all fun and roses though, we had our ups and downs. There were times when I'd feel like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">punching someone</span> and there were times when I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">didn't wanna leave</span> their good company. All of us had strong personalities and of course there was the clashing of horns but that's normal in any committee.</div><div><br /></div><div>I realised how we all changed in a year. Well I don't know about them but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I changed</span> (I think). I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">grew up</span> while <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">hanging around kids</span> and found out that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">stress can do funny things to people</span>. I learned that you can't get along with everyone, you can't please everyone and how even little things can change a person's view of you.<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> (Damn I sound wise!)</span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Chaw Yeh</span>, I like you now. Like your whole family la. *winks* It was nice to realise you're not mean and that you can act so stupid when you're around stupid people. You're good at taking charge and making sure people get things done. You're not afraid of telling people off and that's a good thing. I like the way you say<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> 谁</span>. 这是<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><b>谁</b></span></i>的? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i><b>SHEIIII!!!!! </b></i></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Kasvini</span>, please learn to be more punctual. (I don't think you read my blog. Hehe!) Take it easy. Don't stress so much over little things.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Hsieh Zhen</span>, who knew you could act so 幼稚. You very funny la. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Big, big house </span>with only<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> round things.</span> HAHAHAHAHA!!!! You give your opinion on everything and usually you're right (only on the artsy stuff). You act <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">weird</span> sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Shi Han</span>, I like the way you're so<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> direct</span> and don't beat about the bush. You have good taste in music and you're good at computer stuff. I already knew I liked you.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Yee Lynn</span>, you've got a lot of contacts and it seems like<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> you know everyone.</span> You don't like complimenting Shi Han and you also act like a kid a lot. (Hey most of us do so you fit right in) You know your drama stuff and that helps.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Siew Chii</span>, (I just realised I have never seen Siew Chii online before. Does she even have a computer?) I like the way you<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> do your eyes </span>at people. A bit like juling but funnier. You're a bit blur sometimes. Haha!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Karen</span>, no comment. I don't know you well enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would like to thank all of you guys for<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> dealing with each other </span>and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">not causing each other serious harm. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Most of all, I wanna thank those<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> people who came to the auditorium last year to choose your committee</span>. You guys chose well. <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">We rock!</span></i></b> If you say you loved this year's grad night, it's thanks to you guys too. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Without you, we'd be nothing. </span>Seriously.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Chris and Megan</span>, your ears have been very patient. You've endured me a lot. All the time. Not just about the grad night. You see I told you I could <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">keep secrets</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Special thanks to the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">technician's daughter</span> and the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">engineer's daughter</span> plus <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Hsieh Zhen</span>. Without you guys, I'd be a sobbing mess. You saved us all. And Chaw Yeh, I know you're happy I gave you work to do. I did you a favour by <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">tripping over that wire.</span> And don't you dare ever forget about the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> lam mee thing</span>! Hsieh Zhen, you're the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> best plastic surgeon</span> I know. You did wonders with our broken backdrop. I loved being the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">'backdrop mia people'</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Who else to thank? Err.... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">My mum</span>? For err.... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">being my unloading bin</span>. All the secrets I kept from Megan and Chris went to her. Thanks for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">telling me what you think about everything</span>! It helped.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Pn Chan</span> probably never gonna see this but I wanna thank her too. She gave <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">valuable advice</span> and allowed us to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> skip class</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chaw Yeh help me thank <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">your dad</span> for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">fixing the thing </span>at the last minute! I was panicking at the side until he came along.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Zhao Min</span>! Thanks for your<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> lip gloss</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanna <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">thank myself </span>too, for doing such<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> awesome make up</span> last Saturday night. I'll give myself a pat on the back.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think that's it. I hope <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">next year's committee knows they're got their work cut out for them</span>. *smirks* Haiyah they all drama people sure can la!</div><div><br /></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-78081863772812926832009-10-26T22:41:00.000-07:002009-10-27T00:33:01.329-07:00What An Eye Sore<div>While everybody blogs about<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> graduation </span>and stuff, I'll be blogging about my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">hospital stay</span>. I was gonna blog about my graduation too but I guess that'll have to wait 'cause this is more exciting!</div><div><br /></div><div>So on Sunday, the day after our graduation, I had a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">cold and a sore throat</span>. Probably 'cause I didn't drink much water the day before and was screaming my friends' names all night...</div><div><br /></div><div>So that was ok, but then my mum bought some medication for my sore throat from a pharmacy and that night, and it got worse. <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">WAY WORSE! </span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Half an hour after I ate the medicine, my eyes started to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">swell up</span> and it looked like I had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">mosquito bites</span> above and under the eyes. This happens sometimes (I don't know why) so my mum and I thought it was normal and waited for the mosquito bite things to go down. But it just got<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> worse and worse and worse</span> until I could barely open my eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>The whole time it was swelling up, I was on the internet <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">getting tagged on Facebook, talking with Chris and checking my mail</span> but after it got really bad, I didn't have the mood anymore so I told Chris I was going to the hospital and logged off everything.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then my dad started asking where I was going and everything so I said hospital but he's like 'All the people in the hospital at night are trainees and you shouldn't trust them' so I got fed up and asked 'So what do you want me to do then?'</div><div><br /></div><div>So he told my mum to call his doctor friend and ask him what to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>This was about 10.30pm and my dad's friend (let's call him Doc) told me to go to his house so he could take a look.</div><div><br /></div><div>I got there with my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">slitty eyes </span>and when he saw me he was like '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Oh this is serious</span>.' then checked my blood pressure and everything. Then he said I had to get an injection but he didn't have 1 at home so I had to go to the hospital and probably stay overnight.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I took my IC, insurance card (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i>I have insurance!</i></span>) and overnight bag and went to the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">A&E</span> room in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Lam Wah Ee</span> Hospital. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to Doc, I got treated first and I kind of felt bad 'cause there were a lot of people waiting but my mum told me I looked the worst.</div><div><br /></div><div>So then while my mum went to register, I lay on this bed in this room waiting for the nurse to do whatever to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>After a while a nurse came, asked some stuff, yadda yadda yadda.... Then she stuck that thing in me, you know <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">that thing</span> where they <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">only needa poke you once and they can give you as many injections as they like</span>. So I was kinda surprised that she could find my vein on the first try 'cause my mum told me its very hard to poke a fat person's vein 'cause there's too much fat in the way. Anyway she managed to do it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then she told me 'We're putting water in ok?' and she injected the water. Then she said 'We're gonna put the hydro-dunno-wat in now ok?' then she injected hydro-dunno-wat in me. Then at last she put in more water and I was done.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">This is where the fun starts. </span>I got wheeled in a gurney all the way up to my room which was a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">single room</span> in the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">new wing</span>. (Bliss!) And the whole way up I had to try not to smile 'cause I was getting <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">WHEELED</span></i></b>! On a <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">GURNEY</span></b></i>! And only 1 dude was pushing me so must've been hard on him...</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I got to my room where they took my blood pressure and emasured my heart rate and everything all over again.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then after everybody left, my dad turned on the TV to watch football. And my mum said they had <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">CARTOON NETWORK</span></i></b>!</div><div><br /></div><div>I wanted to SMS Chris and tell her what went on 'cause she might've worried but my dad was like 'Don't tell anyone ur staying in the hospital until you get out or they'll be bothering you all night and calling you.'</div><div><br /></div><div>Right at that moment, Chris called me but I quickly rejected her. She called again while I was SMS-ing her not to call me again and I rejected her again. </div><div><br /></div><div>When my dad finally left to go home, I pleaded with my mum who was staying the night with me to let me call Chris and it would only take a minute.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, knowing my mum, she said ok and I called Chris and told her everything that went on and she was worried and everything then called me a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">drama queen</span> for acting normal one second and telling her I'm going to the hospital the next. Hehe!</div><div><br /></div><div>So then I went to 'sleep' but I couldn't sleep so I just lay there and sort of slept and at 5.00am nurses came in to check my heart rate and whatever again and at 7.00am the cleaning service turned on all the lights and started cleaning the room.</div><div><br /></div><div>So.... I got up and turned on<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Cartoon Network</span> and watched stupid cartoons. Who even watches the<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Pink Panther and that stupid crane </span>thing anymore? The pictures look so old, do little kids still like watching them?</div><div><br /></div><div>And then that stupid Tom & Jerry came on. I seriously do not know why T & T like watching that show so much, it's <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">so lame</span></i></b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>I finally turned it off and went to sleep but later on when I turned it on again, there was the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Powerpuff Girls</span>!!! I only got to watch the ending of the japanese version and then the original version came on. By this time, my bro was there 'cause my dad insisted he come to see my beautiful room.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here I took some pictures of the TV and the shows and even got a video so enjoy! I know I did.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I'm not putting up any pictures of me 'cause I looked horrible and I do not want those pictures on the WWW. I'm only gonna show them to friends in real life. Oh ya and I skipped school today 'cause my eyes are still really swollen but not as bad as Sunday night.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLifg3vLAtEjTlh8Rhz_ezyAymNm8j4xaa1Jh6d7jYatNIugRdYTHu7wSieNLb0PL0Yp1Reo78z7DFC2TZCaSCtj7lR5KMHxbn7jZQs9mpRxfxB37QdqoMETRYcEEmx64eaUIy-N60wZe/s1600-h/DSC06233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLifg3vLAtEjTlh8Rhz_ezyAymNm8j4xaa1Jh6d7jYatNIugRdYTHu7wSieNLb0PL0Yp1Reo78z7DFC2TZCaSCtj7lR5KMHxbn7jZQs9mpRxfxB37QdqoMETRYcEEmx64eaUIy-N60wZe/s320/DSC06233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397165612034930114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixUXjfN-7Oz5B1X7_wCxLRsYGXqdoRHIL89bR-deRqlexJWhVrkXVM58cm7FopBCuHaQC33zyInDHUZOGelgjTP-gOFdxWi6twy3JxBbldH9ziMUebMGOOFGl463KME-jHOj6bkWlLmGCf/s1600-h/DSC06237.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3anrkrx6KOeXbUIfY33B0QNcdadOpswm_IYPaYZR1QOv-tDzV3u0_zVQ0JywD1b4m99sdqVlq_HKlaGoo8cTnJtl6bEsDZzVyo5SFekUXLTYNFwXI2jFnqaijokwCNtVqDuizPd8weda/s320/DSC06245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397162964213115794" /></a><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNqthXcPkGDZj6i4luxvsrtpCz7JLDWu7v1GZqDauzu2ddxZMr1el287_FYGJTpNlE2Y6XtS-NzdRP7HkrlQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-4541157609322353982009-10-19T04:41:00.000-07:002009-10-19T06:18:39.554-07:00New Shoes, New Shirt, New Bruise<div>Last Friday, I wore my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">new shoes</span>. It was the first time I wore them out in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">the real world</span> so I was really excited! When I came home, My shoes didn't even have a scratch on them! I was so proud of how I managed to keep them <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">shiny and new</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Then on Saturday, I went out with the Rangers and wore my new shoes again. (because I was wearing the same outfit. Don't worry I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> didn't sweat!</span>) And after I got home, I found out that<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> my foot was hurt! </span></div><div><br /></div><div>The<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> skin came off at the back of the heel</span> but it didn't really look gross. Just a little red...</div><div><br /></div><div>But it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">HURT</span>! When my pajama pants brushed past it, it hurt. When I bathed, it hurt. When I accidentally poked it, it hurt! </div><div><br /></div><div>So today, when I went to Queensbay, I was <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">SO HAPPY</span></i></b> when I found this shirt!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJqr_OPR929DEFtzZOU2ZHOzF4AyJk1mqP6xj9Q1ZNpyCtm2gT_neorKbPZtJ35leDoL5lFXHZkwBuLFcZxmBOcA3HNbdm8obBmZt1LCSGTHvmaUAeqg1ZtSWY9ghPx4ZzJTFQS_dJxDdf/s320/DSC06170.JPG" /></div><div><br /></div><div>It completely describes how I feel! 'Cause when I went to the Ranger dinner thing, Sue Yin told me I look like I'm <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">22 or 23 years old</span>! HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH!!!!! I look <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">SOOOOO mature</span></i></b>!!!!</div><div>Especially since Shi Han looked like a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">little kid twisting her fork and knife</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>This was what I was wearing on that night. I know la.. My eyes look so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">tiny next to Wan Ching and Shu Yon</span>.... Well it shows that I was smiling broadly and happily ok?</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2cw4ExiyhB5FR2fuYbNrZAxguUjJ8OqWe1DjAK40k8KZeEztY-_dS7Lavipq5LEJ-zGuxqs02FjlLP3GuFsYjxCtKt9N-lmx6gQUxTXxvxwXUhPB31WQjii5V5uNwzUvo7njk1eQt2Vi/s1600-h/DSC06148.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga2cw4ExiyhB5FR2fuYbNrZAxguUjJ8OqWe1DjAK40k8KZeEztY-_dS7Lavipq5LEJ-zGuxqs02FjlLP3GuFsYjxCtKt9N-lmx6gQUxTXxvxwXUhPB31WQjii5V5uNwzUvo7njk1eQt2Vi/s320/DSC06148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394278074814224354" /></a>And if you're curious about how my foot looks today, here's a photo. The yellow thing is not pus la, its flavin. It's supposed to help the wound heal. This is the first time I ever <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">hurt myself for vanity's sake</span>. <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">I'll NEVER DO IT AGAIN!</span></i></b> I'd rather look ugly than get THIS! <div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKTDmW9jxM5KZqAg4NFQ-t-YsPVSGKkBy5ngWXZxxXOFbrbmdNnmwAgBbwB1_s-J72SxlOWLof0rsGxT_UlDDbd6njmt0HBlKciCeEGJZrlMjwOVbE87mukwl2crOxoYKEUtOoudZ3nk9m/s320/DSC06173.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ya its bad. It just got <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">redder and redder</span> since Sunday... Oh well! Lesson learnt. *rolls eyes*</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh ya and I also bought this shirt.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5WzKZwzPhPC60B98TTpYjIdhGlYmrSS3kESH93-UCVqogyULTFLTI2i_nNJcXTcKBnfbmwZAF6nbhMNIBxNvqyF1oAPI0N4XNAUcGl_QPrtM2a7jNS00ZL8ODaBPg-p1K7RJe-Ok-WnF/s1600-h/DSC06169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5WzKZwzPhPC60B98TTpYjIdhGlYmrSS3kESH93-UCVqogyULTFLTI2i_nNJcXTcKBnfbmwZAF6nbhMNIBxNvqyF1oAPI0N4XNAUcGl_QPrtM2a7jNS00ZL8ODaBPg-p1K7RJe-Ok-WnF/s320/DSC06169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394278052211548274" /></a>My mum actually said she might borrow it sometimes. HAHAHAHAHA! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Oooh you're a BAD GIRL aren't you...... </span>Wait. <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">EWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></i></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Forget I said that....</div><div><br /></div><div>Enough for now. Bye!!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>ps I would like to thank my charming, genius friend for reminding me '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">it was your own stupid fault for wearing your new shoes.</span>' Thanks a lot.</div></div></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-85951899933820604822009-10-02T08:33:00.000-07:002009-10-02T08:36:27.843-07:00Destined For An Early GraveI just saw that there is a trailer for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i>Destined For An Early Grave</i></span>, 4th book in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Jeanine Frost</span>'s Night Huntress series.<div><br /></div><div>Here's the link: <a href="http://www.jeanienefrost.com/">http://www.jeanienefrost.com/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>I thought I would get a good look at Bones but there's so little of him!!!!! *pouts*</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah well at least I get to read the 1st chapter!!! Hehehe!!!!</div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-31634909956343749942009-10-02T05:41:00.000-07:002009-10-02T06:04:39.975-07:00Exam's Over, Results're Out!!!Hohohoho!!!!! Exam finished yesterday. Got these results today: English, Chinese, Add Maths, Accounts, Maths.<div><br /></div><div>Guess which one I'm the proudest of??? Come on! <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Guess!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i><b>CHINESE</b></i></span>!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now its only paper 1 results, which is the essay part, but I did <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">GOOOOD</span></i>!!!! I even beat the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Chinese Genius Chun Han</span>! Hahaha!!!! And when <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Shen Chaei</span> turned around to see my marks, she shouted, '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I only beat you by 2 marks ah????</span>'</div><div><br /></div><div>Well I was shocked too! I mean I'd never gotten <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">B- for directed writing</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">C+ for continuous writing</span> before!!! I'm so proud!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh I just realised I didn't actually say how much I got yet. I got *drumroll*........<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> 65.5</span>!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Good right? Now I only need to get 35 for comprehension and I'll pass!!! Woohoo!!!</div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-40535547932536892092009-09-20T06:19:00.000-07:002009-09-20T06:23:59.616-07:00Megan, let's try again....<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FR2D77AFYQ0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FR2D77AFYQ0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>This isn't as good as the first 1 because in the first 1, there was also the scene where Beyonce won the Best Video Of The Year award and when she went on stage to give her speech, she said she won her first award when she was 17 and it was 1 of the most exciting moments of her life, so she welcomed Taylor Swift to come on stage to finish her speech and have her moment in the spotlight. </div><div><br /></div><div>There was also a scene where Kanye was on the Jay Leno show and Jay was asking him how his mum would feel if she saw this and Kanye cried.</div><div><br /></div><div>This video only shows when he took the mic away from her. But I think that's enough.</div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-45010525462116867652009-09-18T03:11:00.000-07:002009-09-18T03:13:57.995-07:00Megan!! This is for you!!!!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n-MIxAFSOc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n-MIxAFSOc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>Hahahahaha...... First thing I saw was Taylor Lautner!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Poor Taylor Swift must've felt so humiliated... She just stood there on the stage, not knowing what to do next...</div><div><br /></div><div>Beyonce was really nice about the whole thing!</div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-59388091626862722492009-09-04T08:25:00.000-07:002009-09-12T05:40:07.146-07:0017 for the First Time!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">The day before my 17th birthday</span>, I did a lot of things. More importantly, I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i> ATE</i></span> a lot of things. Which is probably how I got <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">food poisoning </span>this week...<div><br /></div><div>But we're not talking about <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">this week</span></i>, we're talking about <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">last week</span></i>! I am now going to tell you what I did on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">28th August 2009</span>. (ps I am not encouraging you to stalk me, I'm only doing this 'cause Chris asked me to)</div><div><br /></div><div>First I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">woke up</span>. (Duh!) Then I had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">breakfast</span>. I forgot what I ate but I remember I woke up at 10am... So <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">maybe I didn't have breakfast</span> 'cause I already knew I was eating lunch at 12 noon... Ya that's it...</div><div><br /></div><div>Next, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">get ready for birthday lunch with the family</span>! (I had it on Friday instead of Saturday 'cause my cousins were going back to KL on Saturday morning)</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok so <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">put on my pretty clothes,</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">brought my camera,</span> brought my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">bag to keep presents</span>, brought my<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> ears to listen to my super-super talkative younger cousins talk </span>(what can I say? They take after me...) , brought my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">topics of conversation</span>, and most importantly, brought <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">my dad to pay</span>. Hehehe...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Had lunch</span> while my 6-year-old cousin, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Deryn, whispered into my ear</span> while <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">simultaneously chewing her food</span> (oooh! Multi-tasker!). I watched my 2 8-year-old (<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Robin and Troy</span>) and 1 6-year-old(<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Tyler</span>) cousins <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">bond over <i>Nintendo</i> Gameboy</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Helped my grandma get back in the car</span>. Didn't realise that I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">didn't take any pictures</span> at all until I got home. Heh-heh...</div><div><br /></div><div>But don't worry! I took pictures of all my presents! All 2 of them! (According to Deryn, only children give presents because adults give ang paos) Here they are! Deryn drew the first picture and Robin drew the secnd one.</div><div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RgENVdAhdnti9bxyfzkIi57pH9XjsPlzDUoIZkax9CzIr8rtBzvPktwizPRiing-vG-L3vYRyL_DXPAoFuTlgYERhNb2bnNb715CpYalD07uHZpgC6B9bVW9TAES_PPBVtdDcfvCrjR8/s1600-h/DSC05476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RgENVdAhdnti9bxyfzkIi57pH9XjsPlzDUoIZkax9CzIr8rtBzvPktwizPRiing-vG-L3vYRyL_DXPAoFuTlgYERhNb2bnNb715CpYalD07uHZpgC6B9bVW9TAES_PPBVtdDcfvCrjR8/s320/DSC05476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378301562197479810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDSJ75JQkhZnq_irUM-UKIElIA7JbOx8zujkTDAUmBCU8x9mB6FHMDcNZPgTkgXdXYWDlEsd_hKhE5sE9X6JEoymcijfeKU1sdzobFrinNBi0pgs_kEhdSyiStXz7QzN-klSM9WRDPHmw/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDSJ75JQkhZnq_irUM-UKIElIA7JbOx8zujkTDAUmBCU8x9mB6FHMDcNZPgTkgXdXYWDlEsd_hKhE5sE9X6JEoymcijfeKU1sdzobFrinNBi0pgs_kEhdSyiStXz7QzN-klSM9WRDPHmw/s320/DSC05477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300368234961682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMkDAHMpqHuKROD6jHPrhqLu9crII7AzIZhrw0gbQDqyHhN0APMfuts9Ch3B8K4GA0oXr7KvbgI3ThWSK6F2Bro3fynUZuR9DGxPAE7pY6afjMFLjZRwIzBnJ97O27CDfHXNpLwKm45Ex/s1600-h/DSC05478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzMkDAHMpqHuKROD6jHPrhqLu9crII7AzIZhrw0gbQDqyHhN0APMfuts9Ch3B8K4GA0oXr7KvbgI3ThWSK6F2Bro3fynUZuR9DGxPAE7pY6afjMFLjZRwIzBnJ97O27CDfHXNpLwKm45Ex/s320/DSC05478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300360924057458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4i-Cw5fJqLKUs2bci26PckxN4nM_mAz8gjTxS9K7Yhz1q7Gv-SLAOtBcUAWEGeQXbvVa9bleqigAUjGLtCHEt87CQarm_hiNXi4A8gXaA4k1StSvpfQfHXCI2PhcRq8eSie4-fPOOI7nW/s1600-h/DSC05479.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4i-Cw5fJqLKUs2bci26PckxN4nM_mAz8gjTxS9K7Yhz1q7Gv-SLAOtBcUAWEGeQXbvVa9bleqigAUjGLtCHEt87CQarm_hiNXi4A8gXaA4k1StSvpfQfHXCI2PhcRq8eSie4-fPOOI7nW/s320/DSC05479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300351267456498" /></a><br /><div><div>A <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">blue Esprit blouse</span> from Auntie Gina plus 5 DVDs: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Yes Man, Wild Child, Bride Wars, The Hannah Montana Movie</span> and my favourite - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">17 Again</span>! Shen Chaei just said that day in school that everybody who watches that movie now likes Zac Efron. Seriously good actor!!!!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRLzaUjhXPU_sNppPJOk-nGR3xswPlo2yqLs6fRuKqWltV08rd0UsXLMbww0U8WUpW63y8aD5IWRj12AkIUrZjqUIzhaMkVQZtY3jBolZDNQjw0WP7wR-MDLd6toUUPQ_bTXe4CUHtamB/s1600-h/DSC05483.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSRLzaUjhXPU_sNppPJOk-nGR3xswPlo2yqLs6fRuKqWltV08rd0UsXLMbww0U8WUpW63y8aD5IWRj12AkIUrZjqUIzhaMkVQZtY3jBolZDNQjw0WP7wR-MDLd6toUUPQ_bTXe4CUHtamB/s320/DSC05483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300344243547602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43-J2lEqi59k8tRwjh1LqaKOI1teXCMhFPImNju2GPbpyeG0MNDqzE4OgO6GyjbZUqy3Y8f-j37PnRz_HZhLTaiu9c-uRrHhikJXcTZ7H07qvx66uul2uMok6-3aAbdSsT-YTOSm_mEsA/s1600-h/DSC05484.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh43-J2lEqi59k8tRwjh1LqaKOI1teXCMhFPImNju2GPbpyeG0MNDqzE4OgO6GyjbZUqy3Y8f-j37PnRz_HZhLTaiu9c-uRrHhikJXcTZ7H07qvx66uul2uMok6-3aAbdSsT-YTOSm_mEsA/s320/DSC05484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378300334494523154" /></a><br /><div><div>A<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> handmade, reversible bag from Auntie Deenie</span> (check out her website at my link: Domestic Goddess) It's so pretty!!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Green</span> on 1 side and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">black & white floral design</span> on the other!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbSSZOq-u9g3x41clg1Hg2sUPH7_xP-Stg5oFtoBut3cXaK9EAn3FMr-mxtodtafghqPjoTAbzA7qFBIEr2RSPscTRTrc83s5-C7rZ3-A3M2wiPDT_A5-1TJAbYfg-TUyK9sn_iU0RQCd/s1600-h/DSC05493.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbSSZOq-u9g3x41clg1Hg2sUPH7_xP-Stg5oFtoBut3cXaK9EAn3FMr-mxtodtafghqPjoTAbzA7qFBIEr2RSPscTRTrc83s5-C7rZ3-A3M2wiPDT_A5-1TJAbYfg-TUyK9sn_iU0RQCd/s320/DSC05493.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378298011661351346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFWMt1rpBvwvFayU17mLq3hWFkY1iJriqVPMWkscPUbiA0ZYHGzdgoi_myMBEeFdWchMUdsFPh3n1C9xG1486d8RJf9gnM4aY8QJt_lyrxTJL1jDn0QMvLH6XNkyZB2qaxixh02R3vOex/s1600-h/DSC05495.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFWMt1rpBvwvFayU17mLq3hWFkY1iJriqVPMWkscPUbiA0ZYHGzdgoi_myMBEeFdWchMUdsFPh3n1C9xG1486d8RJf9gnM4aY8QJt_lyrxTJL1jDn0QMvLH6XNkyZB2qaxixh02R3vOex/s320/DSC05495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297998279672578" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CWi9y06A-X8l1wwOdfVbbIgHUB92x78bdLr0IToweRqZcSsjjCCkJDOrqr_pk2QDUr-F855OFzbenBtC0fg9e53xdfu8O7lzNTKit7M8lmyydWqd8lz7vuw8706Pcr2kMrbEvRS2hdgT/s1600-h/DSC05496.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CWi9y06A-X8l1wwOdfVbbIgHUB92x78bdLr0IToweRqZcSsjjCCkJDOrqr_pk2QDUr-F855OFzbenBtC0fg9e53xdfu8O7lzNTKit7M8lmyydWqd8lz7vuw8706Pcr2kMrbEvRS2hdgT/s320/DSC05496.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297990440271730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmzqnGOU49IfQpwHYVFNjlwL6TXz5IkBKCt-2JlsUArfvwSxo-bh2hcasiwRlHMdORIS2QrRs6RpwGcr4ILbeRtoH1_UJYOYagUqZqrQpWDVNqqAHPBhyphenhyphensXLXGzvwOCi-0v3kFmJj74NR/s1600-h/DSC05497.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmzqnGOU49IfQpwHYVFNjlwL6TXz5IkBKCt-2JlsUArfvwSxo-bh2hcasiwRlHMdORIS2QrRs6RpwGcr4ILbeRtoH1_UJYOYagUqZqrQpWDVNqqAHPBhyphenhyphensXLXGzvwOCi-0v3kFmJj74NR/s320/DSC05497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297986437244370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJgT9MayI5W7v0QUi1Ek_SjTbQMJ66NDUnKy5h-KCZsKkRfcNgBJhx7HLXkweNLLGfeHpGFa5wH8Gc6_2fZ7tTR6xCb4-k3ngO_7LaIfuF9w2E5bRWUSbSFTG6NGtP-lH7MwmxBd6pFjm/s1600-h/DSC05498.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJgT9MayI5W7v0QUi1Ek_SjTbQMJ66NDUnKy5h-KCZsKkRfcNgBJhx7HLXkweNLLGfeHpGFa5wH8Gc6_2fZ7tTR6xCb4-k3ngO_7LaIfuF9w2E5bRWUSbSFTG6NGtP-lH7MwmxBd6pFjm/s320/DSC05498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378297972026668130" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I think I spent the rest of the day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">sleeping</span>... So let's skip to the night!</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>At night we went to a place far, far away to eat seafood! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Their toilet was so cool!!! </span>Not the ladies', the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">men's</span>! (Not that I went in.. My dad told me and took these pictures)</div><div><br /></div><div>You see the fish swimming there? Well, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">you're supposed to pee on the fish</span>! Don't worry, there's a layer of glass above the fish so they won't be swimming in pee... But isn't that cool???</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT986lmodUsN250-1xrAOcslHQpsB137qYyhIa0JL75R-mpkCfqkKPfZtne53kFMxirl1zzGL4vNPD7fpfJSJaRSC0z7xEJgixs0fQ8mlCKoLXWS221N4kkuwImuULGTLgT-7cSUQezA5-/s1600-h/DSC05502.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT986lmodUsN250-1xrAOcslHQpsB137qYyhIa0JL75R-mpkCfqkKPfZtne53kFMxirl1zzGL4vNPD7fpfJSJaRSC0z7xEJgixs0fQ8mlCKoLXWS221N4kkuwImuULGTLgT-7cSUQezA5-/s320/DSC05502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646073215116914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbg_VdafCgHKwpNsO9DCU4_bXvMKv3y5WpBUptTcT2xlWc2hRSUkrI0T2CGtXUsUVjH5-x0fD_tuSZ564tjy-6n2YopJ5if5pxTGRObYCPClPNS-n8CC6bWKS1VC90EUlNYteLVFO-JVu/s1600-h/DSC05503.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbg_VdafCgHKwpNsO9DCU4_bXvMKv3y5WpBUptTcT2xlWc2hRSUkrI0T2CGtXUsUVjH5-x0fD_tuSZ564tjy-6n2YopJ5if5pxTGRObYCPClPNS-n8CC6bWKS1VC90EUlNYteLVFO-JVu/s320/DSC05503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646063695022594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRjZKf8coVmCK5yAYaioyDt8u_MfZY4QwYoj2AGuJHg7iSLBm9qRtR4LerItMbmq_YG_YwWlx1xppRUCg3masNcygKB2OK8KNCuWOJOc0Op4tO7ieNwesLHPJARa0_-vIXIojVVWFJcDFa/s1600-h/DSC05504.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRjZKf8coVmCK5yAYaioyDt8u_MfZY4QwYoj2AGuJHg7iSLBm9qRtR4LerItMbmq_YG_YwWlx1xppRUCg3masNcygKB2OK8KNCuWOJOc0Op4tO7ieNwesLHPJARa0_-vIXIojVVWFJcDFa/s320/DSC05504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646049659498130" /></a><br /></div><div>And this is a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> pile of crabs I ate</span>... Ate until really full.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIvRV3ZkiZZxZju7e2RrkQWebntFbXFMEZHXfFIWuDGK-6n_agLqgqHjBBjk7VD8YWLJDf28LyEWunrpyzrzTyAswYU7i1Ii3w8s7Gmgq7bkZctmgWeapPirdsnJlVUdC6xNEXsyEUVoDH/s320/DSC05499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646092580929042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggdqoZFNjt-zIoAFUwq64tdwoI240CreWqX_V3WAquZumz9L5QkquGw6xxvYsUYQ9msLIyGvlVyOUKpvSd57sVWOLEVCSaHIsrKC1XBCWWfObG0jqhBnz7u0jNcjVK4KQO9tJ13ndkoy7R/s320/DSC05501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377646086455820066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbBnvh8rzPWHhr7gkoMf3jhMbXyE0MrXrjPOpCeh2Y4rM625z-ry6zqWTKvpVhwsiBq6iQxQszUKjbjfw6TIsaLKlERFNFafwgVYluSNjW8nhVEN5REYQDuoc4YY_dmtmMQyk6fKXgHu8/s1600-h/DSC05505.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"></a></div><div><div>Then after that we went to my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">dad's friend's house </span>and he is crazy about music so he has <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">amplifiers, plug-ins, electric guitars, mics</span>....... He even has a saxophone even though he doesn't know how to play it... He bought it for fun...</div><div><br /></div><div>So we got to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> play around with the guitars</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">feel like a rockstar!</span> My dad's friends were having fun playing and singing but all the songs they sang were old so I didn't know any of them... My brother sang a song too but I had no idea what song it was...</div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqBDAxWvpbliNX4bWd3B2OUwJhaVjnLE734K-OUUHrb4_706Xh1UklZnA3q-CO1WpNX47P8K57RaUttKuR4CnFlgLj8E6SK1CHF2favZzPJ17ZrQU0JJohyphenhyphenTq__NqqMN7O7h7nDSPRcXw/s1600-h/DSC05510.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqBDAxWvpbliNX4bWd3B2OUwJhaVjnLE734K-OUUHrb4_706Xh1UklZnA3q-CO1WpNX47P8K57RaUttKuR4CnFlgLj8E6SK1CHF2favZzPJ17ZrQU0JJohyphenhyphenTq__NqqMN7O7h7nDSPRcXw/s320/DSC05510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377640272304907826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FIa9Bds-RsdHC-RR7cQwB_61J2bzE6EPPzmL6OIBfw3LWu2r7A9Jbl4XycWjUipC9NFKIeh7yIMYeamC1fODqySNeXayToHxZQ-33Rud-vLkvFz2lVfyucAkFPNmh9x348NoE_bYQpZq/s1600-h/DSC05511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2FIa9Bds-RsdHC-RR7cQwB_61J2bzE6EPPzmL6OIBfw3LWu2r7A9Jbl4XycWjUipC9NFKIeh7yIMYeamC1fODqySNeXayToHxZQ-33Rud-vLkvFz2lVfyucAkFPNmh9x348NoE_bYQpZq/s320/DSC05511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638358792981346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5DKyNKJhr7Phc9fNToLnFMdozrY1AqycIDaydZzHamOWc-b2Y0F9kp0zVFPWsffAmZJphTUmcYIYV_D05gWNHRxw8dh234n76Ax7MN21AxsAL9k8QeCoUNmPlGKhpNnEpsgRRVPZsrqE/s1600-h/DSC05512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf5DKyNKJhr7Phc9fNToLnFMdozrY1AqycIDaydZzHamOWc-b2Y0F9kp0zVFPWsffAmZJphTUmcYIYV_D05gWNHRxw8dh234n76Ax7MN21AxsAL9k8QeCoUNmPlGKhpNnEpsgRRVPZsrqE/s320/DSC05512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638349926671586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHh3FAqN8ZvFsbrf4sx0oVkkmZzOTCOaiwhj33VXC6LTOgcScaBnoWEGgJ4Irw4oNl861caDLZmuV81xcw_SC_4nAHEFVRtRX7nnQS1vaA1qumIfCnj_dCCm8aTTdqmsbiuX7j_jDUg5Ei/s1600-h/DSC05513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHh3FAqN8ZvFsbrf4sx0oVkkmZzOTCOaiwhj33VXC6LTOgcScaBnoWEGgJ4Irw4oNl861caDLZmuV81xcw_SC_4nAHEFVRtRX7nnQS1vaA1qumIfCnj_dCCm8aTTdqmsbiuX7j_jDUg5Ei/s320/DSC05513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638343156989154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-xvYbZo3kS7wvE6BVSYZB1hyBr9wrUkhKLO_NdsAf12s5s3uWuE2iUEr6G-TauRXbivuUv95_ILNTBwSaeBuf1TsgxoUp1pDSyNOVOyitos9BuuIz82aWYNwZKI2ISZe5GwXCnQfeN_X/s1600-h/DSC05514.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-xvYbZo3kS7wvE6BVSYZB1hyBr9wrUkhKLO_NdsAf12s5s3uWuE2iUEr6G-TauRXbivuUv95_ILNTBwSaeBuf1TsgxoUp1pDSyNOVOyitos9BuuIz82aWYNwZKI2ISZe5GwXCnQfeN_X/s320/DSC05514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638334717824834" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpDhE2nKZAgmNFkduvuxApqVuOq0GnxBc8f0WJctMZIdGkAMB5Xs6HgGM9IAaReZDLngKae0XaL3BW2ljgGAx9Ak5LMEzhYTeVe91JE882Ib3I2-WkUa9Ik7xabUTnBDnJZJ1rf46qF8c/s1600-h/DSC05515.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpDhE2nKZAgmNFkduvuxApqVuOq0GnxBc8f0WJctMZIdGkAMB5Xs6HgGM9IAaReZDLngKae0XaL3BW2ljgGAx9Ak5LMEzhYTeVe91JE882Ib3I2-WkUa9Ik7xabUTnBDnJZJ1rf46qF8c/s320/DSC05515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377638325061838738" /></a><br /><div>At midnight I received a lot of messages saying <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Happy Birthday</span> and stuff but I was surprised that some of them were from friends I don't talk to much... They knew it was my birthday from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Facebook</span>. The power of the Internet!</div><div><br /></div><div>That's all for now, gonna play <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Vampire Wars</span>.. Bye! </div></div></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-60560712016284326492009-07-16T05:54:00.000-07:002009-07-16T06:18:08.770-07:00My Whirlwind Adventure! Not!Ok so my kitchen was ready by Tuesday and I felt deprived from not baking in so long so I insisted on making Afghan Biscuits on that day. <div><br /></div><div>When my mum fetched me from school, she said, '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Whatever you wanna buy, better buy now because I won't be in later and if you don't have anything you'll have to go out and buy it yourself.' </span></div><div><br /></div><div>So we went to <i>Bonjour</i> and I bought flour, sugar and cornflakes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then later, later on, when I finally started baking and my mum was at the gym, I found out we <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">didn't have any coconut</span>. My mum had insisted earlier that we had some but I couldn't find any. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hence, I made <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">The Suggestion</span> to my maid: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">why not I go out and buy some?</span></div><div><br /></div><div>There must have been horror music playing in my maid's head 'cause she kept insisting she could go and buy the coconut while I stay at home but I was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">indignant</span>! (wah chim word!) I knew she wouldn't know how to look for coconut.</div><div><br /></div><div>So.....<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i> I WENT OUT ALL BY MYSELF! </i></span></b>This was the first time I've ever been out all by myself with no one else around to save me from drug addicts <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">(thanks, Chris!)</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started out with<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> only my handphone and RM10</span>.... Thanks to my dad's overprotectiveness, I knew what to do when you're by yourself:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"> look around you and make sure no one is following you. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>So I started walking out, passing by a dog outside my house and thinking to myself: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">I hope its not still here later or else it might smell my coconut and follow me home. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">As I walked</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">I looked</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">And as I looked</span>,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> I made sure I was looked </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">at</span></i>. (So that if I really <i>was</i> kidnapped people would see it happen.)</div><div><br /></div><div>After crossing one road, I finally got to <i>Bandar Baru</i>! There were girls waiting there, probably after tuition or something and they kept looking at me. I ignored them and just walked in.</div><div><br /></div><div>I looked for my coconut but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i>alas!</i></span> I only saw instant coconut which is de liquid type! I wanted <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">dessicated</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> coconut</span>! So <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I looked and looked</span>.... And finally..... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">I FOUND IT!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So then I paid for it and left. On my way home, I spotted this <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">dude on a motorbike parked at the side of the road</span> and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">when I passed he looked at me</span>. I thought to myself: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">I'd better pay attention to this guy</span>... I even had my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">tin of dessicated coconut ready to swing</span> in case he tried anything...</div><div><br /></div><div>So I crossed a little road and I was just around the corner from my house when I had to walk on the actual road. I looked behind me (paranoid as ever) and saw that there was no one behind me, so I turned! And I saw <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">the guy who was waiting at the side of the road on his motorbike earlier drive right by me</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>Hahahahahha!!!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">Turns out he wasn't stalking me....</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So that is how I got home <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">safe and sound</span>! I didn't get <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">lost, kidnapped, raped, stalked, followed</span> (there's a difference between stalked and followed), <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">hit by a car, yelled at by anyone, chased by a dog, bitten by a dog, cheated, drugged, robbed, hit on</span> or anything!!! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Woohoo! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">Go, me!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>My maid said she was super worried the whole time I was gone (even though it was only 20 minutes) because she was followed last time she went out. </div><div><br /></div><div>But when my mum came home later on and I asked her if she was worried when I sms-ed her I went out, she just said, '<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">It's just around the corner. What did you think would happen?</span>' <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Thanks a lot for your concern, MUM!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok that's the end of my wondrous adventure! Hope you enjoyed it and be sure to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;"> look around you when you go out alone!</span></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-91153014528633969312009-07-03T06:33:00.000-07:002009-07-03T08:17:15.490-07:00This Week's Stuff<div>Today we had <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">EST extra class</span> and when WWY started talking about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">STE's</span> or stuff like that, Chris, Tammy and I started writing this... Enjoy squinting!! I already made it quite big I think... </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9XXsUoUsxPniJ_AW7frkfEGJg1hFE4ikYOG7q1mreDC01_dmT44yC96qvjCLzVcnPWNMQHA94ZHOA_v8pckp4z6sJvok2XWWIf9mLD4C6hmne_vwuNZinmtlgaEqCUekvWk4VRiNLur-/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis9XXsUoUsxPniJ_AW7frkfEGJg1hFE4ikYOG7q1mreDC01_dmT44yC96qvjCLzVcnPWNMQHA94ZHOA_v8pckp4z6sJvok2XWWIf9mLD4C6hmne_vwuNZinmtlgaEqCUekvWk4VRiNLur-/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354250066539482034" /></a>In case you don't know: <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">small, tiny words</span></span> - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Chris</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">robotic words</span></span> / <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">big, huge words</span></span> - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Me</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">normal, small words</span></span> - <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCCCC;">Tammy</span><br /><div><br /><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwISSeR7BsshEIPUpAgUDI_b-lRTwK6w95OxC75bMl9KfqcE-Sbvhf_FqK0xSWOQ7mQk7Sd4CpGUVduspRrew' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div>The day of the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Pelancongan Farewell</span> was also<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> Megan's birthday</span> so this is the card I made her! Her present is gonna be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Kenny Roger's</span> and some toy she wants... Forgot what it's called.... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Neffrut</span> or something... </div><div><br /></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwmhYRAL6zn-iY4qboWqgUWciOkhvwV14FJ9O4nFQPV5qFAKn-wo_Y3ziJsavieaa4VHWZ1d6sMV34HpVYyWA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">I followed Chris home</span> after our Pelancongan Farewell so that we could go to guitar together at 6pm. She was taking a nap and I was bored so<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> I took out my camera when I saw her's lying on the table</span> and took this video. It's supposed to be about the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">2 cameras singing to each other</span> because <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">they're nearly identical</span>. Hahahaha!!!! See if you can sense that they're singing to each other.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyYVuV92PerVk-MCsIGlvCPCANU4Flc0rzRY1f1PS0cuJUpEniM4-RWlmBxC2HzvLmQjWmlStRLPipKgr85RA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-69797028551578535182009-06-27T05:00:00.000-07:002009-06-27T07:28:15.855-07:00Latest Whatever<div>Hey people who actually read my blog! Long time no blog! Ok so now I'm just gonna show you guys the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">videos MJCM</span> has been busy making... Enjoy them!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXaJdbDY4g&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbXaJdbDY4g&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwQxdjQH4Zc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uwQxdjQH4Zc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><div><br /></div><div>Ok so now you've watched that, I'm gonna tell you what happened to me today.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today my school celebrated <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Teacher's Day</span> and after that Chris, Sick and I had to stay for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Hari Koperasi</span> so we could get our certificate. So Chris followed me home because I wanted to bathe...</div><div><br /></div><div>For some reason, the school's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">big gate wasn't open</span> so we had to go out through the super corridor and since everybody had to get out through the super corridor, there was a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">'traffic jam'</span> in there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Chris was walking in front of me, holding the rose we bought from this year's <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">YE </span>and everybody was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">staring at her </span>'cause she was the only person holding a flower. They were probably wondering if she forgot to give it to a teacher or someone gave it to her or don't know what else. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, so there were 3 or 4 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Form 3 girls walking behind me</span> and I heard them talking really loud. They were saying, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"Is that her? Yes! I think its her!" </span></div><div><br /></div><div>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">No la.. Not her..." </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"Yes! I recognize her!" </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">"No! She doesn't look the same! It's not her!" </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"It <i><b>IS</b></i> her! You ask Hui Min and see..."</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So I was wondering who they were talking about. Then I thought<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"> it'd be funny if they were talking about someone who could plainly hear them</span> and I smiled to myself...</div><div><br /></div><div>Then I saw 1 of the girls from the corner of my eye and she was looking in my direction so I turned around to see who they were looking at and it was..... <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">ME!</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>I was quite surprised when I turned around and all of them were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">looking directly at me.. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Then they still continued their conversation of "its her/its not her".</div><div><br /></div><div>I whispered to Chris, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"Chris, I think the people behind me are talking about me..." </span></div><div><br /></div><div>And Chris also turned around to look.. Then she laughed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then we got to the traffic light and while we were waiting, I pointed out the 3 girls to Chris. The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">3 girls were still looking at me/Chris</span> so i asked Chris, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"Are they looking at you or me?" </span></div><div><br /></div><div>And she said, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF99;">"You."</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So I was kind of shocked 'cause I don't even recognize them from anywhere and I wondered why they recognize me....</div><div><br /></div><div>Chris said maybe they saw the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><i>Shape Me Ad</i></span> video and recognized me but I don't know... </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh ya and Chris asked me to just ask them why they're staring at me but I didn't because:</div><div>(a) we started crossing the road already</div><div>(b) I no guts.. </div><div><br /></div><div>Ty says I'm famous in school and I shouldn't be shocked but last time, when people wave at me, I recognize them and wave back. This time, I totally don't know who they are!</div><div><br /></div><div>Fine la.. I'm famous... Or maybe they really 认错人....</div><div><br /></div>Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1140714550270561052.post-45889438093996990572009-06-13T05:38:00.000-07:002009-06-27T06:44:13.995-07:00Crazy MomentsCheck out<a href="http://jessswears.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-boredom-strikes.html"> Sick's blog</a>. I got no time.Myrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06743679980505175410noreply@blogger.com0