<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167</id><updated>2011-10-07T23:28:00.192-07:00</updated><category term='pink'/><category term='anecdotes'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='stress'/><category term='365'/><category term='charity'/><category term='everyday nonsense'/><category term='gastronomic adventures'/><category term='colours'/><category term='music'/><category term='UTAR blues'/><category term='folly'/><category term='white lies'/><category term='ill fate'/><title type='text'>In pursuit of happYness</title><subtitle type='html'>And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1881046216123734592</id><published>2011-02-19T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T09:52:33.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about me, me , me , me. me</title><content type='html'>Folks,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these days, I'm trying too hard and I'm getting a bit tired.. I realised that I want some ME time and I want so much pampering that it should choke me.. maybe I ran the wrong direction, searching for the not-meant-to-be's.. maybe I should look around and settle for the second bests...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How should I put it... when people are placed in amusement parks, figuratively, of course... they have fun, the time of their lives.. and obviously, if they could, they would want to bring the bumper car or the ferris wheel home... but clearly, life is not that perfect..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the key is... no matter how fun the ride is.. someday, you gotta get down, go home and just reminisce of the good times you had.. because ultimately, clinging on to a fun ride will bring you no where.. you can ride on the ferris wheel for a thousand times... but you're just going around in circles.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eventually, you have to walk into your not-so-fun perodua viva.. and drive home.. a bumper car or the wheel ain't going to bring you that home run..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this moment, I believe I'm on that ride.. and sometimes.. I really think I should get off... ferris wheel ain't going to bring me home...and I have no intentions to try to convert an amusement ride to an actual vehicle... it takes teamwork and it takes two to make things happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird sometimes how I make funny realisations.... I realised I'm a rather dependent person and in the past six months, I've tried really hard to "man-up"... and I'm kinda giving up right now.. I want back my legitimate "how was your day"s, "I miss you"s, and "happy valentine's"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.. ok... I have to admit... after 7 years of non-single valentine's (good or bad)... I happen to hate my "singles awareness day" very much...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1881046216123734592?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1881046216123734592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1881046216123734592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1881046216123734592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1881046216123734592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-all-about-me-me-me-me-me.html' title='It&apos;s all about me, me , me , me. me'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3852244819212523720</id><published>2011-02-18T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T07:05:51.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anecdotes'/><title type='text'>I prefer running away than to be "run away" from</title><content type='html'>From one relationship to another, I've experienced numerous farewells. It could be a day, a week, or a year... I had my share of times whereby I had them returning to different continents, different countries, different states .. some for studies, some for filial purposes. I was always at the receiving end of things. I was always the one that was left behind... Which made me wonder... How does it feel like to actually leave behind people that you cherish... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wonder.. does the person who leaves feel as bad as the one who was left behind to wait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my conclusion is... HELL NO!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels way better to leave than to be left.. lolz... Now that I'm traveling so often for my work. I realised. When you leave for a purpose, be it work, family or studies, you are leaving to achieve something. But for the one who was left behind.. all things being the same... it's just a lost... no matter how the other tries to comprehend that there are reasons behind the departure.. ultimately, it's a terrible loss...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong.. I feel bad for leaving the people I cherish behind too.. Be it for only a day or two.. but I realised that it is incomparable to the feeling that you get when someone important is leaving while you stay put.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ... I here take a vow... I covenant... My relationships from now on... should constant traveling be required... Let me be the one traveling! I don't want to be left to wait.... :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at my schedule now.. I'm guessing I've a good chance of keeping that promise to myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:-) ... So I'm happy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this sounds a bit selfish... but to those who have not experienced what it is like to have long distance before.. you don't know what I'm talking about.. but to those who are currently in LDRs. I respect you.. lolz.. but I'm not built for it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I have an opportunity to leave this place one day.. I will drag along that lucky someone.. (or should I say unlucky)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not exactly an interesting post I guess... This is what happens when you're not well but you've decided to come to the gym to hang out..  Being at home all the time can drain the life out of me.. Not exactly a very homey person... especially on a FRIDAY night.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3852244819212523720?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3852244819212523720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3852244819212523720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3852244819212523720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3852244819212523720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-prefer-running-away-than-to-be-run.html' title='I prefer running away than to be &quot;run away&quot; from'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2504159325693718347</id><published>2011-01-24T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:54:26.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><title type='text'>it's not the sleep that will bring vitality, it's the life you live in your waking hours.</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever experienced extreme fatigue? Today, I officially have. I thought I needed a bit more rest from everything, perhaps more sleep will make me feel better... But that's far from the truth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised something rather interesting today. When you have depressing people around you, it really doesn't matter how lively you are. It's like a constant battle between positive and negative energy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want me to give you a rather vivid scenario? Imagine a happy fluffy pink bunny... Darn it, I'll just show it to you... lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.motherdolittle.co.uk/images/18815_happy_pink_bunny_with_a_fluffy_white_tail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This bunny is destined to cheer people around her up.. Smiling, laughing, jumping and being all cuddly in her ultimate FLUFFFINESS.. just like a never ending piece of cotton candy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then imagine a huge piece of dark cloud... dark, gloomy, and sad... looming over this happy bunny.... then it starts to drizzle.. bunny still hops... then it rains... bunny continues to hop but a bit slower... cause she's getting wet and cold.. then a storm... bunny is walking now... but... that's not the end of it... up comes a typhoon... bunny is drowning now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her bright pink is now dull and muddy..and yea... I'm that bunny... I feel so much negative energy around me... I don't want to be crazy euphoric all the time...I am not insane... but what's with everybody and their negativeness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my own share of  crap but I don't want to disseminate it to the world.... ultimately. I want a bright pink, marshmallow-ey world with pweety clothes, shoes, and lotsa lotsa stuff!! :-P... don't wanna live in a storm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really believe sometimes.. even the most likable things in the world will depreciate if unhappiness is the only thing it can contribute to your doorstep... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2504159325693718347?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2504159325693718347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2504159325693718347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2504159325693718347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2504159325693718347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-sleep-that-will-bring-vitality.html' title='it&apos;s not the sleep that will bring vitality, it&apos;s the life you live in your waking hours.'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7810997278819039469</id><published>2011-01-17T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T08:41:07.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>Blind Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I've something to share. I never understood what blind faith was. I have never understood why someone would choose to believe something that seems unexplainable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TTRuJR2lraI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/AHho6BuU1F0/s400/Blind-Faith-fox-1426397-750-600.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563192545399647650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought that people should never act that way under any circumstances and I always believe in cause and effect. For something to occur, there must be a reason, an explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sporadic" is a word that people use when they don't know where to find the truth, the cause of something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today, I chose blind faith. Not my most glorious moments but through the day, I thought to myself, if I was not ready to find out the truth of what actually led to the things that happened today and if I cannot change the action of the yesterdays, why not I let bygones be bygones and let all be the water under the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TTRuJqBEdwI/AAAAAAAAA_g/E6vSs4HQ2Z4/s400/bridge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563192551886059266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moreover, whatever the cause was, my actions will remain the same, I would not have reacted differently to the situation. Hence, why go through the horrible journey of truth inquisition. What if I was not prepared to know the truth in the first place ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and what if the truth destroys all the happy little things I look forward to everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consequently, today, as much as that I am truly very disappointed and despair inside, I chose to believe because I cherish and I chose to ignore because I adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I understand blind faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7810997278819039469?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7810997278819039469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7810997278819039469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7810997278819039469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7810997278819039469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2011/01/blind-faith.html' title='Blind Faith'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TTRuJR2lraI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/AHho6BuU1F0/s72-c/Blind-Faith-fox-1426397-750-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1056461233299956676</id><published>2011-01-09T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T09:57:22.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, of love and lust...</title><content type='html'>I'm currently crazy over the song from Jon Mclaughlin; So close from the movie. Enchanted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FH8WAoRL1xo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FH8WAoRL1xo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Lol.. I'm getting all emo again.. but since this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it.. I choose to blabber now... If it's not interesting to you.. by all means.. :-P you are permitted to move away from my rants and move along.. haha... I'm horrible... I'm shooing my readers away.. Ok.. this may not be the most heartfelt post and probably I'm not going to post the most interesting stories of my life.. but I wanna share this..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that subconsciously in all of us, we are reaching for a fairy tale ending.. You may be the biggest casanova or the sluttiest bunny right now (did I offend you, if you feel offended.. :-P haha.. SPOT ON)... there is a part of you that wants to be with THE ONE at the end of it all.. put all the temporary, fiery, passionate lust aside.. it is love that matters the most at the end of the day.. (sounds cliche? well.. true.. but proof me wrong if you can)... How long can you stay on with a person with just lust in mind? That's why promiscuity is a pure expression of lust.. not love.. have you heard of a promiscuous LOVER? one who goes around and LOVES everybody? LOLZ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again I wonder.. how do people clearly differentiate love and lust? My justification of the differences is that lust is temporary but love can be forever.. and this may sound a bit early.. I mean at 22, I should just play on the other side and wait for all the lovey dovey garbage to set in probably in a decade? But I'm getting tired of this whole crap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean.. some men look REALLY REALLY good. but when they talk to you... you feel that they have no substance at all.. I mean, by right, if lust matters so much.. shouldn't I be attracted? who cares what's inside.. lolz.. but then I realised I care.. That's when I found something out.. Ladies, correct me if I'm wrong.. WOMEN generally find what's inside really really important.. kindness, intelligence, sense of humour, open-mindedness, manners and etiquette.. but MEN.. on the other hand.. they are looking for the 2 major B's.. boobs and buttocks/bum/ gluteus maximus .. whatever you wanna call it.. it's the same damn thing.. lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's really not cool to see a man talking to your boobs..  it happened way too often and way too much.. and you find that they can reach for the stars to spend some time in your pants.. Totally disappointing... they seem to be interested in actual conversations, movies, shopping, dinners and all non-screwing activity when you're not available at the tip of their fingers.. but the moment you've fall right into their hands.. you have one activity.. yea.. read between the lines.. you'll get it.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, I'm sure you've met a few along the line..  But I'm sure not all are like that.. I'm still on the search.. hopefully I can find my fairytale ending.. trust me.. I really thought I found it.. but one after another.. I had lotsa detours.. Too much actually..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may sound way tooooo.. ugh.. but here goes.. "I don't need a man with the wealth of Bill Gates, the brains of Albert Einstein. the face of Brad Pitt, the body of Dwayne "the rock" Johnson, the voice of the MANLY persian from the movie "300" ( I think his name was Xerxes),  and the charm of Clooney.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvILGIIVsMU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zvILGIIVsMU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(how can women resist a man with a voice like that?? .. lolz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.. Oh my god.. I find the combination so perfect.. I'm lying .. I really want a man like that! lolz... what a crappy post.. and you thought I was going to be all emo and philosophical? :-P I'm still Stephanie..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1056461233299956676?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1056461233299956676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1056461233299956676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1056461233299956676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1056461233299956676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-close-of-love-and-lust.html' title='So close, of love and lust...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2194065112778642172</id><published>2010-12-31T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:20:53.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I do that I cannot explain..</title><content type='html'>I USED to love to party and I COULD be a LIL' playful with people.. BUT now, I rather cuddle in bed watching episodes of sitcom that I've watched over and over again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've NEVER missed a Christmas countdown since high school.. BUT this year, I spent it at someone's home, no marching out to scream with the crowd, just peacefully in bed, again, watching sitcoms.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEVER thought I would miss the New Year's eve fireworks display but this time around, I accompanied someone at the drinks stand at IKEA and missed 3 quarters of it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEVER like to stand people up, I usually do go out on random just to check the "scene" :-P .. but now... I've found it a bit more meaningless and I stood many people up, probably offending a few..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a perfect world, I would be doing it because I should as if I was engaged in some kind of commitment... but no, it was clear, I don't have commitments, I wasn't tied to that kind of bond, I was free to roam as much as I want but I chose to stay put... but I remembered my past, they were control freaks, monitoring my every move and I was trying desperately to break free... but now, I'm not on a leash.. but I wanna stay stationary... and i don't feel compelled or forced into doing so.. I'm happy doing what I'm doing.. but the problem is... this ain't right...THAT WASN'T THE ORIGINAL arrangement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steph, you have a problem... :-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2194065112778642172?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2194065112778642172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2194065112778642172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2194065112778642172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2194065112778642172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-do-that-i-cannot-explain.html' title='Things I do that I cannot explain..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1834655458541531286</id><published>2010-12-25T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:16:12.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><title type='text'>Who said you need a blanket of snow to achieve christmas perfection?</title><content type='html'>Dear all, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember my previous post on the &lt;a href="http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/12/peppermint-winter.html"&gt;perfect christmas&lt;/a&gt;? I realised something.. even WITHOUT the blanket of snow and the snowman.. I kinda really enjoyed my christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had great company, a wonderful christmas gift and I was away from the huzz and buzz of the people and cars... For once, in many, many years, I wasn't one of those outside the club, a bar, or a mall, screaming my head off doing the countdown... and guess what.. In contrary to what I used to believed.. being away from the " exciting scene" was actually a great blessing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to top it off.. I had a pretty funky home-cooked iranian christmas dinner.. I mean, how cool is THAT?? While everybody is doing the conventional turkey-dinner thing.. I had iranian.. and as much as it was homecooked.. the ambiance ain't half bad.. lolz.. it was a pretty decent candle lit dinner.. followed by cherries, pears, nuts and little miniature pretty cupcakes for dessert..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, one of the better Christmases I had.. As compared to a few in the past few years... I spent one baby-sitting vomiting girls that were too drunk to stand up.. I spent one talking on the phone with my ex-significant other in the Philippines, and I spent one doing an assignment in the park with my friends.. lolz..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. this is a pretty good one.. how was yours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, I would like to dedicate this lovely song from zee avi to you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMH86_UqFw4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UMH86_UqFw4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you guys had a great christmas too! :-)  Till then.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stephy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1834655458541531286?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1834655458541531286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1834655458541531286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1834655458541531286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1834655458541531286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-said-you-need-blanket-of-snow-to.html' title='Who said you need a blanket of snow to achieve christmas perfection?'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6825681073992337812</id><published>2010-12-22T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T06:00:27.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>falling behind expectations</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure about you but when I drive long distance, I tend to think a lot. In fact, I reckon that I think too much sometimes and thank god I've not drifted far enough and my eyes are usually still pretty much stuck on the road..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began to think to myself, hey.. I'm kinda doing what my dad was doing.. let me compare... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He was in the medical line and so am I.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He traveled a lot and so do I..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought, hey, my plan of taking him as a role model kinda work out huh?? I know he is no Mahatma Gandhi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.speakbindas.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/mahatma-gandhi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he was a man who strove to bring better health to his patients and he gave my family a pretty good life, financially and all.. I have to say, I'm kinda proud of him :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I thought again, am I following his footsteps? am I close?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started comparing again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. My dad was a physician, I on the other hand.. if you wanna make it sound fancy "I'm a product specialist"..the truth is... I'm a "salesperson"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My dad made 20 times my salary a month..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My dad traveled the world, mostly Europe for his business... I travel to Seremban, Malacca and Johore (states AWAY from the capital of Malaysia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My dad made enough to keep everybody happy. I barely make enough to give my mom her monthly allowance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's when I realised.. I'm actually really far behind from what I expect of myself and what others expect of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's begin with my mom's expectation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMEONE, I forgot who.. probably a fortune teller or something.. told her I belong to the entertainment industry..So her idea was to turn me into Mozart or something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kunstderfuge.com/images/mozart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me go for countless piano lessons.. I started at 3 years old.. I took YAMAHA, I took ABRSM (Associated Board of the Royal School of Music) and I took Thames.. But the truth is.. I was never really inclined.. I remember my sister having to coach me till she burst in tears.. lolz.. I was a cow in piano.. I simply didn't like it.. I hated the fact that I was made to practice for hours after school.. I wanted to be like the other kids who can play all day without anything much to do.. So.. the moment I finished all the exams.. I dropped EVERYTHING.. I left the piano there.. well.. I play it SOMETIMES but I'm far &lt;b&gt;BEHIND &lt;/b&gt;from the Mozart my mom expected from me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, at the end of the day.. I failed that one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I thought, ok.. I didn't meet my mom's expectations.. well.. it doesn't really matter.. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but did I meet mine??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor.. to be specific.. a cardiologist.. why??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because since I was 4, my mom had episodes of heart attacks due to some cardiac dysfunction that sent her in and out of the hospital countless of times.. as a kid, running with the gurney in my pajamas and crying in the hospital rooms wasn't a foreign thing for me.. I remember telling my mom clearly that I was going to be a cardiologist because I wanted to treat her in the future.. That was my aim... So.. the idea was always doctor, then specialise in cardiology..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... My mom didn't wait for me till I became a cardiologist.. lolz.. She was treated at the national heart institute when I was 17 and she is all well now.. Moreover, due to financial constrains.. I couldn't take medicine either..So, I opted for Biomedical Science.. Well.. I thought.. How bad can it get? I told myself.. well.. no medicine for me.. but.. since I'm taking biomedical science.. I shall produce some vaccine that could CURE mankind of some ailments.. I was 18..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I look back and I am like... I WAS SO NAIVE!!.. creating a vaccine? it's not like I could pull it out of my ass or something..so.. great.. I didn't do medicine.. and I didn't get some special vaccine to save mankind either.. (I figured that out half way through my course in uni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I told myself one thing for sure (this happened during my second year of uni).. I didn't work so hard to be a corporate sell-out.. I WILL NOT BE DOING SALES.. I will work in the lab as a medical laboratory technologist and help doctors diagnose patients.. I will CONTRIBUTE to the healthcare system.. I will HELP save lives..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 3 months of industrial training in the lab at Sunway Medical Centre.. I then realised, hey the pay ain't that great, long hours and I cannot talk!! ( I love talking by the way, if you didn't notice.. lol).. so I was like.. great.. I'm in biomedical science.. I don't like working as a medical laboratory technologist, I'm not smart enough to create great vaccines and in Malaysia, there isn't much for biomedical science students to do... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I graduated.. I went for sales.. I am still in sales.. I've been with Becton Dickinson for almost 4 months now.. Don't get me wrong. It's a great company and I love the job.. I travel, do sales and give lectures on phlebotomy and preanalytical errors to housemen, medical officers, nurses, scientific officers and lab technicians.. but I just come to realise.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really try too hard to achieve my ambitions, did I? I really don't feel very successful and proud of myself now..  sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6825681073992337812?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6825681073992337812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6825681073992337812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6825681073992337812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6825681073992337812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/12/falling-behind-expectations.html' title='falling behind expectations'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2488954992256476585</id><published>2010-12-06T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:04:09.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>I'm so lucky.. but I'm not a star... :-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hellooooooo peeps!!!! I'm the happiest person today.. and I really mean it!! There are so many small yet interesting events that has happened to me today that made me feel .. hey .. today I'm pretty lucky!! and I love that feeling.. I hope this will last and I get to be lucky everyday *Fingers crossed*!! :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTXMN9qw-PYraFSq3dK1_HNxtDQUCm52DshrkOH-V2DU8YjFcNzag" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh wait. wait... before I begin.. I would like to remind you that you may find these rather normal and may not be extremely exciting... but hey.. I like to enjoy my lil' moments in life and face it.. I ain't exactly Denzel Washington in Unstoppable or something.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQH_PFyQbTbHdy5-FrIw1o9WwejmIn88MEddanTAfhXzpCjxFq2" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a product specialist by profession.. how interesting do you want my life to get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/jmo1754l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.. ok.. enough of mindless justification.. Let's begin with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event numero uno!!! :-P : The unexpected escalation of sales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I woke up in the morning to check my company e mails.. I'm usually not very alert about my sales ... I just do my job and hope everything runs its course.. which is OBVIOUSLY not the way to do it.. I really need to take more time to understand those sales reports.. anyway.. I digressed.. My superior sent me a congratulatory e mail stating that one of my accounts that was lying dormant for some time was giving us quite a number or purchase orders... and you know what? It happened ONE DAY after my sales visit in Johore!! Note.. Because I'm new with the company (Exactly 2 months and 29 days ) I really need to make a good impression and make sure I get that confirmation of employment. :-P *praying hard*.. will ask my superior about the confirmation tomorrow.. (exactly 3 months)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what I can translate is that.. I went and see them... and GOD knows what I did right.. they purchase over RM20000 of products in the course of three days... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQt8OuITKsg8GS6QvJoDD63E6ydxTNfvJ8xeCVeIZtVWdFuPUY5Rg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event #2 : Beat the parking nightmare~~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok... I had to go to Universiti Malaya Medical Centre to obtain/borrow some goods they have that are still not in use. Due to some shortage of goods in another medical centre (yea.. it actually happens.. All hail Becton Dickinson!! our sales is good :-P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTgePmr-aj5kW-9MZwkQXHpdPi5cIlHG1D_aZelOOO-F3hdNzf85w" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So in the east tower (Menara Timur).. I will usually need to take say.. AT LEAST half an hour to find the parking space.. trust me.. when it comes to this hospital.. parking is no joke.. if you can find a square meter of space.. u have to chuck your car in there.. and usually.. I don't get no proper spaces.. I have to release my hand break and let others play puzzle with my car.. they usually push it to the other corner of the earth and I have to go look for it.. and for safety reasons.. I usually place my name card on the wiper against my windshield.. so.. u get the picture.. It's a total nightmare there.. and to top it off.. my superior wants me to schedule a meeting urgently with a professor in the hospital.. and me being all confident.. I told her I'll give her the answer 20 minutes TOPS.. lolz.. so yea.. I was kinda all worried and messed up.. but u know what??? in less than 10 seconds.. a car left a wide open parking space right in front of my eyes... lolz.. and I had this wonderful space at the GROUND FLOOR, right next to the elevator.. let me tell you what happens usually.. I usually have to park at the basement.. walk up 3 flights of stairs then reach the ground floor where the elevator is.. so.. nothing of that sort happened today and YIPPEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event #3: Meeting the professor, beating record time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I was there about 12 plus.. So I went to the infection control department to look for the professor.. When I asked the nurses .. They told me 99% that he was probably having lunch.. and I was like dang!! I was running out of time.. Me and my stupid mouth.. Telling my boss that I'll give her the answer in 20 minutes.. but I tried anyway.. and VOILA!! when I got to his room.. he was sitting there.. :-P and in less that 2 minutes.. I managed to set the appointment.. haha.. so I gave my boss a good answer.. and I did it in record time.. LOLZ.. Feeling the lucky yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event #4: Stock requisition with Mr.... ugh... WhO???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. this may sound a bit crappy on my side but it is true... Went I was about one and a half months old with the company.. there was a shortage of a particular product in Universiti Malaya Medical Centre due to the elevation of the number of patients.. So I had to borrow the stock from another medical centre.. and now.. the other medical centre is on shortage and I had to return them back...So.. when I was there.. the person that I handed the stock to about a month and a half ago was not there.. and I was like dang!! I needed to do that urgently.. face it.. patients don't wait.. and they can't wait either.. somehow.. I walked pass the store room and I decided to try my luck.. the moment I walked in.. this dude which I don't remember seeing my entire life said.. "you're the girl from BD eh??".. here.. there are your products so you can return to the other hospital..  I was like.. damn... I haven't really explained anything yet... but.. ughh... OKAYYY!! lolz... so i took them, thank him and left.. don't know how it happened.. it just did.. and I was like woahhh!! I'm on a roll!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event #5: So you went for lunch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. so I headed to the other medical centre to return the goods and the laboratory manager was not around... at first ;-) .. It was 1 plus.. Lunch hour.. AGAIN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I could finish asking the receptionist where she was, she walked in.. and I gave her the products.. everything was completed in less than 10 minutes... So... I did everything super quick.. NO WAITING at all.. It was as if everything was in perfect timing.. all lined up for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event #6: And you said it is impossible to park exactly where you want in Uptown in the middle of the afternoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to pay my car loan.. total nightmare to my pocket.. but oh... for my little blue car? .. well.. a girl gotta do what she has gotta do.. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So..just like Universiti Malaya Medical Centre.. Uptown is a commercial square whereby parking can sometimes be beyong nightmare.. double parking.. triple parking.. QUADRUPLE parking.. u name it.. I've seen it.. So I had to go pay my car loan.. and I told myself.. how great it would be to park right in front of the bank.. Before I finished murmuring to myself.. a car left a space RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE BANK!! did you get chills?? lolz.. and you know what.. usually banks, in the middle of the afternoon, around lunch hour... would be analogous to a terrible horror movie.. you've just gotta to wait .. wait and wait.. for the MOMENT.. and nothing freaking happens.. but today.. oh no.. nothing of that sort.. the moment I pressed for my queue ticket... I walked up the stairs.. VOILA!! My turn!! I was like.. OMG.. what the hell is going on?? HAAHAHHAHA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lucky event #7: Nice chinese uncle??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. my mom was kinda screaming on the phone because I forgot to pay a bunch of bills at the post office..her phone got barred XD... So I had to rush to the post office.. and when I was there.. It was like a freaking cinema.... all the seats were filled...and there were mountains of people in there... I won't blame them.. it's the holiday eve.. and we being Malaysians.. last minute is the key.. :-P... if they're going to cut our utilities tomorrow.. we pay today ... lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTufMwK-H4ykTy3fzyD0xAME_lFJ2XE4nwikw1CazS9p7eLZhFH" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.. I was like... ugh.. ok... end of lucky streak..  I pressed the queue ticket and I was like OH MY GOD.. I had like... say.. 29 people before me????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was like..  damn... I have to drop my work and I'm stuck at the post office waiting for 29 people to finish paying their bills.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzacP2oqxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/EEZ4I5fAQm8/s400/P1090333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And out of the blue.. this Chinese uncle popped out of NO WHERE and gave me this ticket... exactly 15 people ahead!! He cut my waiting time in HALF!!! I WAS LIKE.. THIS CANNOT BE FREAKING HAPPENING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lolz.. I AM SOOOOO lucky!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzacum_4kI/AAAAAAAAA-k/952Y484yYC4/s400/P1090334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. this concludes my post on the 7 lucky events of the day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really hope this lucky streak thing continues.. But this is kinda freaky isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2488954992256476585?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2488954992256476585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2488954992256476585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2488954992256476585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2488954992256476585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-lucky-but-im-not-star-p.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky.. but I&apos;m not a star... :-P'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzacP2oqxI/AAAAAAAAA-c/EEZ4I5fAQm8/s72-c/P1090333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6241690244433261281</id><published>2010-12-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:27:52.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>Peppermint Winter</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again! December is here.. Christmas is in 20 days!! WOOTS!! I'm happy.. are you ? :-p&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dedicate this song to my readers out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vjzpo06Dvsw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vjzpo06Dvsw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. what is your definition of a great Christmas? Booze,  Clubs and Dance? Lol.. I don't know .. Ever since I quited working at Mist, I kinda got really bored of the whole clubbing scene.. Every week without fail, I spent two nights at a club.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO08ynhejI/AAAAAAAAA8U/o8NXZVEo52k/s400/24880_345131243630_801138630_3498985_2056863_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year.. I kinda want something less noisy and way more peaceful.. Probably a good dinner with my peeps and spend some time catching up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I wanna talk about something different now.. If you have the pleasure to structure your ultimate Christmas.. How would it be? Where would it be? and with whom will you be with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My perfect Christmas should be at some place that actually snows.. Damn it... It's been forever since I actually saw a snowflake... The last time? I was a four year old residing in England.. My mom told me I nearly jumped out of the car window when I saw snow.. lolz.. Missed that, missing that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiGtLh_QNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5z-aXLO0IT8/s400/uk+trip.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. the ultimate Christmas should give me another opportunity to build my legendary snowman.. :-P  That should obviously be WAYYY taller than the one I built the first time with my mom and dad when I was 4... and then.. allow me to retreat back to my home with a good cup of hot cocoa and fireplace.. wrapped in a blanket with someone special.. unraveling all the presents under my real Christmas tree... not some crappy plastic tree you buy here in Jusco or something.. *swoons*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh.. talk about gifts.. :-P To my family members and friends who are planning to get me a little something :-P ... hahahha.. let me share with you what I actually want.. see? I shall save you the trouble and save you from the disappointment when I go.. "awwwww... you shouldn't have"... because when I say that.. I mean it.. "you really shouldn't have"... lolz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the top of my list..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/dsc-tx9"&gt;http://www.sony.com.my/product/dsc-tx9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sp.sony-asia.com/da/203/97709.jpeg" alt="DSC-TX9/R-Digital Still Camera-T Series" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need it to replace the crappy Olympus that I have.. this one shoots good photos in low light conditions.. I've tried it myself at the Sony store.. *swoons* and it's pink!! another thing to add to my collection of pink stuff.. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing is also from Sony.. ok.. you may think I'm on a sony pink craze looking that I bought a pink &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=471050259891&amp;amp;set=a.471049814891.258248.605224891"&gt;VAIO&lt;/a&gt;.. :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that is not it... Gym can get pretty boring sometimes.. Celebrity Fitness is going a bit cuckoo these days... They started playing songs like "Can't help falling in love with you" and "what a wonderful world" by Louis Armstrong.. Sometimes.. I kinda feel like falling asleep with everything being so mellow... So I kinda need some Taio Cruz, Bruno Mars and Far East Movement to pump up the beat! You catch my drift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.my/product/nwz-w252/sku/nwz-w252_pm+e"&gt;http://www.sony.com.my/product/nwz-w252/sku/nwz-w252_pm+e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sp.sony-asia.com/da/178/88598.jpeg" alt="NWZ-W252/P-WALKMAN® MP3-W Series" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And there is no surprise that... :-P IT COMES IN PINK TOO!!! Lolz... yea.. everything is soooo pink!!! :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the conclusion is.. I AM addicted to pink stuff and also a bit hooked on Sony these days.. lolz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alternatively, for something less PINK that I actually need is an executive looking handbag... Ok... I know my limits.. as much as I like pink.. pink handbags don't work with my executive clothes.. dark black blazers, grey skirts, in fact, anything.. pink doesn't really cut it... So.. I'm looking at something like this :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well.. Coach being a plus point. hahaha.. but even if it is not... it doesn't matter.. I'm desperate for an appropriate looking handbag.. haha.. so.. u got it , my peeps??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G9-Sjngmx3I/TJ4Kf5ZutTI/AAAAAAAAEeo/iU6XOol-24A/s320/15957-Silver+Black+$358.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But please... don't go buy me something from Chinatown k? I say no to PIRACY :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT9tlUuNxZk0X8-YNW6rh9NW3GA_JiZ_xSRwqZotFaeUcoDTxWp0w" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol... I thus, end my ultimately desperate/ cheapo post with a wish to my peeps out there! "Merry Christmas" ... and I hope you have a great one and I hope you receive great presents too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/114/4/f/Crappy_Present_by_TweekingLeafeh.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;chaoz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6241690244433261281?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6241690244433261281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6241690244433261281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6241690244433261281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6241690244433261281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/12/peppermint-winter.html' title='Peppermint Winter'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO08ynhejI/AAAAAAAAA8U/o8NXZVEo52k/s72-c/24880_345131243630_801138630_3498985_2056863_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-980670046109010980</id><published>2010-11-30T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T06:48:05.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>Legendary Stupidity</title><content type='html'>Trust me, I'm not usually that rude and I don't usually insult people this way.. BUT .. this is EXCEPTIONAL... I always thought that there is a limit to stupidity and there is a boundary nobody can cross.. I mean .. ultimately, there is a difference between a donkey and a human..but I met two "CHAMPIONS" today that made me think otherwise... Dumb people can be everywhere, even at places where you least expect them to be..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's begin with the "FIRST PRIZE WINNER" of my newly made award for the "dumbo of the year". See if you feel the same.. :-S .. Please don't bust your brains out...Mine would have melted if I tried to rationalize it any further..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at one of the top notch private hospitals in Johore.. This one is equivalent to Sunway Medical Centre, in terms of price, architecture, facilities and amenities.. This means that if you're not filthy rich.. you better not try to die there..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcR_TZlJadfUUix2-beCCTCEHCV2d_BT2dveYmN_PBPVf38jIW7M" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I reached there at lunch time and usually, I skip lunch... However, my clients won't.. So.. I had to wait.. So I thought, what the heck.. I'll head over to the cafeteria to get myself a cup of "milo ais" (iced milo, to my foreign readers who don't know what this is.. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milo_(drink)"&gt;Milo&lt;/a&gt; is a chocolate flavoured drink.. in powdered form.. so just add water to it.. and VOILA!! you get the freaking drink.. it's really foolproof.. nobody can screw it up.. that's what I THOUGHT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRcNSLcHWrCY-QbbSFKFoLo-1XJFZ7VVxkBPkXLUBLBRJvFRJ2p" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I got there, I ordered the drink from this Malay girl in her early 20s that was standing at the counter.. The cafeteria was pretty empty.. I should have read the signs.. :-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I told her what I wanted, she looked at me as if I asked her to give me Mount Everest or something.. Then she went running to the back of the kitchen to find a watch.. She pointed at the watch and said that this "Pak Cik yang buat air sedang sembahyang, boleh tunggu 30 minit tak?"  (The uncle that is responsible for making the drinks is doing his prayers, can you wait for 30 minutes)... In my head, I thought to myself, this "uncle" she was talking about must be some GRAND MASTER in milo making..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTZetBQmLkXbuBLY5l7Qm-egIPkSlW7i5CuO28rKit7tqGCcTUyvA" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean.. what the hell.. 30 minutes for a cup of milo?.. hell no.. so I politely asked her whether she could make the drink for me.. she told me she can do it for me but she is "kurang mahir" (not competent yet).. well.. I thought, who could screw up adding water to chocolate powder ? .. well.. I was apparently wrong..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sat at the table across the drinks counter and observed her.. I asked for the drink to be "kurang manis" (less sweet)..which apparently was my mistake because the INCREASE in demands probably stressed her up a bit more..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She took more than 10 minutes to make that drink.. note: this is a chocolate drink.. not a freaking martini.. a typical bartender would have given me 5 martinis by now.. and every step of the way.. she was sooo careful.. It kinda reminded me of the acid-base titration I did in my foundation year at uni..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzzcld9bS5X-Pa3h-0I2ehAEvD_3oJoSNjmxopEp23BwDsFs3Qwg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the resulting drink was ... TRANSLUCENT.. It seemed that her idea of "kurang manis" (less sweet) was to place 1/8 of a teaspoon of milo powder in a huge cup of water.. and the worst part was.. When I looked at the drink  all puzzled... she had the cheeks to come and tell me this .. "I letak ais, tapi sudah cair"... ( I put ice in it but it melted).. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My brains kinda melted..  But trust me.. It was too much.. it took 10 minutes, the drink was translucent..and she came and told me "ais sudah cair" (the ice melted).. I just paid her.. left the drink at the table.. and left the place.. I really hope she understood why.. this girl needs professional help.. :-S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DUMBO numero uno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's move on to #2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met a friend from Merck and he introduced me to a clinic that would offer me the Gardasil jab at near cost price.. so.. yup.. it was pretty cool! :-P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But because it was raining and all, parking spaces were difficult to find and he asked me to get to the clinic for the registration process first. So..  I told the nurse/ receptionist.. that I was there for the HPV (human papillomavirus) vaccine.. She didn't know what I was talking about.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well.. First of all, being in the healthcare industry.. you really cannot NOT know what HPV is.. You're not a farmer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTU8lmXb-Ms-0nKA2Os1bHeZLHUjtXRJ0LiMlwFqlsJOrIUIhOE" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok.. I assume she is ignorant.. But.. let me add.. because of her height and the fact that she was behind a glass counter, I couldn't see her nose because it was blocked by a bloody sticker that says "GET HPV VACCINE HERE".. and you know what, the doctor in the clinic seemed to be obsessed with the vaccine or something and articles, brochures, buntings, pamphlets and posters of HPV vaccine and cervical cancer were pasted at every corner of the clinic.. and obviously, one was pasted right in front of her nose.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I repeated myself several times and then she kept asking me whether I was looking for the jab against H1N1.. Then I figured, ok.. wrong approach.. I told her GARDASIL.. Then she had the cheeks to tell me that I wasted her time and I should have told her GARDASIL from the start cause she does not know what HPV is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really wanted to get behind the counter and pushed her nose against that "Get HPV vaccine here" sticker ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So.. all in all.. I met two people that really opened my eyes today.. so much.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-980670046109010980?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/980670046109010980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=980670046109010980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/980670046109010980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/980670046109010980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/11/legendary-stupidity.html' title='Legendary Stupidity'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-608443456154768059</id><published>2010-11-14T08:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:52:29.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going deeper, falling harder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRPOoE6f93ZBcMuwxsZAuXs7mvsuGn7dAh_bAk8Jax4lGqsNgnBCQ" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;'m currently browsing through the book called "why men want sex and women need love"... and I found the facts to be quite true.. Sad facts for the ladies but what can I say, God has intended to make nature this way. He gave men 20 times more testosterone than women. In other words, men want sex 20 times more than women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I heard quite an interesting story from a friend today. This is what her story was and upon hearing it, I really have some strong opinions and maybe through writing, I can go through my words again and again and hopefully, I can rationalize this with her. Because deep down inside, I am pretty puzzled too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She started off with a man in my opinion, on a very wrong note.  And once again, I quote from this book I just read..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;For a man, sex is a physical act that eases the testosterone pressure he experiences constantly. Only after this tension has gone, can a man feel love towards a woman. This is why it often happens that men disappear after they got what they wanted: it wasn’t love; it was the testosterone pressure. Sex for men is the reality check of their passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why having sex early in the relationship is hazardous for women: the man has not had the time to develop any romantic feelings for her. He needs time to develop those feelings, and the only way to do it is through keeping the sexual tension going for as long as practicable. Sex must be attainable, nearly possible - but not quite. When the sexual tension is at its peak, its release is mind-blowing - and once is never enough, which lays a proper foundation for a future relationship – and love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Hence, obviously, with that widespread general rule, she knew it wasn't meant to be emotional in the first place. She really thought it was a one time deal and the man wasn't being too discreet about the issue either. He made it very clear it was going to be a friendship today, tomorrow, and the future. She took the words very seriously and she was really trying to be a MAN with the whole situation but sadly, upon months spending time with the same person, almost EVERYDAY, the MAN she was trying to be slowly became a WOMAN all over again. Emotions started fluctuating and she found herself in a place whereby making him happy becomes one of her priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;She is scared as hell and she really wants to pull the plug. The brain and the heart is at war. The brain says "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE BEFORE YOU GET HURT" but the heart says "HANG IN THERE"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I definitely saw some deal breakers through her stories. She once told me the man told his friend.. "We are professionals and we look good, when women see us, they see themselves in wedding dresses" .. When I heard that, I literally wanted to explode. How can ANYONE have such a huge ego?? Some people just don't see that as much as women want shelter and obviously, good looks being plus points, it is way beyond that.. "Wedding dresses".. come on.. that is a bit insulting, don't you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The second deal breaker is when he constantly reminds her that they are FRIENDS... I don't get it, she heard him loud and clear the first time. Why keep repeating the words, what are his intentions? To make sure she knows where she stands? To make sure that she won't get clingy? Or is it to ensure that his options are always open?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sadly, even with these deal breakers, for some weird masochistic reasons, she still held on. I don't get it either. Probably she found it nearly impossible to find someone that she is attracted to both emotionally, intellectually and sexually. Maybe the last few months had been such a blast for her that she is reluctant to leave. But one thing for sure that I know, the longer she stays, the deeper the emotions and the end of it all, the fall is going to be real hard, real painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some will ask me.. Why must it end with a fall? The answer is simple, the real MAN in the whole interaction has already set the rules loud and clear. FRIENDS.. nothing else but FRIENDS... so why hold on? why stay on to something that is meant to send her heart right into the bottom of the deep blue ocean and why put herself in potential emotional damage? why not step back, walk away and don't look back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Women, I have to admit can really be irrational at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-608443456154768059?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/608443456154768059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=608443456154768059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/608443456154768059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/608443456154768059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-deeper-falling-harder_14.html' title='Going deeper, falling harder'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-4905698344035936940</id><published>2010-10-18T11:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:37:44.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Departures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My brother called me up early in the morning today, told me that my grandma has left us. I know this day would come, having multiple occurrences of stroke, paralysis, and bed sores, I know returning to the hands of god would probably serve her better. She is now relieved of all the agony and pain, a part of me am glad that god has taken her away from us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, with that being said, I was really torn between being relieved and feeling sad. I really didn't know how much it hurt me until I was at the funeral parlour this evening. As I walked towards her white casket, it really brought back some memories about my dad's departure. It really saddens me that one by one, family members will eventually leave us behind, it's just a matter of time. I guess that's the circle of life. As I peek through the glass, I saw her face, and to my surprise, this is the first time in years I've seen her so peaceful. She looked as if she was in a deep sleep, a total contrast from the days I saw her in the hospital, gasping for air, fighting for life. I guess god has decided to give this old warrior the rest she deserves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life has definitely got tougher these days. I really wish I was a kid sometimes. I looked at my little nephew's face and he had no idea what was happening. Still joyful and oblivious of the sadness around him, I guess we are no longer entitled to that kind of privilege. But with that being said, I do not want sadness to consume me and I know in life, obstacles are inevitable. There are always ups and downs. I may have hit rock bottom today, with the departure of another family member but I will move on, wishing there are better days ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I would like to take this opportunity to thank the people who had sent their regards and to the one person who took time from his really busy day to accommodate for a whiny person like me.  :-) Thank you for helping me through this painful day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've much to do tomorrow. Have to head to the funeral parlour for the cremation session. Gotta hit the sack right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Po Po, may you rest in peace"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-4905698344035936940?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/4905698344035936940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=4905698344035936940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4905698344035936940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4905698344035936940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/10/departures.html' title='Departures'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6538487955379212473</id><published>2010-10-10T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T09:42:51.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>Decisions: No regrets, just lessons..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently, I've made quite a few crazy decisions. Very drastic ones and sometimes, I'm not really sure if I've made the right choices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I worked with GRAF Medical Systems for 2 months.. and I decided to jump to Becton Dickinson... It was not all about the pay but I realised that pharmaceutical sales was never really my thing to begin with.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TLHiTe_0s-I/AAAAAAAAA-U/26daG9EHNAw/s400/waiting.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526447042126459874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really didn't like the nature of the job.. I spend probably 6 hours a day waiting for the patients to clear up.. 20 minutes talking to the doctors... and that went on for two excruciating months.. I may not seem like a super duper hyperactive person but the idea of sitting down doing nothing simply killed me! I know I had to do something more on the go.. So I chose to be with BD.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This job is very different from the previous one.. A lot of traveling, very little waiting.. It's pretty draining actually.. I'm actually sick right now probably due to the fact that I have not been this busy for a while now..  The last time I'm this exhausted was probably during my course in uni.. hmm.. But I'm pretty satisfied with the prospect of my job... I get to train people, I get to give speeches and share my knowledge with medical personnel. Things, right now, couldn't be better.. It's right in my league! Since I like giving speeches so much.. LOL.. but then again, it was a pretty rash decision... The moment I got the confirmation, I just tendered my resignation immediately.. Didn't think twice.. hmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. The second decision I've made was pretty much scarier than the first. I believe deeply that sometimes, when you love something enough, you will have to learn to let it go.  It really did hurt me quite a lot.. He had been very supportive of me for beyond two years but deep down inside.. I know it was going no where.. So I had to learn how to cut the line.. I was never an independent person.. I didn't know how to live on my own... I had always expected someone to be there for me whenever I needed the company but now, I'm in a phase whereby I have to learn what it means to be a single entity.. So far, I've been doing miserably.. lolz.. I constantly forget my meals, I am still forgetful,  I still refuse to go to the doctors and eat my medicine when I'm sick, there's been more than 6 occasions whereby I forget to refuel my car, causing me to frantically search for petrol stations like a woman who just lost her child.. yea.. pretty messed up.. but I guess that's part and parcel of learning how to survive on my own.. tough job.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I bought a car... I fought with my mom one day cause she was blaming me that I took the car without consulting her.. two weeks later... I got my own car... leading to a rather hefty installment on my "not so amazing" salary. I guess I still have the impulsive little teenager attitude inside me.. I really gotta learn to grow up and be less rash with my decisions.. But hey, ultimately, a car was a pretty good investment I guess.. at least part of my salary went to something with "second-value".. or it would have all gone to clothes, bags and shoes.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's all my updates for now.. I really wanna put some pictures into my blog and make it more interesting.. but the GREAT fact is that the motherboard of my personal laptop burnt..So I'm using my company's laptop..  and the whole rigmarole of installing my camera's software here is simply off putting... so.. nah.. bear with me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6538487955379212473?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6538487955379212473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6538487955379212473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6538487955379212473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6538487955379212473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/10/decisions-no-regrets-just-lessons.html' title='Decisions: No regrets, just lessons..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TLHiTe_0s-I/AAAAAAAAA-U/26daG9EHNAw/s72-c/waiting.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2064973401158331637</id><published>2010-07-30T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:36:08.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new me, in a lot of ways..</title><content type='html'>Hi all! It's been almost a year since I touched this.. but I'm finally free today after all that hassle. So here goes.. Let's get you updated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I graduated from UTAR with my first class honours.. *claps anyone??*.. couldn't be happier.. like EVER..   The sleepless nights, the crazy last minute cramming, the endless streams of coffee, the stress... Man.. I survived! and Hey, remember my last &lt;a href="http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-my-life-celebration-of-my-21.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; ? I said I was doing my final year project and stuff.. I can't believe I got through the whole damn ordeal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFOwbqsLc6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/hHMo3471iJM/s1600/P1010212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFOwbqsLc6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/hHMo3471iJM/s400/P1010212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499933559312053154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went on my dream vacation.. My eurotrip actually happened! I still remember chatting with my friends saying that I'm going to go for my graduation trip and get my ass to Rome and stuff... At that time.. I thought it was really out of reach. But something got into me last year.. I started taking part time jobs.. Like lots of them..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distributed Madonna CDs at clubs around KL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO09EZkSoI/AAAAAAAAA8c/qxka6C8ilmo/s1600/10119_143955474891_605224891_2661583_2878999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO09EZkSoI/AAAAAAAAA8c/qxka6C8ilmo/s400/10119_143955474891_605224891_2661583_2878999_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499938531195505282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started selling Rimmel cosmetics at IOI mall.. I'm the best salesperson EVER.. lolz.. I lied about everything.. wait.. no no .. that ain't right.. I STRETCHED the truth.. Super long lasting foundation (I said it lasts up to 12 hours.. :-P).. which is obviously.. * &lt;strike&gt;  &lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; REALLY REALLY &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/code&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; * .. ugh.. a bit.. not true.. oh.. ya.. I wore super long and thick lashes and said they were natural.. cause I used the mascaras from the range.. :-P hey.. at least my sales weren't too shabby.. HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO1pR1c8QI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Tw3J5rCuJ-o/s1600/rimmel-glameyes-kate-moss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO1pR1c8QI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Tw3J5rCuJ-o/s400/rimmel-glameyes-kate-moss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499939290716369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and I became the &lt;strike&gt; database girl &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm .. I mean.. ambassador at mist club.. In December, when I was doing my final year project, I juggled two jobs. morning, cosmetics sales, night, Mist club. I did all that to collect money for my eurotrip... and I did generate enough.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO08ynhejI/AAAAAAAAA8U/o8NXZVEo52k/s1600/24880_345131243630_801138630_3498985_2056863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO08ynhejI/AAAAAAAAA8U/o8NXZVEo52k/s400/24880_345131243630_801138630_3498985_2056863_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499938526422202930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO3jRlJ5BI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5D9MIlpxuI4/s1600/22072_298129599891_605224891_3489504_1305277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO3jRlJ5BI/AAAAAAAAA8s/5D9MIlpxuI4/s400/22072_298129599891_605224891_3489504_1305277_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499941386592052242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got my tickets.. I WAS SOOOOO happy.. It was kinda one of my goals in life to visit Paris and Rome... umm.. London.. was just the icing on the cake.. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I headed to places I really really loved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The buckingham palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8d48hAZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/0G80oyF_Ht8/s1600/P6090157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8d48hAZI/AAAAAAAAA9E/0G80oyF_Ht8/s400/P6090157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499946791637942674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8eGL1n5I/AAAAAAAAA9M/Vk0wQfP0_OU/s1600/P6080065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8eGL1n5I/AAAAAAAAA9M/Vk0wQfP0_OU/s400/P6080065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499946795191869330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lourve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8ekyPMII/AAAAAAAAA9U/6kJPNWiB-to/s1600/P6140842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8ekyPMII/AAAAAAAAA9U/6kJPNWiB-to/s400/P6140842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499946803405992066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO-Ufh9ffI/AAAAAAAAA98/OpValJQiMzo/s1600/P6130438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO-Ufh9ffI/AAAAAAAAA98/OpValJQiMzo/s400/P6130438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499948829220109810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Notre Dame Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO9WSKZsLI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Xom-CqCDX-o/s1600/P6140896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO9WSKZsLI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Xom-CqCDX-o/s400/P6140896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499947760479744178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vatican City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO9WmXGmxI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ltp4FZPOhmM/s1600/P6171077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO9WmXGmxI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ltp4FZPOhmM/s400/P6171077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499947765901728530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Colosseum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8fLww2XI/AAAAAAAAA9c/PB2cJtJFml0/s1600/IMGP0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO8fLww2XI/AAAAAAAAA9c/PB2cJtJFml0/s400/IMGP0119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499946813868792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Trevi Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO9XN_xZqI/AAAAAAAAA90/YWJ4NZmK6og/s1600/P1100151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFO9XN_xZqI/AAAAAAAAA90/YWJ4NZmK6og/s400/P1100151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499947776541288098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and other really corny places that tourists visit.. but I loved every minute of it.. :-) Still makes me feel as if I've accomplished something for myself. and I'll never regret it.. Lotsa money spent... Lotsa sacrifices made.. but I loved my reward at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As of now.. I've got a job as a medical representative. I've been traveling between hospitals on a daily basis. .. My job includes.. WAITING for doctors.. sitting and waiting .. sitting and waiting.. I hate the idea but I love the money.. so.. what can I say XD?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SUCK IT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyway.. My convocation is on the 22th of August.. I'm depressed actually.. My dad isn't going to be there to witness the outcome of her daughter's efforts after all these years.. studying, working hard... I want him to know that I'm all grown up. I'm an adult now.. and I missed him every single day... I want him to know that I am who I am because I want to make him proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Daddy, I love you and thank you for having me as your daughter.. Although I've only known you for 13 years.. you're going to be remembered and loved forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFPCPLOtscI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4OaUXtfq3LA/s1600/Daddy%27s+heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFPCPLOtscI/AAAAAAAAA-E/4OaUXtfq3LA/s400/Daddy%27s+heaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499953135917838786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you dad, *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2064973401158331637?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2064973401158331637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2064973401158331637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2064973401158331637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2064973401158331637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-me-in-lot-of-ways.html' title='a new me, in a lot of ways..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TFOwbqsLc6I/AAAAAAAAA8M/hHMo3471iJM/s72-c/P1010212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6064788972602941766</id><published>2009-10-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:09:49.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><title type='text'>The story of my life... "celebration of my 21 years of existence" lol..</title><content type='html'>1o days more, it'll be the 27th of october.. and there you go...I'll be 21...big year I guess.. So.. I decided to do a post dedicated to ME.. lol.. super self-obsessed.. but put it this way.... if I don't exist.. you wouldn't be reading this.. and you will need to go some place else to waste your time..  lol.. so.. APPRECIATE me.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi... I'm Stephanie Yong Tshun Yee.. I was born on the 27th of October 1988.. I lived in my mommy's tummy for only 7 months.. I guess I'm the kind of girl who can't wait to see the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my brother right there.. According to him.. I was no bigger than an eggplant.. I wonder what in the world made me grow so much after 21 years.. lol.. and now.. I'm hitting the gym to downsize myself.. lol.. how ironic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiCffflBfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/A723U0XlrzQ/s1600-h/premature+baby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiCffflBfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/A723U0XlrzQ/s400/premature+baby.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393204031317673458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very happy kid.. and I enjoyed smiling a lot... and I had really chubby cheeks.. (oh my god)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiD_16xrmI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Cit-BNCuGvw/s1600-h/chubby+fat+piggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiD_16xrmI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Cit-BNCuGvw/s400/chubby+fat+piggy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393205686604770914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a cuter kid when I was about one plus.. and I landed quite a lot of tv commercials.. Diapers, Dynamo detergent and stuff.. lol.. I earned money when I was one.. lol.. beat that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiE8x7t3aI/AAAAAAAAA6U/7ErF4PmdUgo/s1600-h/happy+piggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiE8x7t3aI/AAAAAAAAA6U/7ErF4PmdUgo/s400/happy+piggy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393206733506993570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with lotsa toys and stuffed bears.. and I was treated like a princess at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiE9YrRU6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/Up5Z4sh6Bs0/s1600-h/lotsa+toys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiE9YrRU6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/Up5Z4sh6Bs0/s400/lotsa+toys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393206743906997154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything good in the world continued to happen.. I made commercials.. as a reward.. I get lotsa toys from mommy ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiGtVQLZBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-6zM41M1OqM/s1600-h/little+teaser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiGtVQLZBI/AAAAAAAAA6s/-6zM41M1OqM/s400/little+teaser.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393208667133404178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But my "career" terminated when I headed to UK for about half a year...My daddy worked there for many years... All the way until when I was form 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiGtLh_QNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5z-aXLO0IT8/s1600-h/uk+trip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiGtLh_QNI/AAAAAAAAA6k/5z-aXLO0IT8/s400/uk+trip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393208664523751634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best time of my life.. I remember running out from the house to catch snow falling from the sky.. I remember eating chocolate yogurt near the radiator.. everything was simply perfect.. except one.. I skipped kindergarten for half a year and became the stupidest kid there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiHzixtKKI/AAAAAAAAA60/jqnuYIJRccQ/s1600-h/standard+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiHzixtKKI/AAAAAAAAA60/jqnuYIJRccQ/s400/standard+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393209873354533026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came standard 1.. I was a very smart student (uh hum.. lol).. for the first half of the year.. lol.. I got the 1st place in class.. then I got 3rd, and from there.. I declined .. but I was still within the top 10 places .. U know why? Because mommy stuffed me with tuition classes, piano classes, electone classes and art classes.. I was the busiest kid in school.. barely had space to breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished standard 6.. I was hoping to get to SMDJ to be with my friends.. but my mom stuffed me into TAMAN SEA... cause it was nearer to home.. and that time.. my mom wasn't driving... She was a "stay-home" mom.. doing her "tai-tai" stuff.. didn't need to drive.. there wasn't a need to drive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when form 1 came, my life continued to sail easily.... until September came.. My dad came back from his work in UK and decided to head down to Johore with his friends.. One night, he fainted in the hotel and his friends told us he had a heart attack... We were shocked but when we heard from dad the next morning.. We were pretty relieved.. I remember him telling mom not to worry.. and he didn't want us to head down to visit him... but.. till now.. I wish I had.. and I still blame myself for it.. I still remember .. It was the 23rd of September.. Late at night.. The phone rang.. it was the hospital.. I answered the call.. The nurse said he was in a critical condition and told us to rush to the hospital immediately.. My mom called everyone in the family.. We were ready to speed to Johore.. But before we left the house.. some undertaker guy called us.. told us that dad has passed away and he is here to offer his services.. I remember the moment very clearly.. Mom dropped the glass she was holding onto the floor.. She announced the news to the family.. My brother was weeping and my sister was very devastated.. she cried deeply.. I, on the other hand.. stood in a corner.. Didn't know what to do.. It was too much for the moment.. and to top it up.. my grandma nearly fainted.. and from there.. my life changed.. nothing was the same anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a huge loan in his hands.. I guess he thought he was ready to take big leaps in his career and investments... But i guess.. somethings can't be predicted... So.. we had to sell the big house.. and mom and I had to move into a puny condo.. The luxury cars were turned into a puny kelisa..Mom.. the "tai-tai" became a babysitter.. 1. to keep her sanity.. and 2. to make sure the money dad left us doesn't deplete easily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there.. I knew it was time for me to buck up..The "passport" to study in UK has vanished before my eyes.. Like what my mom said.."There's no more guarantee to a good degree"... So I studied like a big nerd.. I worked hard and made sure I scored well in high school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Form 5, my high school year... My second biggest nightmare came... Mom always had a heart condition... Driving her to the emergency department of the hospital wasn't a new thing ever since I came back from UK.. for 13 years.. she managed to combat the disease well.. but in form 5... the doctor told her.. that was it.. she needs an operation or it's over for her... but he warned us.. like any cardiovascular surgery.. there's a risk.. I was very torn... It was my crucial year and my mom may leave me.. just like dad.. I had one thing in mind... I might become an orphan soon..I still remember the time she was in the National Heart Institute.... I could barely get a shut eye.. but thank god.. she survived and she is still very well now.. with very loud and annoying voice.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StifqfQw54I/AAAAAAAAA68/YTS35UUjLKo/s1600-h/smkts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StifqfQw54I/AAAAAAAAA68/YTS35UUjLKo/s400/smkts.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393236106071304066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to lock 11A's in my pocket.. But I knew I am not entitled to fancy colleges and universities.. My mom told me loud and clear.. "once you are out from high school, you're on your own".. So I seeked for a route that can definitely land me a degree.. No "maybes" no "ifs"... Opportunity came when I got to UTAR... they offered me a full scholarship for my foundation studies due to my SPM results.. and they told me.. If I scored well for my foundation.. I get my degree for free ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know that I stepped into something more than I bargained for.. I didn't check UTAR's background and I experienced "culture shock" the first day I was there.. Everyone spoke in MANDARIN.. and I knew NOTHING...I tried speaking to them in english.. but they walked away from me.. I was devastated on the first day of Uni.. I still remember that day well.. I went home and cried in front of my mom.. My foundation mates didn't agree with me well initially too.. But as time goes by.. It was better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In foundation..  I worked like a dog.. I got one A minus for the first semester and from there.. I made sure I get A's for everything.. I needed the free pass for my degree.. and sure enough I got what I wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During degree.. Things got tougher.. but I gained much valuable experiences.. and I gained some pretty good friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became the master of ceremony for  several events.. The talent night, the Asian Cultural night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig7E-flDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/xd52MSfHV74/s1600-h/IMGP1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig7E-flDI/AAAAAAAAA7k/xd52MSfHV74/s400/IMGP1198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237490584753202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Freshmen Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig6FwrsGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Cwvu21wIbRo/s1600-h/08012009463+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig6FwrsGI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Cwvu21wIbRo/s400/08012009463+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237473615392866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig6lhqbSI/AAAAAAAAA7c/fqax6aKxono/s1600-h/08012009240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig6lhqbSI/AAAAAAAAA7c/fqax6aKxono/s400/08012009240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237482142330146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I  became a member of the Student Representative Committee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig5WRyj-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/IbOn_w1QM2U/s1600-h/IMGP1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Stig5WRyj-I/AAAAAAAAA7M/IbOn_w1QM2U/s400/IMGP1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393237460869353442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won a public speaking competiion, conducted an Anti smoking campaign so on and so forth..These experiences.. I wouldn't trade for the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. I'm in the 3rd year of my degree.. Having my semester break... Doing my final year project entitled "alternative cancer treatment".. One more semester to go before I head out to the cruel working world... I still have lots to look out for and lotsa unaccomplished hopes and dreams.. So look out people! This is only a new chapter of my life.. the "adulthood".. There are lots more of me in the time to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anyway.. to those who read this all the way to the end.. I truly appreciate it.. and now.. you know me a little better.. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6064788972602941766?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6064788972602941766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6064788972602941766&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6064788972602941766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6064788972602941766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-my-life-celebration-of-my-21.html' title='The story of my life... &quot;celebration of my 21 years of existence&quot; lol..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StiCffflBfI/AAAAAAAAA6E/A723U0XlrzQ/s72-c/premature+baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2088870374924730624</id><published>2009-10-14T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:32:41.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><title type='text'>A morning of pure adrenaline</title><content type='html'>I slept about 4 am this morning, kinda lost track of time when I was flipping through those horrible, and I mean horrible medical journals in hopes to search for the best information available for my final year project entitled "alternative cancer treatment". I'm quite satisfied so far, the progress may be a bit "tortoise" like but I am finding valuable information. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXO2vyZQPI/AAAAAAAAA50/X2HYcz9iYJI/s1600-h/P5171500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXO2vyZQPI/AAAAAAAAA50/X2HYcz9iYJI/s400/P5171500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392443568782131442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at the amount of journals I've found... there are way more to come..until I refill my cartridge... some books I found online are of hundreds of pages and obviously, as much as I wanna print them all out.. I know I shouldn't .. lol.. (words from the fella who won the so called "what can you do to save the environment" public speaking competition.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of my sleep, I heard my phone ring.  I am a light-sleeper you see, so I woke up, unwillingly, and walked towards my phone. However, it stopped ringing but what I saw was horrifying.. lol... Wai Yew called me.. You see, this guy barely uses his phone and he calls me ONCE a semester and I mean ONCE to tell me that the results for the semester is OUT.. lol.. I know that was it.. but I had to confirm.. and sure enough.. HE TOLD ME THE RESULTS ARE AVAILABLE on the UTAR's INTRANET..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXNCD5MxjI/AAAAAAAAA5s/DsTxzsTuuec/s1600-h/utar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXNCD5MxjI/AAAAAAAAA5s/DsTxzsTuuec/s400/utar.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392441564134688306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXO3A4n9dI/AAAAAAAAA58/JKhuwEGc-oI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXO3A4n9dI/AAAAAAAAA58/JKhuwEGc-oI/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392443573371663826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked, and obviously, when I get all panicked, I knocked into some furniture before I scrambled my way to my desk chair... lol.. that explains the bruise on my leg.. I really need to work on my "clumsiness".. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 30 minutes to log in to the bloody website.. The server was overloaded with anxious students... It was the most excruciating 30 minutes of the year... My heart  practically flew out of my chest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw the results, I had ... well mixed feelings.. Obviously, nothing is ever good enough until I hit the big 4 flat for my gpa... but.. on the other hand, I did make a drastic improvement from the last semester, I maintained my first class honours grade, secured a temporary (touch wood) position on the Dean's list and above all,  secure my full scholarship from UTAR... I guess I should be satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I look back, I think I've been through an awful lot before the exams.. I've made some mistakes here and there and emotionally, I was a bit torn because of what I've done.. and physically, I was not so well.. I'm glad that didn't affect my results..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today.. I celebrate by letting myself slack at home.. not going to hit the gym today.. lol..not doing any research for my final year project either.. I'm just going to sit around and do nothing.. lol.. but I'll rush to the gym first thing in the morning tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's to avoid my ass from expanding. lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2088870374924730624?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2088870374924730624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2088870374924730624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2088870374924730624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2088870374924730624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-of-pure-adrenaline.html' title='A morning of pure adrenaline'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/StXO2vyZQPI/AAAAAAAAA50/X2HYcz9iYJI/s72-c/P5171500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6441416977458305819</id><published>2009-09-03T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:52:51.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><title type='text'>Of cotton candies and lollipops... and a self-rechargeable phone..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crazy! Final test of the semester.. now all I have to do is go through my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; FINAL EXAMINATIONS&lt;/span&gt; starting next Friday... Yays!! *sobs*... sigh.. Anyway.. Paul brought a packet of cotton candies to uni to cheer us up! haha... super cute right.. I remember telling him that I want to eat the clouds.. yea.. sleepy talk.. didn't expect him to buy cotton candies just because of that... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bvwPd67I/AAAAAAAAA5k/4HtMBmHIwh8/s1600-h/P5051426aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bvwPd67I/AAAAAAAAA5k/4HtMBmHIwh8/s400/P5051426aaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377187724809595826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Chia the "genius" came up with an idea to boost his blood sugar level to a life-threatening state... He took out the lollipop Adriad got for us from Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bYy7XEII/AAAAAAAAA5U/5EhSA20DSwg/s1600-h/dddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bYy7XEII/AAAAAAAAA5U/5EhSA20DSwg/s400/dddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377187330393575554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some cotton candy.. and covered that whole darn thing with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bZTogrgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9bb0KOVPwKo/s1600-h/eeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bZTogrgI/AAAAAAAAA5c/9bb0KOVPwKo/s400/eeee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377187339172883970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bYZQ43UI/AAAAAAAAA5M/m6PtDDxcQGk/s1600-h/qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bYZQ43UI/AAAAAAAAA5M/m6PtDDxcQGk/s400/qqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377187323504549186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad guy who couldn't stop laughing.. ROFL ... I on the other hand, who have the ability to get "high" on just a mere mentos was laughing till I fell on the floor... yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? All of that happened BEFORE the laboratory test.. Lol... yea.. you see the guy behind chia? That's Roland (we call him Rolly though...).. That was what we were SUPPOSED to do... quiet, reading and giving full attention to our studies.. Haha.. Looks like we're really horrible students..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Had a great time listening to "Chia's nipples" story... lol.. if you're interested.. Go ask him sometime.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. btw.. towards the night.. something weird happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone beeped and the screen said "charging" all of a sudden... I didn't plug the cable in though... And the battery panel keeps moving.. LOL... Right until now.. It is still charging by itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. Maybe chia was right.. I have the ability to charge batteries.. Don't believe me? Read this old post of mine..&lt;a href="http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-46-im-better-than.html"&gt; here...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yNz8k4OFj2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yNz8k4OFj2A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6441416977458305819?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6441416977458305819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6441416977458305819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6441416977458305819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6441416977458305819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-cotton-candies-and-lollipops-and.html' title='Of cotton candies and lollipops... and a self-rechargeable phone..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp-bvwPd67I/AAAAAAAAA5k/4HtMBmHIwh8/s72-c/P5051426aaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5416777413440198883</id><published>2009-09-01T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:03:44.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Daddy :-)</title><content type='html'>Don't really know if you could hear me from up above, but daddy, I would like to wish you a very happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp01MOoPpFI/AAAAAAAAA40/a5Pie1Irmg4/s1600-h/j0384668Birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp01MOoPpFI/AAAAAAAAA40/a5Pie1Irmg4/s400/j0384668Birthday_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376512014351836242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 8 years since I  last saw you but the memories of you is deeply engraved in my mind..  And daddy, I love you lots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp01MwDpjbI/AAAAAAAAA5E/RkeqtGKVZPA/s1600-h/love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp01MwDpjbI/AAAAAAAAA5E/RkeqtGKVZPA/s400/love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376512023325150642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as much as I was laughing and playing around with my peeps, there is a part of me that is rather emotional. Images of dad's last birthday party filled my mind and man... can't believe it has already been 8 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has met a drastic change the day he left... I always wonder.. What if he was still here? Maybe I won't be studying locally? Maybe I would be a much larger brat than I am now? lol.. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess God always have his way around things... Maybe that was His plan for me... The challenges I've been through the day he left has certainly made me a much stronger person... I've learned how to defend myself, speak up and to work my way around things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 13.. I remember speaking to attorneys, talking to annoying insurance agents regarding claims, and negotiating with property agents for better prices for the condominium.. Mommy was devastated and my siblings were very busy people... I don't know how well I did or would others do a better job.. but I guess I did what I had to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. I'm happy with who I am today and  daddy, I hope I've made you proud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.. Love you lots...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5416777413440198883?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5416777413440198883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5416777413440198883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5416777413440198883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5416777413440198883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Daddy :-)'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sp01MOoPpFI/AAAAAAAAA40/a5Pie1Irmg4/s72-c/j0384668Birthday_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6246823993936261508</id><published>2009-08-31T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:22:41.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>The day I ate 10 sugar free champs vitamin Cs...</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of the man named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linus_Pauling"&gt;Linus Pauling&lt;/a&gt;? Haha... He is this Nobel Laureate that takes really high doses of vitamin Cs on a daily basis to keep himself healthy.. My Medical microbiology &amp;amp; parasitology lecturer loves to talk about him.. "the smart man lived up to the age of 93.. bla bla bla.. he takes 3000 mg of vitamin Cs per day... bla bla bla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, when I was studying for his test (which is tomorrow at 8 am btw)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spvn4XVf4nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/qnx_EsOAK_k/s1600-h/P5041409qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spvn4XVf4nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/qnx_EsOAK_k/s400/P5041409qqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376145535719694962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to play a little vitamin C megadosage myself.. lol.. But obviously.. I'm not going to eat boring tasteless vitamin Cs... haha.. So what I did was... I popped 5 tablets in my mouth..and 2 hours later.. I popped another 5... Since it was sugar free.. I figured it was guilt free as well....It was utterly YUMMY~~!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spvn4yVnB1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/8uBjLJwaNrg/s1600-h/P5041410qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spvn4yVnB1I/AAAAAAAAA4U/8uBjLJwaNrg/s400/P5041410qqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376145542967920466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after eating 10 tablets of really fun and sweet vitamin Cs.. My maid brought in a cup of apple juice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpvojRvUpLI/AAAAAAAAA4k/pRnlbKA1-00/s1600-h/P5041411qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpvojRvUpLI/AAAAAAAAA4k/pRnlbKA1-00/s400/P5041411qqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376146272951772338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I kinda overdosed even more than what Linus Pauling did... Nothing's wrong with me so far... Lol.. let's see what happens next..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw... My mommy just came back from Hat Yai... And she bought me nothing except a keychain... With a sneaker on it.. :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpvpH7vHdWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qsH0szIpbms/s1600-h/P5041412qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpvpH7vHdWI/AAAAAAAAA4s/qsH0szIpbms/s400/P5041412qqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376146902700488034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How generous...&lt;br /&gt;Her reasoning was.." Things from Thailand are not of your taste and I don't wanna waste my money since you are a little brat with expensive taste.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Speechless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6246823993936261508?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6246823993936261508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6246823993936261508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6246823993936261508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6246823993936261508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-i-ate-10-sugar-free-champs-vitamin.html' title='The day I ate 10 sugar free champs vitamin Cs...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spvn4XVf4nI/AAAAAAAAA4M/qnx_EsOAK_k/s72-c/P5041409qqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1478934866710969045</id><published>2009-08-29T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:21:31.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>What happened before, during and after the blood thirsty mad child....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just get too tired of clubs and pubs.Mind you, for the past two months... there isn't a week that I'm not near those places...Alchohol.. laugh.. dance.. lalalalalla... It gets&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; OLD&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, yesterday, on this rare occasion of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"anti-club" psychotic reaction&lt;/span&gt;, I decided to go recruit my own movie group to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Orphan&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoRF07uGhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OnIzqb2Q7pw/s1600-h/orphanposter%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoRF07uGhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OnIzqb2Q7pw/s400/orphanposter%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375627897026255378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;starfeesh&lt;/span&gt;" (you know who you are la) was against me cause he thinks he'll get laid in the club... (highly unlikely.. I bet my life on it.. LOL) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoWjC2jtcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ko3OgjuLwyE/s1600-h/2110105665_e9279dc479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoWjC2jtcI/AAAAAAAAA4A/ko3OgjuLwyE/s400/2110105665_e9279dc479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375633896537044418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he was recruiting people and I had to make my magic in order to get people to watch this thriller with me.. (trust me.. two people ain't enough.. I need to make sure I'm surrounded by known people.... LOL)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did was.. I booked 6 tickets and I played with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ctrl+c and ctrl+v&lt;/span&gt; and pasted messages onto almost everyone's msn chat box.. which was really simple.. all I had to make sure is that they're in Malaysia or I'll be a real ass... LOL..At that stage.. it really didn't matter who went.. I figured if they're in my friends list.. anyone would do the trick.. I needed company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I got 4 people to agree with me to go to the movies.. (1 dropped out eventually cause of some stupid 3 hour gig... lol) .. However, I think the recruitment was a success ... last minute planning and it was a Saturday night.. think the football thing was on and some people were planning to hit the clubs...well.. at least there were 4 of us..good enough.. I have people on my left and person on my right.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my peeps went to the gym with me before the movie... And due to the fact that the movie was at 11.55.... we had 2 hours to spare in a closed mall.. As usual... 1st location: Starbucks... We all brought our lappies as we know two hours can be excruciating without entertainment .. and we were facebooking and msning away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When starbucks decided to shut us in at 11.18 pm.. we had no place to go and I was still chatting on msn.. LOL... So.. we found a closed credit card promotion counter and continued with our lappies..LOL.. Oh btw.. Adriad managed to get free lollipops from starbucks.. LOL.. don't ask me how.. ask him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoS68k1UqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/x4GaKgFD-T4/s1600-h/29082009734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoS68k1UqI/AAAAAAAAA3o/x4GaKgFD-T4/s400/29082009734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375629909122437794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the photocopy machine over there? We were planning to use that power point for our lappies..Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoTM3PcoyI/AAAAAAAAA34/oVLrOAFziL4/s1600-h/29082009736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoTM3PcoyI/AAAAAAAAA34/oVLrOAFziL4/s400/29082009736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375630216928207650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoS7avh8eI/AAAAAAAAA3w/cvXZDuaUlIk/s1600-h/29082009735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoS7avh8eI/AAAAAAAAA3w/cvXZDuaUlIk/s400/29082009735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375629917220368866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you know,  shopping mall guards are very pleasant people... so...the fella chased us away eventually.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last member of our movie group then came and we were there for the scare of our lives.. I was doing the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;peekaboo face&lt;/span&gt; (my hands were at the side of my head , ready to cover my eyes ) and Chia was doing the ("&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think there is something in my ears&lt;/span&gt;" thing... his finger was always in his ears)... and the whole movie was STRESSFUL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was some floating weird ghost girl movie.. BUT IT WAS NOT... IT WAS REALLY WELL CRAFTED and down right horrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie,  Chia and Adriad (two muscular dudes) lol.. escorted me to my car and on the way home.. I was calling Paul cause I didn't' want to be alone... And when I was out of the car.. I called Chia till I reached my doorstep... And when I reached HOME.. I started pasting messages on everyone's chatbox so they could talk me to sleep.. LOL.. yea.. I was that freaked out.. mind you.. my mom is not at home.. so I was pretty much left in the cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. that was my night last night.. lol... I'll never look at little girls the SAME .. EVER... and I mean NEVERRRRRRRRRRRR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1478934866710969045?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1478934866710969045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1478934866710969045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1478934866710969045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1478934866710969045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happened-before-during-and-after.html' title='What happened before, during and after the blood thirsty mad child....'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpoRF07uGhI/AAAAAAAAA3g/OnIzqb2Q7pw/s72-c/orphanposter%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7416887703617906613</id><published>2009-08-28T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:22:32.107-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><title type='text'>In every dark cloud, there is a sliver lining beautiful bouquet of flowers!</title><content type='html'>If you have read my previous post, you would know that yesterday was definitely&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me.. Sleep deprivation due to the masked textER and the cancellation of the RPM class that I was supposed to attend at celebrity fitness had really got me into the blues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I then realized that I have nothing to complain about because I've just received another really &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful bouquet of flowers&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spgfppy43SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/qMaAh1FW7cE/s1600-h/P5041409fff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spgfppy43SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/qMaAh1FW7cE/s400/P5041409fff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375080955721080098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a hand bouquet, slightly more petite than the previous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time... they are yellow.. pretty cute too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpgfpEVRmxI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tMB1BInrEzI/s1600-h/P5041412ffff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpgfpEVRmxI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/tMB1BInrEzI/s400/P5041412ffff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375080945664760594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. now that I put both the bouquets together.. I think my room looks like a garden.. lol... so people... keep the flowers coming in.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA!! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7416887703617906613?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7416887703617906613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7416887703617906613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7416887703617906613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7416887703617906613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-every-dark-cloud-there-is-sliver.html' title='In every dark cloud, there is a &lt;del&gt;sliver lining&lt;/del&gt; beautiful bouquet of flowers!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Spgfppy43SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/qMaAh1FW7cE/s72-c/P5041409fff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1337288289919707073</id><published>2009-08-28T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:41:11.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The masked  avenger textER vs. stephanie's patience</title><content type='html'>Before I begin this post.. I would like to introduce you to my amazing patience level.. lol...You see, when I deal with people I don't really know and if they're annoying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually give them a smiley face   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it actually means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeLM2PHjSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/MrXedq7ARco/s1600-h/go+fug+yourself.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeLM2PHjSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/MrXedq7ARco/s400/go+fug+yourself.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374917733123591458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when they go overly sarcastic and obnoxious, I will give them :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact, it means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Stephy/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeML56WDHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-7JZV64xFYM/s1600-h/fuck-off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeML56WDHI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-7JZV64xFYM/s400/fuck-off.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374918816441961586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I usually get to brush it off in no time.. and to be honest.. this event that I'm going to tell you about has happened to me at least 4 to 5 times but ... the people who did this eventually gave in and stopped because it was no longer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUNNY&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMUSING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, I met this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HERO&lt;/span&gt; and he was playing around for a bit TOO LONG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was using Paul's maxis number say.. two weeks ago cause I didn't have time to pay my crazy digi bill (RM300+) ... So I eventually got used to it and use the number via my mom's extra phone permanently. However, I didn't save my phonebook into that phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. about few days back,  I started receiving texts like these from this person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeOZvGnfoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lDnd8E3M4Ic/s1600-h/P5031426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeOZvGnfoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lDnd8E3M4Ic/s200/P5031426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921253082070658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeOaPRsASI/AAAAAAAAA04/Cl3_-2Sj8Vo/s1600-h/P5031427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeOaPRsASI/AAAAAAAAA04/Cl3_-2Sj8Vo/s200/P5031427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921261718438178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeOahDB6pI/AAAAAAAAA1A/2smVy4-gFiw/s1600-h/P5031428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeOahDB6pI/AAAAAAAAA1A/2smVy4-gFiw/s200/P5031428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921266488797842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeObE8q4SI/AAAAAAAAA1I/m3m6QX8P_A8/s1600-h/P5031429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeObE8q4SI/AAAAAAAAA1I/m3m6QX8P_A8/s200/P5031429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921276125798690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeObpQVuqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/g8Wh9VdN8o8/s1600-h/P5031430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeObpQVuqI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/g8Wh9VdN8o8/s200/P5031430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374921285871975074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy and I didn't bother to cross check with my phonebook on the other phone.. So i replied.. "nightz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the texts kept coming in and I got curious.. So I checked my phonebook.. and to my surprise.. I don't know who the hell he is.. and the nightmare begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was polite at first.. So I said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeP3EbXI4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/KfonuLcfFzk/s1600-h/P5031441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeP3EbXI4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/KfonuLcfFzk/s200/P5031441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374922856534057858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeP3sN8fQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FaLqBsPubZs/s1600-h/P5031442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeP3sN8fQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/FaLqBsPubZs/s200/P5031442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374922867215203586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He said everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt; who he was... sorry people.. really lazy to upload so many pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I tried again... Cause I &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate not being in control of situations&lt;/span&gt;..  (as much as I like men who are in control of things... lol. but texting and trying to mess with my head is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT OF THE QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried again.. and again (mind you.. It was 2 am and I was really frustrated as this person was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; annoying me and my curious brains just couldn't stop working and trying to figure out who it was)... I got DESPERATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for a different approach.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRIBERY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSXXDNf8I/AAAAAAAAA1o/LdkQJa1bTL4/s1600-h/P5031434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSXXDNf8I/AAAAAAAAA1o/LdkQJa1bTL4/s200/P5031434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374925610312105922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSX5A3K-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/g5wBXpmuT_c/s1600-h/P5031435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSX5A3K-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/g5wBXpmuT_c/s200/P5031435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374925619429059554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSYUtLyjI/AAAAAAAAA14/vXp98hQ7gjI/s1600-h/P5031436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSYUtLyjI/AAAAAAAAA14/vXp98hQ7gjI/s200/P5031436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374925626862717490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSZY3UXVI/AAAAAAAAA2I/PrTYxUCZNF0/s1600-h/P5031438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeSZY3UXVI/AAAAAAAAA2I/PrTYxUCZNF0/s200/P5031438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374925645158833490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeXzr2_7bI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2FktZ2UkRv0/s1600-h/P5031439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeXzr2_7bI/AAAAAAAAA3I/2FktZ2UkRv0/s200/P5031439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374931594492505522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeTHcGrI4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/iUXpvsZDFQU/s1600-h/P5031440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeTHcGrI4I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/iUXpvsZDFQU/s200/P5031440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374926436302529410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that didn't work too... He just told me this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeTsKFT_7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/SX4liKvpfBU/s1600-h/P5031425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeTsKFT_7I/AAAAAAAAA2g/SX4liKvpfBU/s200/P5031425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374927067120140210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I gave up and slept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning.. my brains were working again.. and I tried getting it out from the person again.. Don't ask me why I needed to know.. But the thought that I didn't give out my maxis number to a lot of people and I still can't narrow down to who this fella is drove me NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got really annoying cause he was playing games again. So I did this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUvRbnNBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0ZrQVWPDv3Q/s1600-h/P5031431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUvRbnNBI/AAAAAAAAA2o/0ZrQVWPDv3Q/s200/P5031431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374928220143957010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUv815HoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JDx66t30FsE/s1600-h/P5031432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUv815HoI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JDx66t30FsE/s200/P5031432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374928231796907650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he replied me with.. I could barely understand this "sleep talk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUwqBkN-I/AAAAAAAAA24/8a3jrtGDOwk/s1600-h/P5031422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUwqBkN-I/AAAAAAAAA24/8a3jrtGDOwk/s200/P5031422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374928243925465058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUxJOR0qI/AAAAAAAAA3A/_QDEhlIY7EA/s1600-h/P5031423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeUxJOR0qI/AAAAAAAAA3A/_QDEhlIY7EA/s200/P5031423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374928252300284578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured enough was enough.. so I told him to either OWN UP or don't text me anymore! yea.. up till now.. hmm bout 2 hours now.. no texts from this AMAZING person who has so much time in his hands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) I'm going to be patient and I'm going to take the high road.. So.. if YOU are the one who is playing this wonderful game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for wasting my time and money... not to mention yours.. and lastly.. I give you a very big SMILEY FACE :-) ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1337288289919707073?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1337288289919707073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1337288289919707073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1337288289919707073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1337288289919707073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/masked-avenger-texter-vs-stephanies.html' title='The masked  &lt;del&gt;avenger&lt;/del&gt; textER vs. stephanie&apos;s patience'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpeLM2PHjSI/AAAAAAAAA0g/MrXedq7ARco/s72-c/go+fug+yourself.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1893360067604498342</id><published>2009-08-26T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:11:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little "white" to my dark night... :-)</title><content type='html'>Morning people! Yesterday was terrible, I was bored and I had no mood to study... And I kept bugging people online.. nudging people... spending my minutes on facebook.. lol.. you get the picture... I get restless easily.. especially when I'm facing my HAEMATOLOGY notes.. eww man.. EWWWWWWW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went by .. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AND nothing interesting happened&lt;/span&gt;.. and suddenly.. I've got a call... to open my door.. and voila! there it was... a beautiful bouquet of white roses was before me... How thoughtful and sweet! :-) (just a note.. white roses are the most beautiful flowers on earth....lol.. my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpXpZDBB1OI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/9mfSotDmDQo/s1600-h/P5031395pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpXpZDBB1OI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/9mfSotDmDQo/s400/P5031395pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374458346852177122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpXpicV3jmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/efeNPn2uwJ8/s1600-h/P5031396pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpXpicV3jmI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/efeNPn2uwJ8/s400/P5031396pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374458508269293154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. my night got all better from then on.. and you know what..  I had a good night's sleep.. LOL.. so people.. I'm even MORE ENERGETIC today.. so get ready.. I'm going to be a little more HYPERACTIVE and TALKATIVE today.. (thought of giving you guys the heads up.. u know).. So long people... Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1893360067604498342?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1893360067604498342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1893360067604498342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1893360067604498342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1893360067604498342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-white-to-my-dark-night.html' title='A little &quot;white&quot; to my dark night... :-)'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpXpZDBB1OI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/9mfSotDmDQo/s72-c/P5031395pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5011341039781834604</id><published>2009-08-26T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T06:37:29.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>The myriad of personalities that you'll meet in life!</title><content type='html'>Hello people! I'm so bored these days I'm actually blogging again! Don't know if you'll enjoy reading my posts but I certainly enjoy writing today! lalalalal~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I figured something today...  I figured that there are 3 different categories of people that are definitely present in a person's life ... hmmm.. I wonder which do you fall into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt; : The boring people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpUyV5uZz9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/qsNTMP9SKSA/s1600-h/boring-734585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpUyV5uZz9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/qsNTMP9SKSA/s400/boring-734585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374257082190647250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people that you hang out with IF your other option is to stay home and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROT&lt;/span&gt;. Not interesting, nothing specific to talk about... and everything you talk about is just small talk.. you share &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING in COMMON&lt;/span&gt; and they're there to help you kill time. Whatever they say.. not important.. you'll probably forget what it was 3 seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;:  The fun and interesting people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpUzYdR8kXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EmmIPsDxFoI/s1600-h/446482739_3f64aa0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpUzYdR8kXI/AAAAAAAAA0A/EmmIPsDxFoI/s400/446482739_3f64aa0872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374258225606332786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people you hang out with on a daily basis! Your top ten text messages come from them.. If your phone bills came up to a staggering figure, that is probably their fault! You do lotsa crazy things together with them and you don't know what the hell would happen if they're gone... So people.. if you think you're one of them... then yes.. I appreciate you.. A LOT A LOT A LOT A LOT... and just to let you know.. I'm very bored now.. So please come and entertain your friend here... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt;: The annoying and obnoxious people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpU01_erTxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/_rQcPNlbtYw/s1600-h/bg_annoying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpU01_erTxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/_rQcPNlbtYw/s400/bg_annoying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374259832514367250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say obnoxious, I don't mean those that &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to put you down or those that make up the word &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ARSE"&lt;/span&gt;.. THose, are not people ... Those are monkeys.. So.. yea.. let's not go there... we are talking bout humans here... lol.. Obnoxious people get to you, they annoy you but it is for that reason.. that you can stir up a friendly argument... They are very useful when you want a good debate over nonsense... They are friends, never foes... But... they're sarcasm drive you nuts ... Let's just say... hmm.. they're the Sheldon of the "Big Bang Theory" and the Squidward of "Spongebob Squarepants"..   You can't live with them.. you can't live without them.. However, they're highly dispensable as they're thousands of more obnoxious people out there.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I think that's the 3 major categories of people that are present in my life right now.. Which ever you fall into.. not important... Cause no matter what... You're still a part of my life right now... muahahhahahahahah... ok.. i really should start studying and stop crapping... Love ya people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya.. just a note.. if you don't fit into any of these categories..  it's ok... lol.. maybe i have secret names for you people and I rather keep them to myself..you know.. nobody likes to read a super long post... lol.. so.. chillz k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. that's about it I guess.. peace out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5011341039781834604?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5011341039781834604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5011341039781834604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5011341039781834604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5011341039781834604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/myriad-of-personalities-that-youll-meet.html' title='The myriad of personalities that you&apos;ll meet in life!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SpUyV5uZz9I/AAAAAAAAAz4/qsNTMP9SKSA/s72-c/boring-734585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-216326974821512579</id><published>2009-08-25T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:38:44.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>falling for david choi... lol</title><content type='html'>I recently found this dude on youtube.... and I love his voice! He looks a bit stoned though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoy his music too! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5BFS3jn9Sg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5BFS3jn9Sg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-216326974821512579?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/216326974821512579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=216326974821512579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/216326974821512579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/216326974821512579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/falling-for-david-choi-lol.html' title='falling for david choi... lol'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-8779988884332951092</id><published>2009-08-23T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:37:23.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><title type='text'>MIssing my daddy... :-)</title><content type='html'>I still remember the days daddy used to sing "moon river" ... His voice still resonates in my head.. Sadly.. there's nothing i can do to hear dad one more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. daddy.. this is to you.. definitely not good as you.. but.. hey.. at least I've tried right..&lt;br /&gt;(to the faint hearted.. maybe you shouldn't listen... lol... it's my sudden gilaness that has led to this.. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jLVgWI_PBFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jLVgWI_PBFc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-8779988884332951092?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/8779988884332951092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=8779988884332951092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8779988884332951092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8779988884332951092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-my-daddy.html' title='MIssing my daddy... :-)'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5972703380575753657</id><published>2009-05-07T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:14:05.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 66: My first shopping adventure after exams!! ugh.. I mean after neurobiology...</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA... FINALLY I bought something... I am sooooo happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKYNquoA1I/AAAAAAAAAzw/NJnr-QobKD8/s1600-h/sasa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKYNquoA1I/AAAAAAAAAzw/NJnr-QobKD8/s400/sasa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332992269335659346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the chance to contribute to my country's GDP... I'm so happy *tears of joy*.. clap people .. clap for me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5972703380575753657?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5972703380575753657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5972703380575753657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5972703380575753657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5972703380575753657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-66-my-first-shopping.html' title='Project 365: Day 66: My first shopping adventure after exams!! ugh.. I mean after neurobiology...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKYNquoA1I/AAAAAAAAAzw/NJnr-QobKD8/s72-c/sasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2656223944239598562</id><published>2009-05-07T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:08:04.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomic adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 65: alien mushroom</title><content type='html'>I FINISHED MY NEUROBIOLOGY!!!! yesh!! yesh!! although I still have a paper to go.. That' s one week later punya story.. Don't care now.. Went to rock hysteria at Urbanattic with my friends.. And before that..  we had dinner at jarrod and rawlins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this is what the guys ate.. Portobello mushroom with cheese.. They gobbled it.. and I stared at it.. EWWWWWWWW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKWzrbsuaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9saky1vE3Is/s1600-h/mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKWzrbsuaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9saky1vE3Is/s400/mushroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332990723336485282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2656223944239598562?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2656223944239598562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2656223944239598562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2656223944239598562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2656223944239598562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-65-alien-mushroom.html' title='Project 365: Day 65: alien mushroom'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKWzrbsuaI/AAAAAAAAAzo/9saky1vE3Is/s72-c/mushroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1993017094665304631</id><published>2009-05-07T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:02:46.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 64: The power of Mentos!!</title><content type='html'>Haha... If you're my close friend.. You should know what mentos does to me.. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKVcS7aQyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/3o2oafGxG3I/s1600-h/mentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKVcS7aQyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/3o2oafGxG3I/s400/mentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332989222109987618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an analogy.. Me eating A mentos is equivalent to you drinking 10 cups of coffee and 5 bottles of livita.. LOL.. yup.. I go hyper and I make so much noise... and not to mention I get all fidgety..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But THAT is what I need the night before neurobiology.. I couldn't cover all my syllabus.. I had like so many more chapters and topics to cover and I only read the learning outcomes.. (which was apparently NOT enough!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is there to do.. I'm a slow studier (is there such a word?? anyway.. you get the idea) I don't know how the rest cover their stuff so fast but I definitely can't do that.. so sigh.. what is there to do.. SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1993017094665304631?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1993017094665304631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1993017094665304631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1993017094665304631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1993017094665304631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-64-power-of-mentos.html' title='Project 365: Day 64: The power of Mentos!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKVcS7aQyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/3o2oafGxG3I/s72-c/mentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5684733559720683322</id><published>2009-05-07T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:53:44.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 63 : I hate suicide bunnies!!</title><content type='html'>The actual fact is.. I love them BUT..since my neuro lecturer loves them.. (he puts it in the notes at the end of every lecture) I HATE EM... yea.. I started studying neurobiology on SUNDAY.. and my exam was on TUESDAY.. haha.. You'll see how well that went... I'm expecting a vitamin C for that paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKTYh8e4SI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Gil1y4dHZ2Q/s1600-h/bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKTYh8e4SI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Gil1y4dHZ2Q/s400/bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332986958398284066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... anyway.. Yong.. thanks for bringing them bunnies all the way from UK.. muakzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5684733559720683322?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5684733559720683322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5684733559720683322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5684733559720683322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5684733559720683322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-63-i-hate-suicide.html' title='Project 365: Day 63 : I hate suicide bunnies!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKTYh8e4SI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Gil1y4dHZ2Q/s72-c/bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7199621412914708551</id><published>2009-05-07T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:48:04.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 62: Skimmed cow</title><content type='html'>My fear of calories have totally gone off hook.. lol... I've switched all my low fat milk to skimmed milk... My friends think they taste like water.. But if there's a way I can trim the calories.. I'll DO IT!! lol.. but sadly.. they're like 2 bucks more expensive compared to my low fat milk.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKRxejr51I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/9pMrNyXZO34/s1600-h/milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKRxejr51I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/9pMrNyXZO34/s400/milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332985187962447698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my money..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7199621412914708551?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7199621412914708551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7199621412914708551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7199621412914708551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7199621412914708551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-62-skimmed-cow.html' title='Project 365: Day 62: Skimmed cow'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKRxejr51I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/9pMrNyXZO34/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-8123731280156063187</id><published>2009-05-07T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:41:20.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 61: Momma you've come home!!</title><content type='html'>My mom  just came back from her trip to Penang ... AGAIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes on road trips with her friends almost every week! I feel like a loser....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKQf4Sw1SI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2prlLB3x28I/s1600-h/yppypyp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKQf4Sw1SI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2prlLB3x28I/s400/yppypyp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332983786121516322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side.. She came back with some tambun biscuits.. Lol.. not that I really adore them.. But a souvenir to compensate for my hard work and sorrow is better than nothing at all... Sigh... STUDIES... sucks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-8123731280156063187?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/8123731280156063187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=8123731280156063187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8123731280156063187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8123731280156063187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-61-momma-youve-come.html' title='Project 365: Day 61: Momma you&apos;ve come home!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKQf4Sw1SI/AAAAAAAAAzI/2prlLB3x28I/s72-c/yppypyp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-4190191938114034270</id><published>2009-05-07T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:34:07.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 60 : Fooled by gum</title><content type='html'>When I shook the container.. It sounded really full... So I happily bought it at the price of RM7.. JUST TO realise.. that they've placed this inner plastic lid inside to compress the gum.. So when the consumers shake the containers (like me) ... It'll give an illusion of "wholesomeness" in the product...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKOwobKYfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PWOp1qwRDoU/s1600-h/trtrtr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKOwobKYfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PWOp1qwRDoU/s400/trtrtr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332981874896298482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CACAT... ok... CONNED by gum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-4190191938114034270?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/4190191938114034270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=4190191938114034270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4190191938114034270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4190191938114034270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-60-fooled-by-gum.html' title='Project 365: Day 60 : Fooled by gum'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKOwobKYfI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PWOp1qwRDoU/s72-c/trtrtr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-723563240819373873</id><published>2009-05-07T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:59:26.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 59: My mom, talking about balls..</title><content type='html'>Lol... nice title eh?&lt;br /&gt;No.. it's not what you think.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the tennis ball my mom was yapping about.. Apparently, when she went to watch George Lam at the Arena of stars, genting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKNPwKGGlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9d2KiRpRMBA/s1600-h/gttg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKNPwKGGlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9d2KiRpRMBA/s400/gttg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332980210524887634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKMvdtuSzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/bimXjzy_aTs/s1600-h/thumb-george-lam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKMvdtuSzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/bimXjzy_aTs/s400/thumb-george-lam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332979655818234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Lam threw the ball to her.. cuz she was sitting at the VVIP seat.. :-S .. what the hell.. It's not like I really recognize who the hell George Lam is (I had to google his picture).. BUT IT'S ANNOYING when your mom is going to concerts and you're sitting at home studying.. What has the world come to?? What has UTAR turned me into..*screams and run away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-723563240819373873?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/723563240819373873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=723563240819373873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/723563240819373873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/723563240819373873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-59-my-mom-is-cooler.html' title='Project 365: Day 59: My mom, talking about balls..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKNPwKGGlI/AAAAAAAAAy4/9d2KiRpRMBA/s72-c/gttg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3915923252517732949</id><published>2009-05-07T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:18:52.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 58: I love crossing out stuff in an ugly manner..</title><content type='html'>Second day of exam... Genetics.. Another word.. "Horrendous"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKK_NiLiYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3awKuNHLyco/s1600-h/P3290514lll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKK_NiLiYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3awKuNHLyco/s400/P3290514lll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332977727329503618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side... I love crossing my timetable out... lol... look at the way I did it.. You can see how much I HATE MY EXAMS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3915923252517732949?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3915923252517732949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3915923252517732949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3915923252517732949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3915923252517732949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-58-i-love-crossing-out.html' title='Project 365: Day 58: I love crossing out stuff in an ugly manner..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKK_NiLiYI/AAAAAAAAAyo/3awKuNHLyco/s72-c/P3290514lll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2166702636952139876</id><published>2009-05-07T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:12:03.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 57: The revelation of life-threatening horror...</title><content type='html'>Yup.. 27th of April is finally here... Molecular biology nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKJq4Gf98I/AAAAAAAAAyg/wKqJriLUcGI/s1600-h/P3290511qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKJq4Gf98I/AAAAAAAAAyg/wKqJriLUcGI/s400/P3290511qqq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332976278467246018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it go you ask??? haha... One word.. "horrible"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2166702636952139876?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2166702636952139876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2166702636952139876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2166702636952139876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2166702636952139876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-57-revelation-of-life.html' title='Project 365: Day 57: The revelation of life-threatening horror...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKJq4Gf98I/AAAAAAAAAyg/wKqJriLUcGI/s72-c/P3290511qqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-8984474440224978837</id><published>2009-05-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:56:29.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Projecy 365: Day 56: Publicity manager??</title><content type='html'>Yea.. I've been the publicity manager for a lot of my school events.. Sticking up posters... Making noises and bugging people.. Lol.. but doing it at the vicinity of my own home? That's the first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the kids my mom took care of are all grown up and thus, it was time for them to leave and embark on the journey of their nursery education.. lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKGCxHYaVI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dxKwnbR1Fqc/s1600-h/eer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKGCxHYaVI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dxKwnbR1Fqc/s400/eer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332972290862246226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i had to help my mom with the publicity.. hmm.. I wonder if I was convincing enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-8984474440224978837?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/8984474440224978837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=8984474440224978837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8984474440224978837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8984474440224978837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/projecy-365-day-56-publicity-manager.html' title='Projecy 365: Day 56: Publicity manager??'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKGCxHYaVI/AAAAAAAAAyY/dxKwnbR1Fqc/s72-c/eer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7320187319831399112</id><published>2009-05-06T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:48:43.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 55: The key to freedom..</title><content type='html'>Mommy came up to me one day and told me that she wants to start choosing the designs for my key OF freedom (it's a tradition thingy... when you reach 21... you get a key to show that you're all grown up... sob sob.... sob sob.. lol)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my birthday is on the 27th of October (hinting people.. those that are reading this... MY BIRTHDAY... remember it.. save it into ur phone.. mark in on ur calender.. whatever.. U make sure you remember.. LOL).. I think she figured that picky people like me would have many demands that are hard to fulfill.. So I guess she has to start early.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKENxMSQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FH01i1jzl3c/s1600-h/31vDvzmBjIL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKENxMSQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FH01i1jzl3c/s400/31vDvzmBjIL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332970280838120354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...yea... I gave her this design and hopefully.. it turns out something like that... I don't want some yellow gold flat skeleton key nonsense.. LOL.. (I'm so sorry for those that have gotten them).. but there's no way I'm carrying those around.. (I've got an exquisite sense of taste.. LOL.. *nose held high*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7320187319831399112?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7320187319831399112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7320187319831399112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7320187319831399112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7320187319831399112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-55-key-to-freedom.html' title='Project 365: Day 55: The key to freedom..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKENxMSQ6I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/FH01i1jzl3c/s72-c/31vDvzmBjIL._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7827656792263331805</id><published>2009-05-06T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:38:35.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 54: Procrastination , stopping time..</title><content type='html'>I really love this watch.. I love metal swatches.. I can't stand rubber watches.. It's just not me... but... the battery ran out a couple of months ago and as much as I want to replace the battery.. I always procrastinate in doing so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKByDMMK1I/AAAAAAAAAyI/tXaVwNCDdHw/s1600-h/rrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKByDMMK1I/AAAAAAAAAyI/tXaVwNCDdHw/s400/rrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332967605609966418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to outweigh the values.. For example.. "a great cup of fruit juice from juice works or batteries??" or... "a nice cup of earl grey or BATTERIES???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to the fact that I don't drink batteries.. I seem to buy the former and not the latter EVERY TIME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. that's it.. I'm going to STOP this and get to the nearest swatch shop to settle this.. ..................................later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7827656792263331805?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7827656792263331805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7827656792263331805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7827656792263331805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7827656792263331805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-54-procrastination.html' title='Project 365: Day 54: Procrastination , stopping time..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgKByDMMK1I/AAAAAAAAAyI/tXaVwNCDdHw/s72-c/rrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6708746720016015033</id><published>2009-05-06T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:31:51.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 53: Evil baby</title><content type='html'>He may look really innocent.. And yea.. Kinda adorable.. BUT.. when it comes to disturbing me when I'm rushing to finish up my final studies.. LOL... he can do one hell of a good job.. knocking on my door... making sad puppy eyes so I'll entertain him... lol.. How can i say no to that... I've to admit.. I've a soft spot for chubby babies.. Mommy.. You've gotta stop babysitting.. They're so bullying ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ_BkgKkSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/u3xSyIWSlKY/s1600-h/yyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ_BkgKkSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/u3xSyIWSlKY/s400/yyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332964573715271970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6708746720016015033?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6708746720016015033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6708746720016015033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6708746720016015033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6708746720016015033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-53-evil-baby.html' title='Project 365: Day 53: Evil baby'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ_BkgKkSI/AAAAAAAAAyA/u3xSyIWSlKY/s72-c/yyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6712204247574059798</id><published>2009-05-06T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:19:58.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 52 : When useful gadgets turn into metal junk</title><content type='html'>It was once my most prized possession... But when the mobo and the hard disk failed on me... I had to abandon it.. and my daily clumsiness didn't help... I tend to trip over it or kick it by accident.. and day by day.. It deteriorates..I wonder.. If it has feelings... what would it say to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ9ACymJ4I/AAAAAAAAAx4/03K8qRNPDdc/s1600-h/ttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ9ACymJ4I/AAAAAAAAAx4/03K8qRNPDdc/s400/ttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332962348462647170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But on the other hand.. If it really speaks and starts complaining.. I'll probably finish it up with a hammer.. haha.. So i guess it better keep its metal mouth shut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6712204247574059798?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6712204247574059798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6712204247574059798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6712204247574059798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6712204247574059798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-52-when-useful-gadgets.html' title='Project 365: Day 52 : When useful gadgets turn into metal junk'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ9ACymJ4I/AAAAAAAAAx4/03K8qRNPDdc/s72-c/ttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7463135497554479435</id><published>2009-05-06T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:11:11.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomic adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 51: Of expensive coffee and books..</title><content type='html'>I can NO longer stay in front of the computer during my study hours.. It's either facebook or youtube or lowyat.net..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NOTHING I can do to avoid them... I can turn the computer off... (for a while) and miraculously.. within. 15 minutes.. Some "unseen" forces will turn it right back on... It's ridiculous I say.. RIDICULOUS.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I ran to starbucks.. Which obviously.. can't be a long term plan.. Cuz I was getting broke and the calories were totally freaking me out.. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ7R6zodEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ACfOjMGRbKA/s1600-h/lalalala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ7R6zodEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ACfOjMGRbKA/s400/lalalala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332960456533898306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7463135497554479435?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7463135497554479435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7463135497554479435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7463135497554479435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7463135497554479435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-day-51-of-expensive-coffee.html' title='Project 365: Day 51: Of expensive coffee and books..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ7R6zodEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/ACfOjMGRbKA/s72-c/lalalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-9149206598048004482</id><published>2009-05-06T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:03:05.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: 50: Ice cream, my natural endorphin...</title><content type='html'>It's been eons since I last updated my blog.. and no.. I didn't give up on my project 365.. It was the exams that have lead to this prolonged hiatus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm back and I present you picture 50..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ5ZpJGueI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7tK3RutCxNk/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ5ZpJGueI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7tK3RutCxNk/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332958390207822306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a monday.. I remember.. I was all depressed and I had only ONE THING and only ONE THING in mind... I wanted a sweet treat.. So I ran downstairs and got myself a Cornetto... After eating.. I felt MUCH better.. But it was time for me to hit the books AGAIN...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-9149206598048004482?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/9149206598048004482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=9149206598048004482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/9149206598048004482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/9149206598048004482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/05/project-365-50-ice-cream-my-natural.html' title='Project 365: 50: Ice cream, my natural endorphin...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SgJ5ZpJGueI/AAAAAAAAAxo/7tK3RutCxNk/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6022637671982600925</id><published>2009-04-19T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:42:27.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 49 : Panas dan sejuk!</title><content type='html'>I don't know whether it is just me or it is really EFFING hot these days... I'm practically melting by the seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I tend to turn the air conditioner on (which I normally don't cause I get cold easily) but then... when time passes (approximately 30 minutes), I'll feel too cold.. Then I'll turn it off.. Then it's too hot.. Turn it on.. off .. on .. off.. on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came up with a solution....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SesbkAzVpuI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IPa_etloBiM/s1600-h/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SesbkAzVpuI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IPa_etloBiM/s400/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326381289800312546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wrap myself in a thick comforter in the middle of the day and I'll continue to leave that thing on.... :-S This is getting so ridiculous... Not to mention that my mom came into my room looking really puzzled..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is specially dedicated to my good friend, Yong (the hardcore environmentalist).. Please do not tell me that by turning on the air cond, I'm destroying the ozone layer, I'm warming up the planet even more... bla bla and bla.. Learnt that in Form 4 already.. NO CAN DO.. IT's REALLY SUPER PANAS THESE DAYS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6022637671982600925?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6022637671982600925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6022637671982600925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6022637671982600925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6022637671982600925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-49-panas-dan-sejuk.html' title='Project 365: Day 49 : Panas dan sejuk!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SesbkAzVpuI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IPa_etloBiM/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5835931664652658170</id><published>2009-04-19T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:15:47.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 48: I saw a rainbow in my notes..</title><content type='html'>They said there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow... But at the end of these rainbows.. I see more words.. MORE WORDS.. and tonnes of words.. what happened to the gold?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SesHOJBvcRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tdgKK3CpgnU/s1600-h/colours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SesHOJBvcRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tdgKK3CpgnU/s400/colours.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326358923818529042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to make them that colourful but... Jusco was selling a dozen of highlighters at a price of RM10! lol.. and they came in so many colours.. which totally came at the correct time as my exams are around the corner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. I've made tonnes of rainbows on my notes and hopefully, this helps me remember better!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5835931664652658170?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5835931664652658170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5835931664652658170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5835931664652658170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5835931664652658170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-48-i-saw-rainbow-in-my.html' title='Project 365: Day 48: I saw a rainbow in my notes..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SesHOJBvcRI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tdgKK3CpgnU/s72-c/colours.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7292722994024818761</id><published>2009-04-19T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:59:30.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 47:  Pinky and the brain</title><content type='html'>I'm sure all of you know what Pinky and the brain is.. A spastic mouse who has a really smart pal that tries to take over the world every night of the year!  ... haha.. ok.. that was one of my favourite toons on my oh-so-dear-telly back in the days... (secondary school days that is.. lol... yea.. I'm a bit slow.. when I was younger.. I prefer watching commercials.. lol.. don't ask me why... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Serss3yf9uI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FOrZiHbhwEw/s1600-h/2338742246_ccb4327e37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Serss3yf9uI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FOrZiHbhwEw/s400/2338742246_ccb4327e37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329764953192162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. the context of Pinky and the brain here is slightly different.. This is Pinky, and the bunny he is holding is called foo foo (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Bunny_Foo_Foo"&gt;from little bunny foo foo&lt;/a&gt;) ... and they are my study companions (thus, I'm the BRAIN... to be precise, the not so bright but absolutely exhausted brain)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SerstDh-hqI/AAAAAAAAAxM/iM1yqga8OG8/s1600-h/ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SerstDh-hqI/AAAAAAAAAxM/iM1yqga8OG8/s400/ab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326329768105117346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. They literally make me feel better when I'm all depressed looking at the huge stack of notes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post goes out to you, pinky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7292722994024818761?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7292722994024818761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7292722994024818761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7292722994024818761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7292722994024818761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-47-pinky-and-brain.html' title='Project 365: Day 47:  Pinky and the brain'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Serss3yf9uI/AAAAAAAAAxE/FOrZiHbhwEw/s72-c/2338742246_ccb4327e37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6250938659921493958</id><published>2009-04-19T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T01:11:22.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 46: I'm better than energizer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SercmbU5iJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/G49cLuojYrk/s1600-h/cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SercmbU5iJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/G49cLuojYrk/s400/cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326312062047586450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not believe this but I have the power to charge batteries with my own two hands.. LOL... well temporarily.. This happened during genetics class.. As usual... I'm too "hardworking" to copy the extra slides.. Thus, I used my camera and started snapping.. BUT to my surprise, half way snapping, my camera said "battery empty".. I was devastated... So i took out the batteries... hold them for awhile, switch the terminals. and VOILA!! I could snap another 20+ shots without a problem! so.. I'm better than energizer, I'm a human battery charging terminal! lol.. I can imagine myself making a parody of HEROES... lol.. her special power.. is so sureal... she charges camera batteries!.. LOL.. OK.. I'm clearly going crazy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6250938659921493958?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6250938659921493958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6250938659921493958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6250938659921493958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6250938659921493958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-46-im-better-than.html' title='Project 365: Day 46: I&apos;m better than energizer!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SercmbU5iJI/AAAAAAAAAw8/G49cLuojYrk/s72-c/cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-828390767228814173</id><published>2009-04-18T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:55:07.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 45: Meet Kelu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Seq6mCdDHdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ns8Ogr7Zxs0/s1600-h/P3270442a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Seq6mCdDHdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ns8Ogr7Zxs0/s400/P3270442a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326274671975538130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my pink little bat called Kelu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's listen to a few words from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mainmenu"&gt;&lt;span class="mainmenu"&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;Hi, I'm little bat "Kelu".&lt;br /&gt;Long ago, our ancestors settled in a small town. That is how the early name of Kluang (Keluang) came to be, meaning Bat. With the passing of time, our habitat shrunk and food became scarce, impelling us to explore beyond for food. Meanwhile, the remaining young and old bats untiring maintain and protect our hometown, waiting for their family kin to return from foraging.&lt;br /&gt;"Kelu"is a exemplar of the Kluang spirit. Though most youngsters of Kluang pursue better work competence in other towns, their hearts are still where their home is... with warm reunions during festive traditions. Kelu not only demonstrates the life of Kluang residents but also their love for this city, stirred from the Bat DNA in our blood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. anyway, I think the concept is a breath of fresh air.. you can look it up &lt;a href="http://pipit.cccelsius.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=1960"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to travel along with my keys till some monkey broke it.. and now Kelu resides on my desk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it is adorable? lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-828390767228814173?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/828390767228814173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=828390767228814173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/828390767228814173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/828390767228814173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-45-meet-kelu.html' title='Project 365: Day 45: Meet Kelu!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Seq6mCdDHdI/AAAAAAAAAw0/ns8Ogr7Zxs0/s72-c/P3270442a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7093057261832927800</id><published>2009-04-14T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:15:47.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 44: SPCA is definitely coming after me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVRH94subI/AAAAAAAAAws/il8idBCufXQ/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVRH94subI/AAAAAAAAAws/il8idBCufXQ/s400/d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324751331748788658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for treating them this way.. But there are just way TOO many of them.. I can't sleep with all 0f them.. Hence, when I sleep, I'll put them on the floor and when I wake up I'll put them back on the bed.. But seriously, stuffing your pets between the bed and the closet is definitely cruel *SPCA van coming to get them...RUN!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7093057261832927800?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7093057261832927800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7093057261832927800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7093057261832927800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7093057261832927800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-44-spca-is-definitely.html' title='Project 365: Day 44: SPCA is definitely coming after me'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVRH94subI/AAAAAAAAAws/il8idBCufXQ/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-179244437191149971</id><published>2009-04-14T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:14:51.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 43 : Does size really matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVKBO1-bhI/AAAAAAAAAwc/NndfPmgTlbA/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVKBO1-bhI/AAAAAAAAAwc/NndfPmgTlbA/s400/e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324743519460290066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about other men.. but the guys I hang out with think size really matters.. and to prove that they have a BIGGER.... ugh... ego.. compared to the others.. they have to display the message with a shirt.. umm.. yea.. and they said women with large headlights are bimbos..right.. men...how brilliant of them..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-179244437191149971?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/179244437191149971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=179244437191149971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/179244437191149971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/179244437191149971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-42-does-size-really.html' title='Project 365: Day 43 : Does size really matter?'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVKBO1-bhI/AAAAAAAAAwc/NndfPmgTlbA/s72-c/e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2412625147139935165</id><published>2009-04-14T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:52:48.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 42: An unexpected return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVLiAXfgzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/DPsov1-jRD8/s1600-h/f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVLiAXfgzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/DPsov1-jRD8/s400/f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324745182021649202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup.. Darren is back from Australia, it's been some time since I've last seen him... We had dinner at sushi zanmai, which I think it's an OK place to eat... :-) *they've got my seal of approval*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's nice that he took the time.. Well.. you see.. I lost contact with most of my classmates who are at the land down under or some other places around the globe... It's a pity that I'm still stuck here.. LOL.. But yea.. It's great to see someone you've not met for a long time..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2412625147139935165?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2412625147139935165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2412625147139935165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2412625147139935165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2412625147139935165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-43-unexpected-return.html' title='Project 365: Day 42: An unexpected return'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVLiAXfgzI/AAAAAAAAAwk/DPsov1-jRD8/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-4048438879096390987</id><published>2009-04-14T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:31:50.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 41: A waste of time..</title><content type='html'>Spent an hour getting down to KLCC, spent another hour scouting around hoping to get a good deal for laptops, spent an hour having dinner with my mom and spent another coming back... WASTED 4 hours of study time.. (Which I use as an excuse for my not-so-perfect results for neurobiology :-P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVGeOmBhWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1741I5B7XCo/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVGeOmBhWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1741I5B7XCo/s400/c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324739619563079010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it was not the time that I've wasted that bugged me.. It was the fact that I've gotten NOTHING out of it... I really thought I could get my laptop that day.. But ended up, the deal was NOT good, the price was NOT good, and the so called free upgrades can be obtained anywhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know why I headed down to the PC fair, stuff myself with the rest of the sardines which by the way, mostly are compu-0-nerds, those unfit and nerdy guys who spend most of their time in front of their computers, generating an unsightly bulge at the abdomen.. ewwwww.. I personally don't mind if all of them are hunks.. but then again, hunks don't really sit in front of the computer, do they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-4048438879096390987?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/4048438879096390987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=4048438879096390987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4048438879096390987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4048438879096390987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-41-waste-of-time.html' title='Project 365: Day 41: A waste of time..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVGeOmBhWI/AAAAAAAAAwU/1741I5B7XCo/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6497572878956347412</id><published>2009-04-14T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:29:18.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 40 : The power of the chicken!</title><content type='html'>It was my third test of the week; molecular biology laboratory test, after immunology on tuesday and proteins on friday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVBRi_BoXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/75Kez74GFkU/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVBRi_BoXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/75Kez74GFkU/s400/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324733904140214642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before, Paul gave me "the power of the chicken" .. Lol.. I don't know how much that thing worked.. But yea.. It's the thought that counts I guess.. Personally, I don't believe these things work on me... For a person who sleeps better after a shot of Livita, I doubt some chicken in a bottle can help wake me up... lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6497572878956347412?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6497572878956347412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6497572878956347412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6497572878956347412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6497572878956347412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-40-power-of-chicken.html' title='Project 365: Day 40 : The power of the chicken!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeVBRi_BoXI/AAAAAAAAAwM/75Kez74GFkU/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5018881306924530125</id><published>2009-04-14T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:01:12.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 39: Charitable smiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeU_ugav2wI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4I7pjyyRhQc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeU_ugav2wI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4I7pjyyRhQc/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324732202644134658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think these things are a scam.. Whereby people request for some dough in the mall, channeling funds to an old folks home..In return, they give you a sticker or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my opinion, it does not matter whether it is a scam or not.. At least.. I did my part to help.. My theory : If I don't give the fella anything, I'm definitely not helping.. but if I gave him something, there might be a chance that the cash is really going to where it is supposed to.. So... :-) why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5018881306924530125?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5018881306924530125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5018881306924530125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5018881306924530125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5018881306924530125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-39-charitable-smiley.html' title='Project 365: Day 39: Charitable smiley'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SeU_ugav2wI/AAAAAAAAAwE/4I7pjyyRhQc/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-8522513356926450614</id><published>2009-04-09T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:41:12.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 38 : Presenters turned into photo whores..</title><content type='html'>It was the time for us to present our research on posters.. WHICH costed 90 bucks! My title was MicroRNA and neurological diseases.. Sounds professional and astounding isnt' it ? Is your mouth opened?? lol.. Do i sound very smart to you??  LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the midst of waiting for my cute penguin lecturer to come evaluate my presentation and research.. *which by the way should be a time for more practise and butterflies should be flying around happily in my empty stomach* .. All of us decided to do something else... PHOTOWHORE!! lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd8UDlqBZqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/FSaTjubKj_w/s1600-h/Roland+G955a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd8UDlqBZqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/FSaTjubKj_w/s400/Roland+G955a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322995336455743138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4BacdMV3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/aNKPGZJDvy0/s1600-h/P3250284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4BacdMV3I/AAAAAAAAAvE/aNKPGZJDvy0/s400/P3250284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322693363425367922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4FrFPYU0I/AAAAAAAAAvU/dDC4qR7m8q4/s1600-h/P3250286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4FrFPYU0I/AAAAAAAAAvU/dDC4qR7m8q4/s400/P3250286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698047297704770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4Fr_gyE7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/2fsUWhcj144/s1600-h/P3250266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4Fr_gyE7I/AAAAAAAAAvk/2fsUWhcj144/s400/P3250266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698062939952050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4FsVrUBsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/blAUVDOZoO0/s1600-h/P3250277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4FsVrUBsI/AAAAAAAAAvs/blAUVDOZoO0/s400/P3250277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698068889700034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4Fric5mYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_8qorCFgWHo/s1600-h/P3250268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4Fric5mYI/AAAAAAAAAvc/_8qorCFgWHo/s400/P3250268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698055139039618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4FsVx-b-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WWFnlawBk5U/s1600-h/P3250292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4FsVx-b-I/AAAAAAAAAv0/WWFnlawBk5U/s400/P3250292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322698068917645282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and oh ya.. this is my research poster.. which by the way.. is the picture for Day 38.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4CEp9y29I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZcyZFyg7Uro/s1600-h/P3250281a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd4CEp9y29I/AAAAAAAAAvM/ZcyZFyg7Uro/s400/P3250281a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322694088606276562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-8522513356926450614?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/8522513356926450614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=8522513356926450614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8522513356926450614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8522513356926450614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-38-presenters-turned.html' title='Project 365: Day 38 : Presenters turned into photo whores..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd8UDlqBZqI/AAAAAAAAAv8/FSaTjubKj_w/s72-c/Roland+G955a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2181947405416151900</id><published>2009-04-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:58:37.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 37: The day I wished I had a monster truck..</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt that way before? Wishing that you have a truck so big that you can crush those low life forms that are blocking your way??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3-6vkf8hI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rb8FhhXryDI/s1600-h/smart_forfun2_monster_truck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3-6vkf8hI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rb8FhhXryDI/s400/smart_forfun2_monster_truck3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322690619777217042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have... after my immuno test.. I WAS DEAD TIRED... and I mean DEAD tired.. and the last thing I want to do is to be stucked in a horrendous jam.. and look what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3-EX5kJEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5KCMsxmhZdk/s1600-h/P3240253a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3-EX5kJEI/AAAAAAAAAu0/5KCMsxmhZdk/s400/P3240253a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322689685710185538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 500 meters away from home and THESE cars won't budge.. the traffic light turned green and they still won't budge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. if they allowed monster trucks on the streets of Malaysia.. haha.. YOU monkeys there watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2181947405416151900?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2181947405416151900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2181947405416151900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2181947405416151900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2181947405416151900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-37-day-i-wished-i-had.html' title='Project 365: Day 37: The day I wished I had a monster truck..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3-6vkf8hI/AAAAAAAAAu8/rb8FhhXryDI/s72-c/smart_forfun2_monster_truck3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2876035857655202654</id><published>2009-04-09T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:33:25.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 36 : I felt like a goat...BEKKK!! BEKK!!</title><content type='html'>I have never felt so tempted to eat papers before.. They looked so delicious, delectable, scrumptious, sumptuous, savoury and appetizing.. I would love to blend them and eat every piece  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd35P78Yy9I/AAAAAAAAAus/q50HcutKrWg/s1600-h/P3240252a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd35P78Yy9I/AAAAAAAAAus/q50HcutKrWg/s400/P3240252a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322684386806123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEa.. You've guessed it.. I've gone stone cold MAD... I was struggling with more than 800 slides for the test and on Monday night.. I had about say.. 365 slides more?? I really wished that I could eat my notes ... Hoping that the information will seep into my brains via my gastrointestinal tract..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's sad.. but.. what is a helpless student to do??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2876035857655202654?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2876035857655202654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2876035857655202654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2876035857655202654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2876035857655202654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-36-i-felt-like.html' title='Project 365: Day 36 : I felt like a goat...BEKKK!! BEKK!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd35P78Yy9I/AAAAAAAAAus/q50HcutKrWg/s72-c/P3240252a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2077221170295363089</id><published>2009-04-09T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:24:13.885-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 35 : I found my ella ella ella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3as1z15nI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oBUVsL0uFtw/s1600-h/P3250256a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3as1z15nI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oBUVsL0uFtw/s400/P3250256a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322650798515414642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.. I found my umbrella! lol.. this is utterly ridiculous.. I thought i lost it from the malacca trip last year.. I clearly remembered that I left it in the hotel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. maybe my umbrella has legs and it has made its way back after 3 months?? poor baby.. must be tired.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2077221170295363089?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2077221170295363089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2077221170295363089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2077221170295363089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2077221170295363089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-35-i-found-my-ella-ella.html' title='Project 365: Day 35 : I found my ella ella ella!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sd3as1z15nI/AAAAAAAAAuk/oBUVsL0uFtw/s72-c/P3250256a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-928550913904129273</id><published>2009-04-04T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:51:11.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 34 : I pay for every word I speak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddzKEdS84I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8uRcZ7UajhY/s1600-h/P3240244rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddzKEdS84I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8uRcZ7UajhY/s400/P3240244rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320848101594035074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the phone bill.. Sigh.. besides the 125 that I pay per month, I came to realise that I usually use a lil more than the quota. I, of course, am usually oblivious about the fact.. And thus, the accumulation of the bills , so and so forth.. By the 3rd or the 4th month, some operator monkey will THREATEN me , telling me to pay up or my line will be terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then I'll realise I've used my phone a tad too much.. I should really start opening letters from Digi to avoid reoccurence of this event.. It's embarrassing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-928550913904129273?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/928550913904129273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=928550913904129273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/928550913904129273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/928550913904129273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-34-i-pay-for-every-word.html' title='Project 365: Day 34 : I pay for every word I speak'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddzKEdS84I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8uRcZ7UajhY/s72-c/P3240244rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1663311229516042024</id><published>2009-04-04T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:38:38.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 33: Malaysia My car, my second home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddwiEkpB9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/EyFkr1CA0qk/s1600-h/P3240247rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddwiEkpB9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/EyFkr1CA0qk/s400/P3240247rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320845215406819282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.. everything is in my car nowadays, my flip flops, hair clips, notes, books, a pair of shorts and a T shirt.. Thus, if I wanna relax and study at places away from home (friend's place, S block of UTAR).. I can get comfy in NO time.. Talk about nerding.. SIGH...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1663311229516042024?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1663311229516042024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1663311229516042024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1663311229516042024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1663311229516042024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-33-malaysia-my-car-my.html' title='Project 365: Day 33: &lt;del&gt;Malaysia&lt;/del&gt; My car, my second home'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddwiEkpB9I/AAAAAAAAAuI/EyFkr1CA0qk/s72-c/P3240247rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-316754179918179488</id><published>2009-04-04T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:52:57.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 32 : Attack of the evil roach..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sddu39ZCHTI/AAAAAAAAAuA/EmwyMl7anHc/s1600-h/P3240248rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sddu39ZCHTI/AAAAAAAAAuA/EmwyMl7anHc/s400/P3240248rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320843392412949810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cockroaches, I detest cockroaches , I dislike cockroaches, I loathe cockroaches! you get the picture.. OMG.. last Thursday was the most horrendous day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roach came into my room.. and I jumped onto my chair.. and what's worse was that nobody else was at home to save me! I started calling paul, I called my mom, I called EVERYBODY for help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threw my books, notes, cotton boxes , lotion bottles on the floor hoping to kill it but NO.. it was faster than me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood on the chair for almost an hour till my maid came home to annihilate that evil thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid thing wasted 1 hour of my life which COULD possibly gave me more studying time for molecular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if my molecular results are worse than expected.(TOUCH WOOD). YOU KNOW WHO TO BLAME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-316754179918179488?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/316754179918179488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=316754179918179488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/316754179918179488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/316754179918179488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-32-attack-of-evil-roach.html' title='Project 365: Day 32 : Attack of the evil roach..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sddu39ZCHTI/AAAAAAAAAuA/EmwyMl7anHc/s72-c/P3240248rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-8209937114830817804</id><published>2009-04-04T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T07:18:06.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 31: Funny biscuits??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddriVa6jjI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zb3H4a_Qy_4/s1600-h/P3230240rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddriVa6jjI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zb3H4a_Qy_4/s400/P3230240rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320839722371288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from  &lt;u&gt;Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary:&lt;/u&gt;   &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt class="hwrd"&gt;Main Entry:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="hwrd"&gt;&lt;span class="variant"&gt;hi·lar·i·ous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="pron"&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="pron"&gt;       &lt;span class="pronchars"&gt;       \hi-&lt;span class="unicode"&gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;ler-ē-əs, hī-\     &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="func"&gt;Function:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="func"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="ety"&gt;Etymology:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="ety"&gt;irregular from Latin &lt;em&gt;hilarus, hilaris&lt;/em&gt; cheerful, from Greek &lt;em&gt;hilaros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt class="date"&gt;Date:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="date"&gt;circa 1840&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;   &lt;div class="defs"&gt;     &lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; marked by or causing &lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/hilarity" class="formulaic"&gt;hilarity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extremely funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get this.. Hilarious mix of biscuits???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-8209937114830817804?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/8209937114830817804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=8209937114830817804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8209937114830817804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8209937114830817804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-31-funny-biscuits.html' title='Project 365: Day 31: Funny biscuits??'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SddriVa6jjI/AAAAAAAAAt4/zb3H4a_Qy_4/s72-c/P3230240rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5776824019273669591</id><published>2009-04-04T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:05:21.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 30 : When your notes is a DIRECTORY .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sddp93zjbyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/v5-VDZWRDWI/s1600-h/P3230239rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sddp93zjbyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/v5-VDZWRDWI/s400/P3230239rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320837996434648866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. I officially HATE studying molecular biology.. The notes is simply a directory to where I should look in the TEXT BOOK.. Which by the way, is as thick as my encyclopedia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, even though the notes looks REALLY thin, it took me 5 days to study 2 chapters.. talk about having only 1 study week for all 5 subjects.. Sigh.. this really worries me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5776824019273669591?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5776824019273669591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5776824019273669591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5776824019273669591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5776824019273669591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/04/project-365-day-30-when-your-notes-is.html' title='Project 365: Day 30 : When your notes is a DIRECTORY .'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sddp93zjbyI/AAAAAAAAAtw/v5-VDZWRDWI/s72-c/P3230239rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5700290058216834393</id><published>2009-03-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:26:10.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 29: I am a hermaphrodite and I was instructed to be promiscuous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-u4Iqo0hI/AAAAAAAAAto/EbF9LTHVc20/s1600-h/P32202261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-u4Iqo0hI/AAAAAAAAAto/EbF9LTHVc20/s400/P32202261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318661964370072082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. that's what the laboratory manual says.. What to do? I have no power to fight the authority.. Let the promiscuity begin!!! WAHHAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5700290058216834393?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5700290058216834393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5700290058216834393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5700290058216834393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5700290058216834393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-29-i-am-hermaphrodite.html' title='Project 365: day 29: I am a hermaphrodite and I was instructed to be promiscuous.'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-u4Iqo0hI/AAAAAAAAAto/EbF9LTHVc20/s72-c/P32202261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-165212768606723212</id><published>2009-03-29T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T10:22:59.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 28: When soccer players play dirty..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-dIWjdRpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/SLIeMwpF5yc/s1600-h/P3210223b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-dIWjdRpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/SLIeMwpF5yc/s400/P3210223b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318642451766658706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an image that was blown up and placed on a wall of a sports store.. I guess it's time people see how some countries win their soccer games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kick in the nut sack and GOAL!!! That's a 2  to 0 .. If you get what I mean ... :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-165212768606723212?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/165212768606723212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=165212768606723212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/165212768606723212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/165212768606723212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-28-when-soccer-players-play.html' title='Project 365: Day 28: When soccer players play dirty..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-dIWjdRpI/AAAAAAAAAtg/SLIeMwpF5yc/s72-c/P3210223b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5010673844727386696</id><published>2009-03-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:06:21.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 27: Earth hour</title><content type='html'>The lights in my house were turned off.. But I wasn't going to stay at home..No way.. I don't enjoy the  darkness, I'm afraid of the dark actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-WyhYge0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rmS9cNYwSfw/s1600-h/untitleda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-WyhYge0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rmS9cNYwSfw/s400/untitleda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318635479646632770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the dark really heightens my insecurity. Not knowing what's ahead of me makes me feel helpless. I think I'm the type who needs to see a clear cut road in front of me and maybe that's the reason why I hate taking chances. I need total control of the situation and with that, I need a clear picture of what's ahead and around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. this is going way to emo.. ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to watch "Knowing" at One Utama.. And to my surprise, I met tonnes of people there.. I guess people nowadays can't survive in the absence of technology.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-aGQ_6GgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gUnvihvp1CQ/s1600-h/9287_13141576973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-aGQ_6GgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gUnvihvp1CQ/s400/9287_13141576973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318639117380753922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. by the way, knowing is a good movie.. it's grade A1 man, MIND BLASTING! It didn't blow my mind, it BLASTED my mind.. LOL(watch russell peters; red white and brown, if you don't know why I'm speaking like that)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5010673844727386696?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5010673844727386696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5010673844727386696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5010673844727386696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5010673844727386696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-27-earth-hour.html' title='Project 365: Day 27: Earth hour'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc-WyhYge0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rmS9cNYwSfw/s72-c/untitleda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7297495315833500606</id><published>2009-03-27T22:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:21:47.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 26: Nightmare before christmas genetics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2x1Gk5IXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/K--LEDfxyaY/s1600-h/P3210208a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2x1Gk5IXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/K--LEDfxyaY/s400/P3210208a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318102260850958706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest the fact that my room is all cluttered and unkempt..  but to be truthful, there is really nothing much I can do... books, printed notes, written notes, sample questions... I can't put them all on top of my head can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7297495315833500606?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7297495315833500606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7297495315833500606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7297495315833500606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7297495315833500606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-26-nightmare-before.html' title='Project 365: day 26: Nightmare before &lt;del&gt;christmas&lt;/del&gt; genetics'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2x1Gk5IXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/K--LEDfxyaY/s72-c/P3210208a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3320348227340981971</id><published>2009-03-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:19:44.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UTAR blues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 25 : Flabbergasted</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe the schedule I have ahead of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2vRTyEgoI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AOcI2fUvQ3U/s1600-h/P3210206a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2vRTyEgoI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AOcI2fUvQ3U/s400/P3210206a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318099446897345154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to be real tired by the time I'm done with week 14.. But wait.. isn't study week on week 15 ?? Looks like I do not have the prerogative to feel tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UTAR.. violating human rights..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3320348227340981971?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3320348227340981971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3320348227340981971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3320348227340981971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3320348227340981971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-25-flabbergasted.html' title='Project 365: day 25 : Flabbergasted'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2vRTyEgoI/AAAAAAAAAtA/AOcI2fUvQ3U/s72-c/P3210206a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3992138374056997012</id><published>2009-03-27T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:58:10.635-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 24: I'm like a criminal on death row, counting the days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2sSmnqJBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KnUDk9MY5BU/s1600-h/P3210205a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2sSmnqJBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KnUDk9MY5BU/s400/P3210205a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318096170598933522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I took a glance at my notice board and to my surprise, I was already half way through the 11th week of my semester.. That made my skin crawl.. week 12, week 13, week 14 .. STUDY week.. and then EXAMS..  I still don't feel prepared for the semester.. It doesn't feel like there's anything in my brains.. I don't know nuts about immunology.. Genetics and protein and proteomics.. hmm.. don't seem to bad.. molecular biology.. i really don't know what I know.. and neurobiology?? other than the suicide bunny he shows after every lecture.. I think I caught nothing from him.. Sigh.. I know I'm heading to deathville.. Just counting the days..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3992138374056997012?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3992138374056997012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3992138374056997012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3992138374056997012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3992138374056997012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-24-im-like-criminal-on.html' title='Project 365: day 24: I&apos;m like a criminal on death row, counting the days..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2sSmnqJBI/AAAAAAAAAs4/KnUDk9MY5BU/s72-c/P3210205a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3375108210356898836</id><published>2009-03-27T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:43:11.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 23: When a product simply doesn't deliver what it promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2pKYqxeuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/W6wxpIiG5io/s1600-h/P3210204a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2pKYqxeuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/W6wxpIiG5io/s400/P3210204a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318092730880064226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Immunology Laboratory test on Tuesday.. I had to continue studying for my genetics test which falls on Saturday (today).. So. i  had a can of REVIVE to "bring me back from the dead".. Well it didn't help.. I fell asleep on my books.. What the hell?? So much for getting "REVIVED".. :-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3375108210356898836?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3375108210356898836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3375108210356898836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3375108210356898836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3375108210356898836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-23-when-product-simply.html' title='Project 365: day 23: When a product simply doesn&apos;t deliver what it promises'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2pKYqxeuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/W6wxpIiG5io/s72-c/P3210204a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2924297314132354175</id><published>2009-03-27T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:26:52.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 22:  embracing colours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2lNv-2bfI/AAAAAAAAAso/FHu7yxALyS8/s1600-h/P3210203a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2lNv-2bfI/AAAAAAAAAso/FHu7yxALyS8/s400/P3210203a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318088390631386610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if colours can help me remember better.. I hope they do... yea.. they better help me.. or they'll go in the trash..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2924297314132354175?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2924297314132354175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2924297314132354175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2924297314132354175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2924297314132354175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-22-embracing-colours.html' title='Project 365: day 22:  embracing colours'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sc2lNv-2bfI/AAAAAAAAAso/FHu7yxALyS8/s72-c/P3210203a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5695714016709402033</id><published>2009-03-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:29:20.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 21: sharing the wealth</title><content type='html'>"We may not be as rich as Bill Gates but we have enough to share", that is what daddy used to say..It's been years since I heard his voice but his advice still resonates in my mind and from there, I take it as a principle of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the reason that made me sign up as an organ donor.. and that's the reason why I donate blood although I'm a needle-o-phobic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on Sunday, my mom and I have done a little extra... We've delivered 44 packs of chicken rice to an old folks home called "Rumah Kasih".. Well.. to me.. there really isn't much "kasih" there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Scbyj_1NbwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WQ_SGuSbXH4/s1600-h/P3200202bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Scbyj_1NbwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WQ_SGuSbXH4/s400/P3200202bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316203110401404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 old folks are packed into a room no bigger than the size of one and a half basketball courts.. For the utarians.. I say that it is no bigger that 2 tutorial rooms.. These old folks are mostly infirmed and they do not receive proper medical treatment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's not the worst part .. the old folks home is situated above a funeral parlour, in the middle of a cemetery..what a horrible place to put them.. But yet, what choice do they have.. Most of them who are there are abandoned by their family members when they were sent to Hospital Kuala Lumpur.. Sigh.. talking about them makes my heart break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet.. when they saw the food we've delivered to them, smiles lit up their wrinkled faces. I guess it has been some time since they've tasted meat.. All I saw that was available there was canned food, canned food and instant noodles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing their tears of joy made me feel really bad about myself.. I've been lamenting and ranting over my so called "HUGE PROBLEMS" and "ILL FATE" when these people do not have a proper shelther above their heads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My BIGGEST problem to date is to maintain my scholarship and get a first class honours when these people do not have proper food on the table..I felt so small.. I felt ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people could barely walk. I on the other hand, am running on the treadmill with the luxury of my gym subscription...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty for the way I acted.. I've placed myself at the center of the earth and I only saw MY problems.. Maybe it's time to look around, and observe what agony other people are going through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be very wealthy, I may not have the ability to purchase my oh-so-dear louis vuitton bag, I may not be in the Ivy League, I may not be able to fly to Milan to do my shopping but at least, I have a shelter over my head and I have food on the table.. what's more to complain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5695714016709402033?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5695714016709402033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5695714016709402033&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5695714016709402033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5695714016709402033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-21-sharing-wealth.html' title='Project 365: day 21: sharing the wealth'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Scbyj_1NbwI/AAAAAAAAAsg/WQ_SGuSbXH4/s72-c/P3200202bb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3261244603349163503</id><published>2009-03-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:19:48.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gastronomic adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: day 20: Leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>Yea.. I really wish that I could fly away.. run away from all my troubles and stress at this moment.. but no.. reality is rather harsh on me this time around.. so.. yea.. the only thing I could do is breakaway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUTPVNjovI/AAAAAAAAAsY/thuYPOILrig/s1600-h/P3190196copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUTPVNjovI/AAAAAAAAAsY/thuYPOILrig/s320/P3190196copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315676089293710066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and enjoying my gastronomic adventure from a plane is a good start.. I think.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3261244603349163503?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3261244603349163503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3261244603349163503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3261244603349163503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3261244603349163503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-20-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='project 365: day 20: Leaving on a jet plane!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUTPVNjovI/AAAAAAAAAsY/thuYPOILrig/s72-c/P3190196copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-751882543112449145</id><published>2009-03-21T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:13:35.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: day 19: after proteomics.. here comes genetics</title><content type='html'>Just finished my proteomics test on friday.. and see. I'm studying again.. for the genetics test next saturday.. but oh.. I shouldn't forget.. I have an immunology lab test at 9.30 am on this coming tuesday.. have I touched that yet?.. I'm afraid not.. why?? cause I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME!! sigh.. I'm so sick of this..  I've gotta constantly remind myself.. I'm tough.. I'm tough.. I can do this.. I can do this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUR8Ad9DxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dKimNfyW1eU/s1600-h/P3190197copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUR8Ad9DxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dKimNfyW1eU/s320/P3190197copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315674657796198162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-751882543112449145?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/751882543112449145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=751882543112449145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/751882543112449145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/751882543112449145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-19-after-proteomics.html' title='Project 365: day 19: after proteomics.. here comes genetics'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUR8Ad9DxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/dKimNfyW1eU/s72-c/P3190197copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2009067119902579005</id><published>2009-03-21T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:23:09.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: day 18: failing to plan is planning to fail!</title><content type='html'>I know what you think when you see that tag line.. you think.. well.. a person who fails to plan his time is planning to fail in whatever he is doing.. BUT NO.. that is not the context I am referring to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUOUHgJtuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pBRk97K-P_I/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUOUHgJtuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pBRk97K-P_I/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315670673954813666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molecular biology, genetics and immunology are all 4 credit hour papers... THEY CARRY THE MOST WEIGHT... and look.. how happy.. they are all placed on consecutive days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And .. we have to wait a week for neurobiology, a 3 credit hour paper, and another week for protein and proteomics, a 2 credit hour paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna know.. WHAT THE HELL is wrong with the management??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have 9 days (inclusive of weekends) of study break.. and we have 3 consecutive 4 credit hour papers.. DO THEY HAVE NO SENSE OF TIME? do they not understand what that means to us students?? It is technically impossible to stuff 14 weeks of syllabus in 9 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biomedical students have assignments to hand up on week 13, 2 weeks before the study week and we have a neurobiology test on week 14.. and week 15 is the study week! how can we complete our revision in time? this is ridiculous.. we have gone to the management, filed a complain.. signed petitions.. and did everything we could.. and hopefully.. they will come up with something better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not want to do badly not because I'm dumb or something but it is due to the fact that I don't have sufficient  amount of time to do my revision..This is so ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the management failed in planning a REASONABLE examination timetable and therefore, they are planning to cause all of us to FAIL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2009067119902579005?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2009067119902579005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2009067119902579005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2009067119902579005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2009067119902579005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-18-failing-to-plan-is.html' title='project 365: day 18: failing to plan is planning to fail!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScUOUHgJtuI/AAAAAAAAAsI/pBRk97K-P_I/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5895981178109785525</id><published>2009-03-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:45:32.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='white lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: day 17:  studying with food!</title><content type='html'>haha... this may sound absurd but UTAR actually provides light refreshment for their students before the lecture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. given the amount of stress they've put on us.. I think some brain food won't harm .. lol... just look at my dear pals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sipping coffee and eating sandwiches... how amazing.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScULUkvCWKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1EC3Zc-FHMw/s1600-h/P3170187copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScULUkvCWKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1EC3Zc-FHMw/s320/P3170187copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315667383266990242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5895981178109785525?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5895981178109785525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5895981178109785525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5895981178109785525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5895981178109785525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-17-studying-with-food.html' title='project 365: day 17:  studying with food!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScULUkvCWKI/AAAAAAAAAsA/1EC3Zc-FHMw/s72-c/P3170187copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-58884118423779153</id><published>2009-03-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:08:39.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: day 16 : using the posession of others..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScByCsFw--I/AAAAAAAAAr4/DiNlu4KxOy8/s1600-h/P3170172copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScByCsFw--I/AAAAAAAAAr4/DiNlu4KxOy8/s320/P3170172copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314372950817831906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted.. my hard disk really died.. not only that.. my mobo died too.. so.. I had to use Paul's extra pc for the moment.. and maybe use the parts of his com to do an "organ transplant".. I'm glad he agreed to it.. but ultimately.. this doesn't feel right.. it's his computer and I'm harvesting the parts.. I feel like some criminal doing a black market, underground organ harvesting trade .. or whatever you call it.. but yea.. i really don't wanna spend so much on my desktop no more.. I've just spent 350 fixing it less than 2 months ago... So .. yea.. planning to buy a laptop soon.. so i can have a dying desktop and a laptop.. at least I can use the other if either one of them dies AGAIN.. sigh.. BAD LUCK.. once more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-58884118423779153?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/58884118423779153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=58884118423779153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/58884118423779153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/58884118423779153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-16-using-posession-of.html' title='project 365: day 16 : using the posession of others..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScByCsFw--I/AAAAAAAAAr4/DiNlu4KxOy8/s72-c/P3170172copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5232932957324851644</id><published>2009-03-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:49:36.332-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: day 15: i'll buy you hangers so u can buy more clothes!</title><content type='html'>:-) .. I've been quite moody these days due to my computer trouble.. so.. Paul.. got me hangers.. lol... ridiculous, you might think... but .. to me.. it's a form of encouragement.. lol.. with 2 dozen of these hangers.. i can buy 2 dozen of clothes to occupy them! lol.. I'm born to use my resources optimally..  I'm absurd.. I know I know.. but hey.. at least he tried.. what did you do to make me feel better? see.. that proves it.. you monkeys.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScBu-joKTaI/AAAAAAAAArw/A9sRTsiO1Cw/s1600-h/P3160171copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScBu-joKTaI/AAAAAAAAArw/A9sRTsiO1Cw/s320/P3160171copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314369581291818402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5232932957324851644?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5232932957324851644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5232932957324851644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5232932957324851644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5232932957324851644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-15-ill-buy-you-hangers.html' title='project 365: day 15: i&apos;ll buy you hangers so u can buy more clothes!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/ScBu-joKTaI/AAAAAAAAArw/A9sRTsiO1Cw/s72-c/P3160171copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-4413537190657283461</id><published>2009-03-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:20:37.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ill fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 14:  ILL fate</title><content type='html'>Once again, my computer has succumbed to some deadly disease.. This time, it involves my hard disk.. So.. there might be a chance that I lose all my DOCUMENTS ( thank god some of my reports and my neurobiology assignment is in my thumbdrive) , my precious MUSIC COLLECTION, my MOVIES, STANDUP COMEDIES, PICTURES, you name it.. sigh... but i won't give up just yet. I will head down to computer wars.. hopefully.. they can help me.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have to complete my molecular report at Paul's place.. and trust me.. his place is a bigger mess than mine.. just look at this... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb22un6pA0I/AAAAAAAAAro/aP5bF1Obmeo/s1600-h/P3160168+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb22un6pA0I/AAAAAAAAAro/aP5bF1Obmeo/s320/P3160168+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313604047472231234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-4413537190657283461?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/4413537190657283461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=4413537190657283461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4413537190657283461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4413537190657283461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-14-ill-fate.html' title='Project 365: Day 14:  ILL fate'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb22un6pA0I/AAAAAAAAAro/aP5bF1Obmeo/s72-c/P3160168+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-202522719959816898</id><published>2009-03-15T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:06:34.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 13: grandma, we love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb2z4NFCahI/AAAAAAAAArg/3XLyvVFvIUI/s1600-h/P3140157+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb2z4NFCahI/AAAAAAAAArg/3XLyvVFvIUI/s320/P3140157+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313600913531890194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th of March: My granny's birthday celebration.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something.. she's 80 this year! although she has a little trouble walking but other than that, she is perfectly healthy.. We absolutely adore her.. thus, on her birthday, we had a huge celebration..  relatives and family friends came to share the joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. how I love to see her face lit up when she saw the people that was there to celebrate her birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny, we love you!! May god bless you with longevity and good health ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-202522719959816898?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/202522719959816898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=202522719959816898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/202522719959816898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/202522719959816898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-13-grandma-we-love-you.html' title='Project 365: Day 13: grandma, we love you!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb2z4NFCahI/AAAAAAAAArg/3XLyvVFvIUI/s72-c/P3140157+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-118212726370984827</id><published>2009-03-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:03:09.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='folly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365; Day 12: The day I took my doggie home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb2wL6hju6I/AAAAAAAAArY/hX_e0KOByz8/s1600-h/P3160169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb2wL6hju6I/AAAAAAAAArY/hX_e0KOByz8/s320/P3160169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313596854102113186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. This is pretty random... despite the recession, financial troubles, money problems, the deficit in monetary funds, whatever... I came to realise that I still spend my money like a nitwit.. I saw this huge ass keychain at lovely lace.. I don't need it.. but I bought it.. lol... how ridiculous of me.. now that.. I hang it on my HUGE roxy pencil bag.. I feel pretty ridculous... I already have the biggest pencil case among.. say.. EVERYBODY... In addition to that.. I've placed a keychain that is just as large! lol.. absurd.. totally absurd..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-118212726370984827?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/118212726370984827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=118212726370984827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/118212726370984827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/118212726370984827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-12-day-i-took-my-doggie.html' title='Project 365; Day 12: The day I took my doggie home'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sb2wL6hju6I/AAAAAAAAArY/hX_e0KOByz8/s72-c/P3160169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-224538490316609556</id><published>2009-03-12T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:45:16.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>Project 365: Day 11: SASA.. ur prizes make me DROOL!!!</title><content type='html'>SASA is giving out a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; car, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;laptop, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; camera , a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; phone and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;ipod nano in conjunction with its 31st anniversary celebration! all you have to do is spend RM131 in a single receipt... Oh.. god.. why am I so broke.. How I wish I could enter the contest and win all these prizes! ONE BY ONE!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbktuTPacfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/qf-o6uzmZ0Y/s1600-h/P3120140+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbktuTPacfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/qf-o6uzmZ0Y/s320/P3120140+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312327508922364402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-224538490316609556?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/224538490316609556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=224538490316609556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/224538490316609556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/224538490316609556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-11-sasa-ur-prizes-make.html' title='Project 365: Day 11: SASA.. ur prizes make me DROOL!!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbktuTPacfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/qf-o6uzmZ0Y/s72-c/P3120140+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3710209826808727317</id><published>2009-03-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:43:23.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: day 10: oh doctor house, I'm so in love with you!</title><content type='html'>Finally, chia has handed over his dvd box set for doctor HOUSE... I've been longing to watch it for ages! .. HAHA... can't wait to finish the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbkrYqHw2ZI/AAAAAAAAArI/rEMBsnbPF8Q/s1600-h/P3120139+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbkrYqHw2ZI/AAAAAAAAArI/rEMBsnbPF8Q/s320/P3120139+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312324938083916178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3710209826808727317?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3710209826808727317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3710209826808727317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3710209826808727317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3710209826808727317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-9-oh-doctor-house-im-so.html' title='project 365: day 10: oh doctor house, I&apos;m so in love with you!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbkrYqHw2ZI/AAAAAAAAArI/rEMBsnbPF8Q/s72-c/P3120139+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-4321448323698985199</id><published>2009-03-10T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:52:16.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>project 365: Day 9: the gift of life</title><content type='html'>Donated blood for the second time at SUNWAY MED today! So.. I've given life to somebody once more! Haha... I feel so noble..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbaL-YhKHvI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ohd48sFHEH8/s1600-h/P3100138+copy1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbaL-YhKHvI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ohd48sFHEH8/s320/P3100138+copy1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586714379755250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-4321448323698985199?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/4321448323698985199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=4321448323698985199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4321448323698985199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4321448323698985199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-8-gift-of-life.html' title='project 365: Day 9: the gift of life'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbaL-YhKHvI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ohd48sFHEH8/s72-c/P3100138+copy1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7847915039360909939</id><published>2009-03-09T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:26:43.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='365'/><title type='text'>project 365: Day 8: Happy birthday! to my annoyed nephew! lol!</title><content type='html'>Had so much going on today.. HAd to rush here.. HAd to rush there... ended up... I was late for my nephew's birthday celebration.. yea.. look at the annoyed face that I got from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbU0qGHwt8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8SZek9bUgYQ/s1600-h/P3090133+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbU0qGHwt8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8SZek9bUgYQ/s320/P3090133+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311209233355683778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. I even forgot about the cake.. I apologize sincerely..Oh my dear nephew.. I wish you a happy 11th birthday! :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7847915039360909939?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7847915039360909939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7847915039360909939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7847915039360909939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7847915039360909939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-8-happy-birthday-to-my.html' title='project 365: Day 8: Happy birthday! to my annoyed nephew! lol!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbU0qGHwt8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/8SZek9bUgYQ/s72-c/P3090133+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-817345390474887235</id><published>2009-03-08T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:01:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 : Day 7: Prosperity bull in an empty mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbSGf3qd6TI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DXxPvYnki4s/s1600-h/P3080128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbSGf3qd6TI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DXxPvYnki4s/s320/P3080128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311017742652795186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Times Square, Penang .... Unbelievable... they had a grand opening BUT there are only two shops in the entire mall! A restaurant and a cafe.. lol.. they're better off calling it TIMES FOOD COURT! lol.. anyway.. the only thing that intrigued me about this newly opened mall is the prosperity bull... made of styrofoam... pretty cool..so yup! that fulfills the requirement of becoming my picture of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-817345390474887235?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/817345390474887235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=817345390474887235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/817345390474887235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/817345390474887235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-7-prosperity-bull-in.html' title='Project 365 : Day 7: Prosperity bull in an empty mall'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbSGf3qd6TI/AAAAAAAAAqw/DXxPvYnki4s/s72-c/P3080128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2949113792707942723</id><published>2009-03-07T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:11:44.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 : DAy 6 :  DIY - closet from ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbIr-PX3vDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/54NRQt_YGSs/s1600-h/P3070117+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbIr-PX3vDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/54NRQt_YGSs/s320/P3070117+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310355258901773362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul and I assembled the closet i bought from IKEA.. IT TOOK FOREVER.. and the mess .. was BEYOND TOLERABLE... lol.. but all is well now.. now that I have more closet space.. commence shopping!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2949113792707942723?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2949113792707942723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2949113792707942723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2949113792707942723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2949113792707942723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-6-diy-closet-from-ikea.html' title='Project 365 : DAy 6 :  DIY - closet from ikea'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbIr-PX3vDI/AAAAAAAAAqg/54NRQt_YGSs/s72-c/P3070117+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3147032346342637793</id><published>2009-03-06T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:04:42.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>project 365: day 5: whose leg is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbIqJ9SAhSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/q0ArLZqUcjI/s1600-h/P3060094+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbIqJ9SAhSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/q0ArLZqUcjI/s320/P3060094+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310353261180519714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hairy, it's disgusting.. it looks like a balding gorilla... can you figure out who that is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3147032346342637793?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3147032346342637793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3147032346342637793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3147032346342637793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3147032346342637793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-5-whose-leg-is-this.html' title='project 365: day 5: whose leg is this?'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SbIqJ9SAhSI/AAAAAAAAAqY/q0ArLZqUcjI/s72-c/P3060094+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-4167234900228042262</id><published>2009-03-05T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:19:18.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365: DAy 4: oh, my precious pillow.. how i miss you!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, NO MORE TESTS for a week... next week , it's all about reports.. NO MORE TESTS!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! not until the week after at least :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. last night I slept for about an HOUR... that's it.. AND then IT WAS IMMUNOLOGY IMMUNOLOGY and IMMUNOLOGY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa_elwDtfYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Quz2fXJBJCc/s1600-h/P3050091+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa_elwDtfYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Quz2fXJBJCc/s320/P3050091+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309707225830096258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home about 1 today.. i had a 6 hours nap.. missed the gym.. (which i have to compensate tomorrow.. :-S) but.. my goodness...you have NO idea how much I missed my pillow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-4167234900228042262?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/4167234900228042262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=4167234900228042262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4167234900228042262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/4167234900228042262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-precious-pillow-how-i-miss-you.html' title='Project 365: DAy 4: oh, my precious pillow.. how i miss you!!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa_elwDtfYI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Quz2fXJBJCc/s72-c/P3050091+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-5650122072787908130</id><published>2009-03-03T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:25:02.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365 day 3 : stronger than chun li !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa30KlaGZ4I/AAAAAAAAApY/6830Y4CSYOQ/s1600-h/P3040090+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa30KlaGZ4I/AAAAAAAAApY/6830Y4CSYOQ/s320/P3040090+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309167998417135490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym to release some stress... haha.. look what happened to the punching bag... so people.. don't mess with me these days! or you'll end up like the punching bag! HAIYAKKKKKKKKK !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-5650122072787908130?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/5650122072787908130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=5650122072787908130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5650122072787908130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/5650122072787908130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-3-stronger-than-chun-li.html' title='Project 365 day 3 : stronger than chun li !!!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa30KlaGZ4I/AAAAAAAAApY/6830Y4CSYOQ/s72-c/P3040090+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-961252009327396264</id><published>2009-03-03T02:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:48:06.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>project 365: Day 2 : meals on wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa0KlT2IJOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0eZusckCfbk/s1600-h/P3030087+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa0KlT2IJOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0eZusckCfbk/s320/P3030087+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308911171838420194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd photo of project 365.. was tired of food at the cafeteria...it was either chicken rice or mixed rice.. chicken rice or mixed rice.. AHHH!!! so.. i brought food from home and ate in the car.. meals on wheels.. literally.. lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-961252009327396264?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/961252009327396264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=961252009327396264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/961252009327396264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/961252009327396264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365-day-2-meals-on-wheels.html' title='project 365: Day 2 : meals on wheels'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/Sa0KlT2IJOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0eZusckCfbk/s72-c/P3030087+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-3822299964574148750</id><published>2009-03-01T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:19:38.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 365</title><content type='html'>I've got an invitation for project 365! haha.. here's the deal.. i have to take 1 picture a day till the end of the year.. :-) since I've just gotten my 10 megapixel olympus camera.. haha.. i figured.. why not?? so.. here's my first picture..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SatsFXWoBAI/AAAAAAAAApA/NX7KJas9n_k/s1600-h/P3020067+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SatsFXWoBAI/AAAAAAAAApA/NX7KJas9n_k/s320/P3020067+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308455425210319874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first photo of project 365.. well.. it's the year of the cow... i had food poisoning cuz of some cow... what better way to represent this ox-ilicious year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-3822299964574148750?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/3822299964574148750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=3822299964574148750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3822299964574148750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/3822299964574148750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/03/project-365.html' title='Project 365'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SatsFXWoBAI/AAAAAAAAApA/NX7KJas9n_k/s72-c/P3020067+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-8441445924148131270</id><published>2009-02-09T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:06:43.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events...</title><content type='html'>Life is NOT good these days... Or rather.. I am quite unfortunate these days.. whatever I do seems to backfire and emotionally... I think I'm getting a lil depressed.. so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My phone died .. so i am now using my mom's phone.. and it's a terrible nokia phone.. People can't seem to hear me when I call them.. so.. yea.. terrible..&lt;br /&gt;2. The coating of my specs came off.. So I had to spend 400 bucks getting a new one..&lt;br /&gt;3. I am not attending UTAR ball because I don't wanna spend no more on clutches, shoes , hair, bla and bla.. Thus, my partner to the ball is hanging.. I feel bad.. but choices.. I don't have..&lt;br /&gt;4. I was struck with terrible migraine, fever, backpain, and food poisoning all on the same week.. and this morning.. I woke up at 5 am shivering.. was having fever again..&lt;br /&gt;5. I thought I could relieve some stress by clubbing on Sunday.. ended up.. Euphoria was closed.. headed to Barcelona.. Lousy music..lousy people.. Friends came late... and I dropped 50 bucks by accident..&lt;br /&gt;6. The academic syllabus are getting tougher by the day and I really cannot cope with the speed of the lecturers..&lt;br /&gt;7. I got emotional and I annoyed some of the people around me and lotsa arguments have been coming up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. in conclusion.. whether it's financials, health, emotions, studies or my social networks.. nothing seems to be going right... I hope this phase will end soon.. I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-8441445924148131270?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/8441445924148131270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=8441445924148131270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8441445924148131270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/8441445924148131270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/02/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a series of unfortunate events...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-1018791797624201579</id><published>2009-01-03T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T08:09:04.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the perfect way to get rid of year 2008!</title><content type='html'>31st december 2008... Nothing much happened until 12 am actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed down to the putrajaya bridge just to realise that there was  no fireworks display there.. So myself.. along with 8 other girls posed in a "9 butts photo shoot" in conjunction with year 2009.. lol.. If I get the picture.. I'll post it up.. I think one of the dude has it.. lol.. Totally donkeyish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back to cyber.. we had to give evonne a surprise.. it was her birthday.. so as usual.. we did the "smash the cake in her face" thing.. then.. it turned brutal... scary brutal.. We had some kind of crazy cake fight.. then it came to the beer.. then water..  I was happily running , all clean and dry until some dude trapped me and they all gave me this great big bear hug.. and thus.. I was drenched, messed up and yea.. it was BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard was totally wet and he had to get some clothes from the guys.. which yea.. totally ignored him.. so this is what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SV-J5mDzgkI/AAAAAAAAAls/fbIM3EQniV4/s1600-h/SP_A0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SV-J5mDzgkI/AAAAAAAAAls/fbIM3EQniV4/s320/SP_A0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287096110118306370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I .. the nice person lent him my skirt.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. back to the games.. we played some drinking games.. which obviously involved mixing liquor with other weird liquids.. yea.. hershey's syrup .. don't mess with them.. made everything tasted .. EWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. we played the "pass the banana with your mouth" game.. yea.. Tsing Yoong ended up kissing William.. :-P .. And yea.. then it went on to pass the cheesels.. which was even smaller.. lol.. pity the fella.. had to eat this soggy, wet, thingy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games that involved eating banana dipped with chilli which by the way.. tasted ok.. for a while at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.. It was truth or dare.. I had to lick someone's face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fella (identity hidden for privacy purposes) had to bite another dude's nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SV-MF0dxUCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/zFNSFGJKjyY/s1600-h/SP_A0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SV-MF0dxUCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/zFNSFGJKjyY/s320/SP_A0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287098519166996514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some butt sniffing was involved.. face painting.. armpit kissing.. and yea.. loads of revolting stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea.. went back home at 9 am.. Some memorable way to end 2008.. a year with many changes.. I had the saddest moments.. and now.. I'm just pure happy!... well.. at least before the sem starts.. sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-1018791797624201579?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/1018791797624201579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=1018791797624201579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1018791797624201579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/1018791797624201579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2009/01/perfect-way-to-get-rid-of-year-2008.html' title='the perfect way to get rid of year 2008!'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SV-J5mDzgkI/AAAAAAAAAls/fbIM3EQniV4/s72-c/SP_A0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6818005398831511860</id><published>2008-12-13T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:27:52.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress of my dreams...</title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to blog about my second day at malacca and my 15 hour night shift at the hospital BUT... there's something I really want to pour my heart out about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's TRAGIC!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see.. UTAR ball is coming up and I still have not found a nice dress... *yelps!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what.. I FOUND 2 today!! here's the catch.. they're in Parkson PAVILION ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgweyHfvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/TzqX6zE-_uQ/s1600-h/SPM_A0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgweyHfvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/TzqX6zE-_uQ/s320/SPM_A0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279310311709966066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is RM700!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgwg5KeBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yBLKeRoXt_4/s1600-h/SPM_A0404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgwg5KeBI/AAAAAAAAAlU/yBLKeRoXt_4/s320/SPM_A0404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279310312276391954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one... NOT BAD ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgwxMFhvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/3Gc49yQg3jk/s1600-h/SPM_A0401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgwxMFhvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/3Gc49yQg3jk/s320/SPM_A0401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279310316650727154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgxGFa1SI/AAAAAAAAAlk/o7nq6F8ZGWI/s1600-h/SPM_A0402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgxGFa1SI/AAAAAAAAAlk/o7nq6F8ZGWI/s320/SPM_A0402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279310322259907874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM700++ TOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.. so I didn't get to buy either one.. I've been searching for a long time for dresses like that.. but.. why can't I be a tad richer?? AHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6818005398831511860?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6818005398831511860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6818005398831511860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6818005398831511860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6818005398831511860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2008/12/dress-of-my-dreams.html' title='Dress of my dreams...'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SUPgweyHfvI/AAAAAAAAAlM/TzqX6zE-_uQ/s72-c/SPM_A0400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-6029946807073816479</id><published>2008-11-30T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:44:19.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one in the historic city of malacca..</title><content type='html'>I had a 2 day 1 night trip to malacca.. and it was SPLENDID!! So watch out people.. this  post is going to be a long one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grab our breakfast in subang before we headed off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN-TqouqiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Jgb95qJKNRs/s1600-h/SP_A0634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN-TqouqiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Jgb95qJKNRs/s320/SP_A0634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274698464908716578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place we were supposed to go was called.. THE HAPPY LAND ( the one depicted here).. yea.. but yea.. it was packed.. so we went to the opposite dim sum restaurant instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. we had like a 2 hour car trip to Malacca!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to find a hotel called Hallmark (some 2 star budget hotel thingy) but it was full.. so we started scavenging around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we finally settled with This..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN_XYGOrMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GhWw6C8uvsg/s1600-h/SP_A0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN_XYGOrMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GhWw6C8uvsg/s320/SP_A0639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699628163280066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which was next to this really "funky" hotel.. it looked interesting.. but.. yea.. way too funky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN_YNSwDVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XrTfC-7AQe4/s1600-h/SP_A0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN_YNSwDVI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XrTfC-7AQe4/s320/SP_A0636.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274699642442878290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. ya.. by the way.. outside the hotel.. There's a weird sign that says UFO is coming..god knows why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOBFt8qjuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/W8YaVuLDCb8/s1600-h/SP_A0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOBFt8qjuI/AAAAAAAAAfs/W8YaVuLDCb8/s320/SP_A0638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274701523814354658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the room... it was a real bargain! 2 beds, a single , and a double..RM118.. we all shared a room.. SO.. we paid bout 30 bucks for a night.. WHAT A DEAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsing Yoong had to take a rest and Ting ting needed to bathe... so.. WE.. wait.. LOL... I, actually.. decided to take some stupid photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOByyDobZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Tx6wNFV3kjw/s1600-h/29112008305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOByyDobZI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Tx6wNFV3kjw/s320/29112008305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702298011430290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OK.. my face looks really funny in this one.. but.. here's the point.. I.. can beat up some 70+ kg muscle man with just one HAND... HUH! don't ya mess with me.. HAIYAKKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOBzPvYmRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Duj5ldS7J9I/s1600-h/29112008306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOBzPvYmRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Duj5ldS7J9I/s320/29112008306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274702305979570450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is HE DOING ON THE BED WITHOUT WASHING HIS FEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NExt.. Journey to find the balls of the chicken...chicken rice balls actually.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOCwKb2q7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/WrxRrK28mQQ/s1600-h/SP_A0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOCwKb2q7I/AAAAAAAAAgE/WrxRrK28mQQ/s320/SP_A0646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703352527498162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasted quite nice actually.. special :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we decided to become the ambassadors of the shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOCzN7VaJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NJsFx21hTuQ/s1600-h/29112008311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOCzN7VaJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NJsFx21hTuQ/s320/29112008311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703405004449938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the Heritage village.. we found a replica of CHIA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STODRPngbII/AAAAAAAAAgc/qb2eyQrga2Y/s1600-h/29112008313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STODRPngbII/AAAAAAAAAgc/qb2eyQrga2Y/s320/29112008313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703920854232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmerized by its manly, muscular, toned, golden body.. *swoons* And kuan ting thought I was a retard.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STODQgZkacI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Jwb85EV3hGo/s1600-h/SP_A0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STODQgZkacI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Jwb85EV3hGo/s320/SP_A0653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274703908179306946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia on the other hand claimed that he is more muscular than the statue .. *slams palm onto forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOE373vw_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/wSqCutVwD14/s1600-h/29112008314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOE373vw_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/wSqCutVwD14/s320/29112008314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274705685080163314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsing yoong just felt safe under his golden arm.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;And next to the golden spartan.. we saw a fire station that spells "BOMB".. how ironic.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOEF0UBS1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ydnaQF4bCEg/s1600-h/SP_A0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOEF0UBS1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/ydnaQF4bCEg/s320/SP_A0655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704824057809746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to the heritage village and went into the museum of architecture.. Not the most amusing thing to see.. but note.. admission is free.. AND as malaysians.. We love the word *FREE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOEuWiKDJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HwEx_opWp1E/s1600-h/SP_A0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOEuWiKDJI/AAAAAAAAAgs/HwEx_opWp1E/s320/SP_A0662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274705520438676626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. we headed to the Porta de Santiago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOEuoJr3AI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jC-hwV5RqU8/s1600-h/SP_A0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOEuoJr3AI/AAAAAAAAAg8/jC-hwV5RqU8/s320/SP_A0673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274705525167873026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGDMbtMTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TCxzzqG7ZOM/s1600-h/29112008331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGDMbtMTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/TCxzzqG7ZOM/s320/29112008331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274706978016145714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGSqtJ9fI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qSfrVgbNAME/s1600-h/SP_A0671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGSqtJ9fI/AAAAAAAAAhU/qSfrVgbNAME/s320/SP_A0671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707243840435698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to the dutch cemetery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGnffD9pI/AAAAAAAAAhc/iKwmI6AXFhY/s1600-h/SP_A0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGnffD9pI/AAAAAAAAAhc/iKwmI6AXFhY/s320/SP_A0676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707601605785234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this guy there.. HE is a genuinely amazing artist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGnnc1EJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wsNXLxIOuPo/s1600-h/SP_A0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOGnnc1EJI/AAAAAAAAAhk/wsNXLxIOuPo/s320/SP_A0678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274707603743903890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I bought these from him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top one is for Paul.. and the one at the bottom.. is for Ghaz, my trainer at the gym.. Thanks to him.. I was a lil braver with food.. Haha.. heading to the gym later .. sharp at 4 pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOHfBah9dI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LvalVhEN9L4/s1600-h/SPM_A0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOHfBah9dI/AAAAAAAAAhs/LvalVhEN9L4/s320/SPM_A0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274708555606390226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. we headed further into the cemetery.. and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOIGaoueqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/J5I44CeTHaM/s1600-h/SP_A0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOIGaoueqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/J5I44CeTHaM/s320/SP_A0684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709232391715490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nuff said.. you judge for yourself.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after that.. we saw something that would be a really good HIV ad campaign in conjunction with TODAY.. the world AIDS day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOIGgZjWcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/XCwfXTrzkwU/s1600-h/SP_A0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOIGgZjWcI/AAAAAAAAAh8/XCwfXTrzkwU/s320/SP_A0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709233938684354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIA.. standing there next to the drain.. all sad ... thinking about HIV.. :-P you should know why we picked him.. *hush* :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOIGzvXiNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-Gxvw2MSZE0/s1600-h/SP_A0687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOIGzvXiNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/-Gxvw2MSZE0/s320/SP_A0687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274709239130458322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we took a rickshaw ride at RM 10.. 5 for each fella.. fair enough for me.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to the jetty to get tickets for the malacca river cruise.. which was a total bargain!! 5 bucks for a 45 minute ride.. WOO HOO!! and that's all because I researched on the internet before heading to malacca... cuz of MUA!!! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOJLVf6wuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/22rBdSRSJGQ/s1600-h/SP_A0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOJLVf6wuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/22rBdSRSJGQ/s320/SP_A0696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274710416423568098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of the blues.. we saw this internet cafe with only 2 CRT monitors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOJLXEsv6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Vuj3DjFasYY/s1600-h/SP_A0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOJLXEsv6I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Vuj3DjFasYY/s320/SP_A0694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274710416846274466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really weird compared to the ones in KL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. we went to the Folk's art gallery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKKRGoyQI/AAAAAAAAAic/S62bFZzE-uo/s1600-h/SP_A0698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKKRGoyQI/AAAAAAAAAic/S62bFZzE-uo/s320/SP_A0698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711497575549186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to see the artists at work and the pieces there were SOOOOO amazing... and to top it of.. admission is also FREE!!! WHEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we..Did some nonsense.. AS USUAL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKK4SaSBI/AAAAAAAAAis/Evoy7ewXr4w/s1600-h/SP_A0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKK4SaSBI/AAAAAAAAAis/Evoy7ewXr4w/s320/SP_A0704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711508093913106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we saw cops on horses ... I wonder if the horses can run as fast as cars.. Sigh... you go figure why the government wants people to exploit these poor animals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKK-qRoAI/AAAAAAAAAik/7EV3xG1i5nQ/s1600-h/SP_A0702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKK-qRoAI/AAAAAAAAAik/7EV3xG1i5nQ/s320/SP_A0702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711509804621826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. we realised.. our one hour is almost UP!! and we had to run to catch our cruise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKLG1-EOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/C5-31yr3l7Y/s1600-h/SPM_A0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOKLG1-EOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/C5-31yr3l7Y/s320/SPM_A0279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274711512001155298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yea.. Tsing Yoong was walking a bit too slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise was great!! Had a lot of sight seeing.. Too bad we boarded it in the evening.. The night one with all the lights would be SOOO much better!! I don't care.. I vow to go back there for a night cruise one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOLjWA_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/AbCt9Dd4h1g/s1600-h/SPM_A0294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOLjWA_Z3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/AbCt9Dd4h1g/s320/SPM_A0294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274713027902400370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOLj1BKWsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kOgGe7vPkYk/s1600-h/SPM_A0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOLj1BKWsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/kOgGe7vPkYk/s320/SPM_A0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274713036224617154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOMKHVBdbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NYUHG12Nz1k/s1600-h/SPM_A0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOMKHVBdbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/NYUHG12Nz1k/s320/SPM_A0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274713693974787506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that.. we had the famous "cendol jam besar"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONjMRjBLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/K9DU8zSUnjk/s1600-h/SPM_A0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONjMRjBLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/K9DU8zSUnjk/s320/SPM_A0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715224310744242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we went to look for JOnker's street.. Drove for half an hour JUST to realise it was across the bridge opposite the heritage village.. and we ended up having to pay for our parking space.. LOL.. super retarded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at a Nyonya restaurant called Raffles.. They had oldies playing at the background and the ambiance was just amazing.. BUT.. the most important thing was that they had a set dinner of 7 dishes with unlimited supply of mineral water for only 25 bucks per person!!! lol.. so.. what the heck.. authentic nyonya cuisine at cheap price.. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOVRs7DtcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Enf0Q5mrahA/s1600-h/SPM_A0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOVRs7DtcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Enf0Q5mrahA/s320/SPM_A0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274723719930164674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONkB5A6eI/AAAAAAAAAkM/g_kg87jXShI/s1600-h/SPM_A0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONkB5A6eI/AAAAAAAAAkM/g_kg87jXShI/s320/SPM_A0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715238703360482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. chia ruined the ambience by "hornifying" the paintings.. so.. yea.. One looked like she's about to strip and the other.. Go look at the location of the dude's hand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. by the way.. they have this really funky toilet sign..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONksobMTI/AAAAAAAAAkU/xSy8YWE-uFg/s1600-h/SPM_A0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONksobMTI/AAAAAAAAAkU/xSy8YWE-uFg/s320/SPM_A0312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715250176504114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Jonker's and ate a bit more.. and started shopping like mad cows!! haha.. STUFF THERE .. CHEAP!!! Oh.. we bumped into Cheryl, my secondary schoolmate and Miss Leong.. My chemistry teacher there.. What a coincidence.. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONkyinJ5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/yexRswYWMk4/s1600-h/SPM_A0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONkyinJ5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/yexRswYWMk4/s320/SPM_A0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715251762734994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was well until we ran into a senior citizen singing competition... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONlBLsruI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dwO9tnnZP64/s1600-h/SPM_A0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STONlBLsruI/AAAAAAAAAkk/dwO9tnnZP64/s320/SPM_A0321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274715255693160162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.malacca.ws/attractions/taming-sari.htm"&gt;Menara Taming Sari&lt;/a&gt;... Cuz I insisted.. Lol.. I didn't come all the way here to miss the night skyline!!.. Waited for about 1 hour plus to get on the ride but it was all worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOR7b2tyvI/AAAAAAAAAks/AvmQ2xS_UwA/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOR7b2tyvI/AAAAAAAAAks/AvmQ2xS_UwA/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274720038856542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOR8MCKt0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/RblBKmAT-iU/s1600-h/SPM_A0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOR8MCKt0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/RblBKmAT-iU/s320/SPM_A0325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274720051789477698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOR8vFRrMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kGsfNT8JEWM/s1600-h/SPM_A0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STOR8vFRrMI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kGsfNT8JEWM/s320/SPM_A0336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274720061197757634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our tired legs told us to go back to the hotel and have a good rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. that's the end of malacca trip day one.. day 2 will be posted up once my fingers get enough rest.. That's all for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-6029946807073816479?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/6029946807073816479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=6029946807073816479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6029946807073816479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/6029946807073816479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-one-in-historic-city-of-malacca.html' title='Day one in the historic city of malacca..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/STN-TqouqiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Jgb95qJKNRs/s72-c/SP_A0634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-7476199020053833870</id><published>2008-11-27T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:10:21.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice to the draculas</title><content type='html'>Today .. I attended a mass sacrificial ceremony... More than 60 innocent individuals have succumbed to the power of the draculas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I .. was one of their underlings.. an accomplice of 8 hours.. In my white robe, stained with fresh blood, I watched.. warm blood flowing away from their bodies.. The pain and the fear in their eyes cannot be put into words.. Some shaking, some were in tears due to the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emotionless, oh wait.. I was happy, I was happy with their sacrifice.. I helped with the process.. I made things easier for my fellow draculas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a sadist. When I saw the blood.. . A hint of smile adorned my tired face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea... this was the outcome of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6wEARg99I/AAAAAAAAAek/fT1oPzuLTYQ/s1600-h/SP_A0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6wEARg99I/AAAAAAAAAek/fT1oPzuLTYQ/s320/SP_A0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273345796536858578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... yea.. today.. Sunway Med held a blood donation campaign to replenish their blood bank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6xIcL_ObI/AAAAAAAAAes/jme2uvqWB7w/s1600-h/SP_A0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6xIcL_ObI/AAAAAAAAAes/jme2uvqWB7w/s320/SP_A0623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273346972260972978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I were there to help to with the sealing of the tubes, mixing of the blood, labelling, band aids, keeping an eye on the weight of the bags and lots more... Don't wanna mention everything.. All I can say is... I didn't sit for a whole 8 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6zPoryrVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6-3y8IoKUbo/s1600-h/SP_A0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6zPoryrVI/AAAAAAAAAe8/6-3y8IoKUbo/s320/SP_A0626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273349294897933650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pliers looking thing there... I used it for more than a hundred times today to mix the blood in the blood tubes of the blood bag... Really tiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6z9G_4xSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LtznNGpF0cs/s1600-h/SP_A0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6z9G_4xSI/AAAAAAAAAfE/LtznNGpF0cs/s320/SP_A0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273350076129396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to seal the tubes, tie them up... and place them in the ice box..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID THAT FOR 8 hours!! After the whole process , we had to help empty this room as well.. So.. we were there as medical personnel and also as housekeeping "ah sohs" (aunties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS61HKMB4oI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-G6Wn-uwqc0/s1600-h/SP_A0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS61HKMB4oI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-G6Wn-uwqc0/s320/SP_A0622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273351348295950978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the time I reached home... My limbs were falling apart.. my shoulders ached like MAD.. and my backbone was disintegrating.. LOL.. ok.. Maybe a bit of exaggeration there.. but yea.. I didn't attend the gym today... (guilty) But who can blame me.. I was drained out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...Everything was well today.. I'm glad the blood bank is well-stocked once more.. I myself have donated earlier this month..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like our fellow malaysians are not lacking in the humanity department after all.. :-) Kudos to the donors! Keep up the good work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I had lotsa fun playing with blood today!! WOO HOO! tomorrow is another day... ugh.. ok.. better get some sleep.. Will keep you guys updated with my latest shenanigans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-7476199020053833870?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/7476199020053833870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=7476199020053833870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7476199020053833870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/7476199020053833870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2008/11/sacrifice-to-draculas.html' title='Sacrifice to the draculas'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SS6wEARg99I/AAAAAAAAAek/fT1oPzuLTYQ/s72-c/SP_A0625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-2833193483689208773</id><published>2008-11-25T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:58:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the envious science student..</title><content type='html'>Now that I have been to my friend's place at Cyberjaya, I came to realise that art students are enjoying the LIFE.. and Science students are just left to rot in their pile of notes.. SAD but true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the walls for an instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzPEiMda8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/xn2pSFaV7qs/s1600-h/SP_A0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzPEiMda8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/xn2pSFaV7qs/s320/SP_A0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272816940549499842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is filled with metabolic pathways with really strange names, the human anatomy, and that huge piece of blue tack on top? I think it used to hold the names and the details of GLYCOGEN STORAGE DISEASES... man. that is pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparatively, art students paste their artworks, posters and definitely not WORDS on their walls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. How I wish I am dexterous enough to get into the field of art... but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzQ1Sr9uwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-G1OvZ1DG90/s1600-h/SP_A0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzQ1Sr9uwI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-G1OvZ1DG90/s320/SP_A0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272818877711891202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a person who finds difficulty in drawing a straight line...yea... not happening... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... by the way.. when I was at their place, I was introduced to the film "harold and kumar"... Maybe I've been living in the cave or something..but.. I've never heard of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzRYBXzOxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yN1K-WarGNw/s1600-h/200px-Harold_and_Kumar_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzRYBXzOxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/yN1K-WarGNw/s320/200px-Harold_and_Kumar_2_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272819474359335698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film was totally hilarious! in a filthy way though.. haha... but yea.. It has the American pie, Eurotrip and Not another teen movie thing going on.. But this one .. In my opinion it is much less of a cliche.. It's not the average school kids gone wild thing.. It's quite different.. so.. look out for it people!.. (you can get it from Ares... LOL.. Crap...ok.. I'm not promoting piracy.. I'm promoting peer to peer sharing) *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately , my dear Malaysians, you won't be seeing this in the theaters at any point of time.. All you'll see are blackouts and *beeps*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put it this way.. If SOME malaysians can complain about...(do click on the links to read these articles.. you'll be amazed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pussycat dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzVEEV4TxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kepvxPOCLnA/s1600-h/419935132_5efea203f3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzVEEV4TxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/kepvxPOCLnA/s320/419935132_5efea203f3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272823529605713682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzXUDSXE8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/PqITj7pYCqU/s1600-h/avril-lavigne-plagiat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzXUDSXE8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/PqITj7pYCqU/s320/avril-lavigne-plagiat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272826003223679938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzYgff7dQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vpWBcP0YwkY/s1600-h/Gwen-Stefani-95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzYgff7dQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/vpWBcP0YwkY/s320/Gwen-Stefani-95.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272827316466840834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzZ5su1lTI/AAAAAAAAAds/IPLZp_OaZNw/s1600-h/Linkin_Park_-_A_Place_For_My_Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzZ5su1lTI/AAAAAAAAAds/IPLZp_OaZNw/s320/Linkin_Park_-_A_Place_For_My_Head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272828849027388722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://links.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2008/10/23/international/i225701D60.DTL"&gt;Tomboys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzkdkMSOMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/RQ28QfaSafw/s1600-h/Tomboy-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzkdkMSOMI/AAAAAAAAAeU/RQ28QfaSafw/s320/Tomboy-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272840460326549698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alarabiya.net/articles/2008/04/03/47820.html"&gt;Flirting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzlceoDI2I/AAAAAAAAAec/XZcCsAAFaoY/s1600-h/123501655_bd266bd468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzlceoDI2I/AAAAAAAAAec/XZcCsAAFaoY/s320/123501655_bd266bd468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272841541164147554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/11/23/MNM514A8S8.DTL"&gt;Yoga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzj01UCR8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/hu3gIQGLQfc/s1600-h/2228848524_39b03aeb8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzj01UCR8I/AAAAAAAAAeM/hu3gIQGLQfc/s320/2228848524_39b03aeb8a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272839760547825602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westernresistance.com/blog/archives/003273.html"&gt;Old western couple of close proximity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzcFIDnTKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CYyQRnwg1rI/s1600-h/OldCouple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzcFIDnTKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/CYyQRnwg1rI/s320/OldCouple1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272831244364106914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/5/22/nation/21326822&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;School uniforms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzefWjbfZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tPuK48fNwrQ/s1600-h/temptressesmotivbz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzefWjbfZI/AAAAAAAAAd8/tPuK48fNwrQ/s320/temptressesmotivbz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272833893955501458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianews.it/view.php?l=en&amp;amp;art=584"&gt;Jesus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzfPlDN3jI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fef57Af8SYE/s1600-h/Passion-of-the-Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzfPlDN3jI/AAAAAAAAAeE/fef57Af8SYE/s320/Passion-of-the-Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272834722480643634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can't they ban next?? :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-2833193483689208773?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/2833193483689208773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=2833193483689208773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2833193483689208773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/2833193483689208773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2008/11/envious-science-student.html' title='the envious science student..'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSzPEiMda8I/AAAAAAAAAc0/xn2pSFaV7qs/s72-c/SP_A0620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013977751652821167.post-496805438632014591</id><published>2008-11-24T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T00:02:40.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it better to be occupied?</title><content type='html'>Ok.. I have to admit that I LOVE the fact that I'm working only three days a week.. BUT... Going out too much due to this "blessing" has left my pocket rather empty *flies flying out happily*.. SO.. I decided to be quarantined... Other than gym that is ( that has already been paid for.. thank god!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this morning.... I spent an hour playing bejeweled 2.. LOL.. yea.. how productive of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSuvw9iOiYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vqxJNcJjhOg/s1600-h/game.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSuvw9iOiYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vqxJNcJjhOg/s320/game.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272501044454001026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BUT.. I am kinda proud of my score :-P...  haha... OK.. i can't take it.. I'll go out right now!! to the gym and then follow Yoong out to meet his Singapore pal.. I rather die than spend another hour like that...I'll take a loan if I have too.. *MOM's the new ATM anyway!!*. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, will it better if I'm working?? *my financial status nods* LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5013977751652821167-496805438632014591?l=sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/feeds/496805438632014591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013977751652821167&amp;postID=496805438632014591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/496805438632014591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013977751652821167/posts/default/496805438632014591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheneedssomerest.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-better-to-be-occupied.html' title='is it better to be occupied?'/><author><name>Stephy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14954703366511091156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/TPzhThRy2NI/AAAAAAAAA-s/ZNga0nh0wYE/S220/149880_464419454891_605224891_5559254_2641966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q2Z5m0AAVk/SSuvw9iOiYI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vqxJNcJjhOg/s72-c/game.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
