<?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-36579108</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:07:35.801Z</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of me</title><subtitle type='html'>Behind all darkness, there's a light. Behind all despair, there's a hope. 
This, my diary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6740002878298826360</id><published>2008-09-15T19:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:48:53.557+01:00</updated><title type='text'>C-a-s-i-n-o</title><content type='html'>Made a surprise trip to Genting Highlands. Or should I say, it was a surprise for me but a planned one for Wai keng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all happened like this... I was actually rather unexpected that he left IJN (Institut Jantung Negara) at 11 am! Still half-asleep, all I could remember were only these words, "Supervisor's not around today. I'm on the way to your place now. Dress up and bring a jacket along as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was clueless about where we were going PLUS I had to be blindfolded while I was in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn silly alright... Thinking I could guess where we were going by estimating our location, I asked if he was bringing me to the ZOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate being underaged (below 21 I mean). I'm glad that there's no restrictions for me any longer. FINALLY!! Nevertheless, as expected, I got stopped by the lady at the entrance to the casino requesting for my IC. How old do I look if I don't look 21???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, I made winnings of.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaaaaa.... NEGATIVE RM 50 :( :( :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not gamble because I have no luck... Anytime, anywhere... It's the same. :( I know it's not a large sum at all but I'm quite broke these days. No job = no salary. I really could not afford to lose more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy today although I've just made Genting Group slightly richer !! hahaa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6740002878298826360?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6740002878298826360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6740002878298826360&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6740002878298826360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6740002878298826360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/09/c-s-i-n-o.html' title='C-a-s-i-n-o'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5504453435863906687</id><published>2008-08-13T08:15:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T08:29:48.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still fascinated by fireworks at my age</title><content type='html'>The Malaysia International Fireworks Competition is back again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to have a look to see if it's really as good as published. And especially, I would like to watch the finale on 29th August by last year's winner, the Australian team. I recall that last year, Alvin was telling me about it when I was in the UK. I was looking forward to this year's but sigh, I would be in Penang till the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still wondering... Should I cut short my trip by a day so I can make it back in time for the fireworks display, or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, interview's in 2 days time and right after that, I will be heading off to Johor Bahru. Damn, we're supposed to go to Singapore on Saturday but I guess we're not anymore because the-very-careless-brother doesn't have a passport (he lost his and a replacement takes a month before it's ready). Unless we decide to leave him in my aunt's place while we all go!! Hahaha, what an evil sister I am =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5504453435863906687?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5504453435863906687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5504453435863906687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5504453435863906687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5504453435863906687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-fascinated-by-fireworks-at-my-age.html' title='Still fascinated by fireworks at my age'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7619852827339747797</id><published>2008-08-11T15:47:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:49:39.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to be a lil more useful</title><content type='html'>I know it's such a simple job preparing agar-agar jelly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's unusual this time is that it's BLOODY RED in colour!! (Ok, it somehow makes me recall Bloody Mary in Ghost Whisperer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SKBRaXjUu9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/o8rOWngYpfg/s1600-h/P1120067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233272280445139922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SKBRaXjUu9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/o8rOWngYpfg/s400/P1120067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was mum's idea to add red dragon fruit into the jelly. Not only it's healthier, it doubles up as a natural colouring as well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next picture has nothing to do with the title at all. The maid's passport was expiring soon and I had to bring her to the embassy for a renewal. (Well, being jobless at home means that I have to run errands) So, off I went to Pavillion for over 3 hours before I crossed the street to Lot 10. Parking in Pavillion cost me freaking RM 11!!! It's a dress I adore at first sight. And I think it was on 30% discount. Too bad it didn't fit me perfectly. Haha, it wasn't totally zipped up at the back =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SKBdGTVKV8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/3viMe0Xy8vc/s1600-h/P1120022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233285129854146498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SKBdGTVKV8I/AAAAAAAAAkg/3viMe0Xy8vc/s400/P1120022.JPG" 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/36579108-7619852827339747797?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7619852827339747797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7619852827339747797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7619852827339747797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7619852827339747797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/trying-to-be-lil-more-useful.html' title='Trying to be a lil more useful'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SKBRaXjUu9I/AAAAAAAAAkY/o8rOWngYpfg/s72-c/P1120067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7205989516998573857</id><published>2008-08-10T12:23:00.021+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:50:51.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Trip- Spain</title><content type='html'>Finally, after such a long time, I've decided to start blogging about my trips. Right now, as my fingers are typing, I realise that I've actually forgot many details about it. Maybe it's about time I start writing a journal as well before I forget everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who visit Spain would mostly watch flamenco performance in the south but we were only visiting Barcelona, the capital of Catalunya, so we took up the tapas + flamenco tour by the hostel for 18 Euros. Of course, for 18 Euros, do not put too high expectations on it. First comes the lady. And when it was the man's turn, the lady stood behind, clapping to the music. Why didn't they dance together, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night of disaster for me. A glass of sangria spoilt my night. No, I wasn't drunk or anything. Well, I haven't had much food that day... The only thing I remembered eating was a sandwich in the morning. I should have known that my digestive system would not be able to tolerate it. Maybe an hour or so later, I puked! Yes, I did. Wth... I haven't puked in ages okayy... And I just HAD to puke on the 1st day of my trip!! Puked the sangria and dinner out into the toilet bowl. Freaking scary okay, I felt like blacking out sooo many times (everytime I tried to stand up). And I must have freaked out both Esther and Rinoa. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the next morning came, off we went exploring the city famous for its architecture, many thanks to Antoni Gaudi. This was one of the many in Barcelona... Casa Batllo. Notice the bone-like structures on the balconies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8g-a9YX3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/LBSSkhCRav8/s1600-h/P1070200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232937548788555634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8g-a9YX3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/LBSSkhCRav8/s400/P1070200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was Casa Mila (also called La Pedrera in Catalan)... Picture taken at the front entrance of Casa Mila. Now you might understand how I end up with over a thousand pictures in less than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8lfkeYpeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/U4phbrrlyKI/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232942516325098978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8lfkeYpeI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/U4phbrrlyKI/s400/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The roof... In my opinion, it was the highlight at Casa Mila. Unique, no??? Oh by the way, those head-like thingy you see there are the chimneys :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8dzXSPxVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/n8qvthN-vGA/s1600-h/P1070262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232934060288886098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8dzXSPxVI/AAAAAAAAAh4/n8qvthN-vGA/s400/P1070262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mirror picture!! It was one of the better shots we had. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8dzlMqfPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6jInqOkvEew/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232934064023567602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8dzlMqfPI/AAAAAAAAAiA/6jInqOkvEew/s400/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here comes the most famous one, La Sagrada Familia. I've read that it has been under construction since 1882... Gosh, that's like over 120 years!!! And it's nowhere near completion. Can't believe we actually sat on the steps in front of it for like an hour or so and took many, many self-taken pictures. And ohhh, Rinoa just told me today that there's this thingy that can be extended and fixed onto your camera to allow you to take pictures of yourself. Anybody knows where to buy them??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rW4PQLPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Nn3Lb4xyo8Y/s1600-h/P1070287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232948964081282290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rW4PQLPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Nn3Lb4xyo8Y/s400/P1070287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is how the ceiling looks like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rXd5UnSI/AAAAAAAAAig/eXF8b8s88yk/s1600-h/P1070317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232948974189845794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rXd5UnSI/AAAAAAAAAig/eXF8b8s88yk/s400/P1070317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a lift up to the top and from there, you can view the city.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rXn_H9nI/AAAAAAAAAio/FDz-tNur7Zg/s1600-h/P1070423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232948976898537074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rXn_H9nI/AAAAAAAAAio/FDz-tNur7Zg/s400/P1070423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the way down was through the steps. Definitely not recommended for those with claustrophobia!! Hahaha... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wLqOJb5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/yfwQUVULxtI/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232954268898127762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wLqOJb5I/AAAAAAAAAjA/yfwQUVULxtI/s400/163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt dizzy myself walking down the steps which looked like this... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8z5mLWX-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/mPdJ-8FmwC4/s1600-h/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232958356621516770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8z5mLWX-I/AAAAAAAAAjo/mPdJ-8FmwC4/s400/171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was Parc Guell too, also designed by Gaudi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rYLWxlII/AAAAAAAAAiw/riSGj2e9HQU/s1600-h/P1070464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232948986392974466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rYLWxlII/AAAAAAAAAiw/riSGj2e9HQU/s400/P1070464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entrance to the park... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ81Qn0S8OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Dm8qcxRXAws/s1600-h/P1070462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232959851710312674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ81Qn0S8OI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Dm8qcxRXAws/s400/P1070462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being vain... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rYgNPNRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CwdTwbelBfo/s1600-h/P1070446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232948991990117650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8rYgNPNRI/AAAAAAAAAi4/CwdTwbelBfo/s400/P1070446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bench, claimed to be the longest in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wMLaZXCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-EUAt4BIn_M/s1600-h/178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232954277807873058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wMLaZXCI/AAAAAAAAAjI/-EUAt4BIn_M/s400/178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the dragon. I was tempted to buy a miniature of the dragon from the souvenir shops... In the end, I did not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wMWCJw3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ek9T1uCJ6jE/s1600-h/P1070457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232954280658977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wMWCJw3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ek9T1uCJ6jE/s400/P1070457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wMnUAvyI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sB3_1uY08jI/s1600-h/P1070489.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything we saw were like Gaudi this, Gaudi that... But that's not all. He also designed some other structures (you wouldn't actually believe it) like the lamp post you see here... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wM2eP1mI/AAAAAAAAAjg/dGE3qUDFguE/s1600-h/P1070521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232954289366750818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8wM2eP1mI/AAAAAAAAAjg/dGE3qUDFguE/s400/P1070521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the hospital!! Gosh, wouldn't I WANT to work in a hospital like this?? Mana ada hospital so cantik oneeeee!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ82PCjBnWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/FXT9AvdaaLU/s1600-h/P1070543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232960924037520738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ82PCjBnWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/FXT9AvdaaLU/s400/P1070543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to end this post, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ83uEcq5cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QLBJpS8s6RQ/s1600-h/382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232962556635309506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ83uEcq5cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/QLBJpS8s6RQ/s400/382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had lots of time to kill. Oh, there was this guy who sang horribly (and I mean it alright... he was yelling and it was soooo out of tune that you might even see glass breaking!) People were making fun of him... I couldn't stop laughing at him myself... It was actually nice to just sit down and watch the people around us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, I've a shot of Rinoa chasing pigeons... Cutenyaaaa.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ83uZ0SBDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/D2HIBz3aXwY/s1600-h/P1070760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232962562371486770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ83uZ0SBDI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/D2HIBz3aXwY/s400/P1070760.JPG" 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/36579108-7205989516998573857?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7205989516998573857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7205989516998573857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7205989516998573857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7205989516998573857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/euro-trip-spain.html' title='Euro Trip- Spain'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/SJ8g-a9YX3I/AAAAAAAAAiI/LBSSkhCRav8/s72-c/P1070200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3788928848107687749</id><published>2008-08-08T16:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:08:24.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I still get annoyed at small lil things</title><content type='html'>Daddy commented that I should start changing my wardrobe to some more decent clothings. With all the low cut, body-fitting blouses that I own, all the old men from the kampung will have their eyes popping out. Wth!?!?!?!? Like that also can?? Ok, I should start learning to accept constructive comments positively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-3788928848107687749?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3788928848107687749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3788928848107687749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3788928848107687749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3788928848107687749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-still-get-annoyed-at-small-lil-things.html' title='I still get annoyed at small lil things'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3958846714133593895</id><published>2008-07-31T10:38:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:08:01.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jessie is home!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, the only reason I'm delighted being at home is the opportunity to spend time with my family and boyfriend. Tv, tv and more tv... eating loads of Malaysian food... making occassional trips to Seremban to visit poor Alvin who will be sitting for his finals soon (hope he does better with my moral support :P)Other than that, I seriously can't figure out any other better reasons. The weather is hot and humid (I haven't seen a drop of rain since I got back!!), the internet's working so slowly, I have been suffering from a blocked nose since the day I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's so much to do... Unpacking's not totally done yet (yes, I've been back for 2 weeks and the suitcase is still sitting on the floor), preparation for interview not started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another point whereby my future seems vague again. Another turning point of my life. First, it was choosing which college to enter, the course and the subjects, then it was which university to further my studies in. Now, the reason is that I prefer working in another country. And of course, being a health professional increases the difficulty in doing so. For example, being a pharmacist in the UK is far from simple. One needs to go through the overseas pharmacist course, then a year of pre-reg period and finally after the examination, only you can register with RPSGB. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life now is pretty relaxing. I get up usually at noon. There's no need for me to worry about household chores or anything of that sort. One last month before I become a f***king full-time government servant. *Curses them for implementing this policy, argh*&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/36579108-3958846714133593895?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3958846714133593895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3958846714133593895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3958846714133593895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3958846714133593895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7041385371965420582</id><published>2008-07-14T10:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:12:47.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Scottish Experience</title><content type='html'>I'm officially a graduate! With a MPharm. And I'll be off to the airport in 2 days, this time to be back for good (at least for awhile). The last 2 months has been carefree... All I had to do was plan my trips and find ways to occupy time instead of being an lazy ass :) Made trips to Spain, Greece, England, Austria and Germany. And ohh, I succeeded in being a single traveller in Austria... That's one achievement I'm very proud of. Downfall of travelling alone- you will get damn little pictures of you. Even if you get other tourists to help you snap, you usually end up not liking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of things to do when I get back... Especially spending time with my family, applying for a job as soon as possible (with the government actually), preparing for interview etc. Well, fortunately, I don't need to hunt for one... The only disadvantage is that I have no idea which state I'll be in. Oh please, let me not be in states under the political party PAS. It would only be testing my patience. And what will you get? A rebelious girl at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness- Who's gonna be the happiest with me being home?? My grandparents... I miss them too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7041385371965420582?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7041385371965420582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7041385371965420582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7041385371965420582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7041385371965420582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-of-scottish-experience.html' title='End of the Scottish Experience'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8307892386483855164</id><published>2008-04-17T16:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:59:21.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Read on...</title><content type='html'>This blog seemed dead and neglected for ages. I can't help it guys. CPP (Clinical pharmacology and prescribing) and Pharm care assignments.... Followed by my research thesis... And now, finals are approaching. I can't help but to stop blogging (since we only have 24 hours in a day, which is sooo totally not sufficient at all)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end (well, almost) of me being a student. Time passed by really quickly this year. In a blink, I felt as if I'm about to take a huge step in life with extra responsibilites like bills and car loan to pay off. I can't describe how much I want to continue being a student... to pursue post-graduate studies. (Mainly, to run away from such responsibilities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the first thing I should concentrate on RIGHT NOW is to pass all my exams and to graduate. Thoughts like "What if I don't get to graduate here???" and "What if I have to resit a paper while others graduate???" send quivers down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, WISH ME ALL THE BEST AND PRAY THAT I PASS AND GRADUATE HERE IN SCOTLAND OKIES???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the main intention of this post... Another dedication. As though this blog has no other purpose. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this somebody who appeared in my life way back in 2004... I've never taken much notice of him, except him being the class representative. It's common to hear people saying that somebody you dislike might just be your boy/girlfriend in the end. Never in my life I believed that statement, but now, yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just so happen to be friends, so happen to be close friends, so happen to enter the same university the following year. Friendship grew from there, as we share thoughts, happiness and sorrow. And from friendship, it finally turned to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I met you, I'm glad we ended up in the same university, most of all, I'm glad to be with you. I can't be there with you on this special day, but I would like you to know that I'm thinking of you at this very moment... Hoping that I could surprise you with a huge party or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't want to spend your birthday alone. That's why you're at the hospital now, seeing patients in the ward, maybe saving somebody's life at the emergency department, maybe delivering a newborn baby... I know these little things make your day and how much you enjoy being a doctor (soon-to-be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'm in Malaysia now, wishing my darlinggg a veryyy HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!! (Hahahahaha don't you feel old actually???) I'm gonna keep reminding you of this number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah... I better stop before you yell at me LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8307892386483855164?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8307892386483855164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8307892386483855164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8307892386483855164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8307892386483855164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/04/read-on.html' title='Read on...'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-153700971515461781</id><published>2008-02-02T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:58:14.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>To the 14th of February... It's not just an ordinary day. Yes, I know it's Valentine's day but still, it will not be an ordinary Valentine's day. I've imagined being all alone on that day, but no, I wouldn't be! Part of my plan that day includes taking the bus to Glasgow International Airport to welcome my dear to Glasgow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've received many presents previously from you but nothing beats getting to see you IN PERSON! It'll be the biggest ever gift I've ever got. I'm so happy that I'm speechless. If I'm speechless now, I don't know how would I react when I see you at the arrival hall. Tears, maybe?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to spend half a month with you. Looking forward to share part of my life here with you. Looking forward to cook for you, perhaps?? Looking forward to travel with you, yeap we'll be off to London and Paris as well. Looking forward to show you what Scotland is like. Looking forward to have somebody to hold on to when I'm freezing out there during winter. I'm wondering if gloves would still come necessary during that 2 week period... hmm... The list continues on and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-153700971515461781?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/153700971515461781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=153700971515461781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/153700971515461781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/153700971515461781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3810781593757568228</id><published>2008-02-02T11:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:06:02.459Z</updated><title type='text'>My 1st taste of snow</title><content type='html'>I've been complaining that I haven't seen snow for a million times already. Never thought it would actually snow. Sleet and hail was getting pretty common these days, with so much rainfall day after day. But there was no sign of snow. And winter's ending soon. Half my mind thought that I would never get a chance to catch the sight of real, decent snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, today, I'll remember this date... the 2nd of February 2008, IT DID!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather strange as we were just mentioning about snow the night before while walking to Joachim's party and Patrick was like "You'll never know. One day you might just wake up and see snow around you". His words were sooo sooo true. There was actually a little snow while walking there (about 9.45pm I think)... but it was so little that we're like "Ah, don't bother laa".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately those screamings and laughters of our friends out there woke Esther up. I was sleeping like a log until I heard a banging on my door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when I heard her banging and those fade laughter sounds (I thought I was dreaming of voices), the 1st thing that strike my mind was S-N-O-W! Subconsciously, I looked outside the window before unlocking the door. It was completely white, nothing else but white (my eyesight is damn lousy as I wasn't wearing my glasses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I was really really excited! Brushed our teeth and changed in 5 minutes and down we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVAMK7X8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/rOFIDK6rRek/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162344534628851650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVAMK7X8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/rOFIDK6rRek/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My 1st touch of snow.&lt;br /&gt;*I know I look really terrible in these photos. What to do... I just woke up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVA8K7X9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/NHzdsrxr6VA/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162344547513753554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVA8K7X9I/AAAAAAAAAf4/NHzdsrxr6VA/s400/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; White bushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVBsK7X-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/fYJf1G4Zdd8/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162344560398655458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVBsK7X-I/AAAAAAAAAgA/fYJf1G4Zdd8/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flatmates shot... Rinoa's not here, she went to Aberdeen... Doesn't really matter for her anyway. It's us 3 who haven't seen snow, not her. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVB8K7X_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/z7EDosVtQhs/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162344564693622770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVB8K7X_I/AAAAAAAAAgI/z7EDosVtQhs/s400/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jessie was here on 2/2/08. A day to remember.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVCsK7YAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/l2b-MmtOSig/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162344577578524674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVCsK7YAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/l2b-MmtOSig/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's the trails after all of us took a slide down the hill. That's the best thing I did.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVnMK7YBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/R1C_3MkFCaA/s1600-h/P1040205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162345204643749906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVnMK7YBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/R1C_3MkFCaA/s400/P1040205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm starting to like white now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVncK7YCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uwvvfwRQvL0/s1600-h/P1040207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162345208938717218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVncK7YCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/uwvvfwRQvL0/s400/P1040207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ron sliding down in a wrong direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVn8K7YDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_8XkI6zVoYE/s1600-h/P1040209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162345217528651826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVn8K7YDI/AAAAAAAAAgo/_8XkI6zVoYE/s400/P1040209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVosK7YEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ip-jDw_bJ8M/s1600-h/P1040214.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162345230413553730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVosK7YEI/AAAAAAAAAgw/ip-jDw_bJ8M/s400/P1040214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; View of the building I live from the bottom of the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVo8K7YFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yyvfOmNp3jg/s1600-h/P1040223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162345234708521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVo8K7YFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/yyvfOmNp3jg/s400/P1040223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I love you, darling. I can't wait to see you. Countdown: 12 more days. I know you wanna see snow badly too. I hope God's kind to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RV18K7YGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/g0tAoAeQ0Vs/s1600-h/P1040228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162345458046820450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RV18K7YGI/AAAAAAAAAhA/g0tAoAeQ0Vs/s400/P1040228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Baby snowman... hahaha... No eyes, nose, mouth, etc...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the last moment of typing this, it's snowingggg again!!!!! And it's from the sky this timeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-3810781593757568228?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3810781593757568228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3810781593757568228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3810781593757568228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3810781593757568228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-1st-taste-of-snow.html' title='My 1st taste of snow'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R6RVAMK7X8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/rOFIDK6rRek/s72-c/026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-569197396673241637</id><published>2007-11-30T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-01T02:26:30.550Z</updated><title type='text'>List of Events</title><content type='html'>I'll just summarise the few events that happened this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was the Guy Fawkes Night on the 5th of November. There was a display of fireworks which lasted for probably 20 minutes. Guy Fawkes is the guy who attempted to blow up the House of Parliament in London centuries ago, but his attempt failed. It is this failed attempt that we're celebrating now. I was wondering why there isn't any lighting of bonfire here in Glasgow. Somehow, that night ended up more like an event in conjunction with the bidding of Glasgow as the host of the 2014 Commonwealth Games. Yes, they won the bid! Congrats Glasgow!!! But I won't be here to witness that. Bah, that's 7 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't upload the video of the fireworks onto Youtube because the file is too large. Ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do enjoy watching fireworks and the number of fireworks this month was like... Uncountable. There was fireworks after the Scotland/Italy football match, although Italy won the game. And of course, there was this switching on of the X'mas lights in Glasgow. Unfortunately, entry was by tickets only, although they were free, I did not have any. I missed the fireworks display but did finally I did walk there that night to catch a glimpse of the lights. Nothing particularly great compared to what I've seen before but the company was good and as long as there's lights, I get fascinated. Haha it's little things like this that makes me happy! Like a small kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll continue with the trip to Isle of Skye first...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's surprising that it didn't rain that day. It's even more surprising that the weather was far from gloomy and cloudy. The sun shone so brightly that the loch was like a mirror, showing reflection of the mountains. Don't get caught by the impression that sunny day means less cold because the temperature on that day fell to below 0 degrees celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6XRqwTmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/FN6FKTL1tF0/s1600-R/P1030356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138741715128045154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6XRqwTmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/j99sZvuXY5g/s400/P1030356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6XxqwTnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/Sk1l0sEaPMY/s1600-R/P1030358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138741723717979762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6XxqwTnI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tBJmIYKyb8E/s400/P1030358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loch Lomond. This pic (and the one above) was actually taken on the way while I was on the bus. I'm a person who loves sceneries. Unfortunately, I'm not a good photographer, so the actual breathtaking view cannot be shown. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6YBqwToI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Jy01N_zjXlk/s1600-R/P1030364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138741728012947074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6YBqwToI/AAAAAAAAAdg/JgGOem1CDjo/s400/P1030364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6YRqwTpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/KW4_RtGRpA8/s1600-R/175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138741732307914386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6YRqwTpI/AAAAAAAAAdo/osDxYh9d8N8/s400/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken at Glen Coe. Glen means valley in Gaelic, the 1st language at the highlands of Scotland. The spot where movies like Braveheart and Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban was partly filmed. Haha, I know where Hagrid's house was built!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B-PBqwTqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/QXjfVJXZQL8/s1600-R/P1030396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138745971440635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B-PBqwTqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/PQ9ERt6DMGA/s400/P1030396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eilean Donan Castle by night! Not exactly night, it was only about 5pm. It's dark, cold,&lt;br /&gt;windy... I can't even see because the wind was blowing into my (already) dry eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1 was actually spent travelling up north to the Isle (which means island). After a long long journey of 6 hours, we finally arrived at our hostel in Kyleakin at approx 6pm. We had many stops in between.... It's a regulation here that the bus driver has to get a 45 min break. And there were a number of stops for us to take PICTURES! Jim, the guy who brought us there, also call the stops "Cigarette stops". Shows how common is smoking. He even brought a corkscrew for us to open alcohol bottles! After dinner, it was the pub session and we got back to our rooms at about midnight, maybe??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sudahlah we have to wake up early in the morning the next day, kena kacau somemore. We changed into our pyjamas as it was bedtime, and this french guy knocked on our door asking us to join them to party. We apologised because we were definitely not going to party in pyjamas, duh!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every half an hour or so, they come banging at our doors. Literally banging on it okay and shouting god knows what in french. Wth. The only thing we understood (because that was the only phrase in english) was "Do you understand?" What the heck do we understand? They continued BANGING and SHOUTING till about half past 2. I desperately need the toilet, so I waited till they left.... And when I opened my door, and I saw another door in front of me! Could I be hallucinating, I thought. I pushed it down and looked at the corridor, which was messed up with toilet rolls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This bunch of guys are wild when they are drunk! I'm speechless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1CBpBqwTrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/SKuLt2dxNf4/s1600-R/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138749716652117682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1CBpBqwTrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/uSR9i7jdKG0/s400/228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The corridor outside our rooms. The actually tied the toilet rolls onto our door knobs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1CBpRqwTsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/1Y-bH5C0OTM/s1600-R/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138749720947084994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1CBpRqwTsI/AAAAAAAAAeA/_xb-aKQMqOw/s400/229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is the stolen door which was placed directly outside our room. It has been moved to the side before this picture was taken. Nobody knows where they got the door from, not even the hostel staff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They even recorded a video of the whole being-crazy night. I guess they had loads of fun creating the scene. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll stop here now. Will continue when I have the time! Xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-569197396673241637?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/569197396673241637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=569197396673241637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/569197396673241637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/569197396673241637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/11/list-of-events.html' title='List of Events'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R1B6XRqwTmI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/j99sZvuXY5g/s72-c/P1030356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4198734809897833891</id><published>2007-11-30T01:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:10:36.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Draft of Introduction handed up!!</title><content type='html'>Time for another update! A quick update here before I will do a more lengthy one this weekend about what I've been up to recently... Of course, photos too!! Trip to Isle of Skye, Xmas lights in Glasgow, the outdoor ice-skating at George Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, I'm surviving here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Surviving the weather...Glasgow's weather is still currently bearable. Bearable, I only meant the temperature. Daylight can be hardly seen (due to my odd sleeping hours as I wake up at 2pm at times and the sun sets about 4pm). I sigh "I miss the sun" on days where I don't see it. I hate the rainy weather as well. I was speaking to a friend on MSN and told him that I'm going for a short walk one day, and he asked if it's raining AGAIN. I guess it has been raining for all the days he was here. If the rain isn't enough, it is accompanied by really strong winds which makes umbrellas totally useless. They just get blown into the shape of "U".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many girls does it takes to prevent an umbrella from turning into the "U" shape??&lt;br /&gt;A: As far as I know, 2 of us did not manage to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Talking about weather makes me wonder if I will be seeing snow anytime soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Surviving my cough and the weekly get-worse occassions where I will cough terribly. God knows why am I not getting any better. Blame the weather, that's the only thing I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Surviving the occassional lost of voice (which brings MSN Messenger more important as a communication tool even between my flatmates and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Surviving the *so many* late clubbing and chit-chatting nights. :) Bedtime doesn't come before 3 or 4am if there isn't classes the following day. Even if there is, I don't seem to be going to bed any much earlier either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Surviving the amount of alcohol I've been consuming recently. Not enough to do any damage to my liver YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Survive being emo for the past 2 weeks. Being emo is annoying the hell out of me and I'm glad I got over it now. I've been less talkative lately. Being happy = back to talkative self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been such a bummer lately. Being bummer's a relaxing thing to do if you have nothing in mind. But it's not if your mind is cramped with all the freaking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a singer named Leona Lewis. Her album, Spirit, is released this month. A winner of another talent show, The X Factor, last year. For a 22 year old girl, she can be considered to have achieved a success. Think Simon Cowell... The fussy one. That's her manager!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R09u15jLA0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/1tVtZPih7Nk/s1600-R/200px-Leonaspiritcove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138447572113490754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R09u15jLA0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/1NjYYK_3ZmQ/s400/200px-Leonaspiritcove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Love, the 1st single in Spirit, is playing now on this page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4198734809897833891?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4198734809897833891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4198734809897833891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4198734809897833891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4198734809897833891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/11/draft-of-introduction-handed-up.html' title='Draft of Introduction handed up!!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/R09u15jLA0I/AAAAAAAAAdI/1NjYYK_3ZmQ/s72-c/200px-Leonaspiritcove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4670385212328367622</id><published>2007-10-30T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:13:00.398Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy</title><content type='html'>Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;you may not be the most sporting dad in the world,&lt;br /&gt;you may not have spend alot of time with us,&lt;br /&gt;you punish me when I do wrong (althought sometimes I feel that I did right =) ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that,&lt;br /&gt;this family is the centre of your life&lt;br /&gt;You tried to be everthing for us... a father, a role model, a teacher and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been the child I should,&lt;br /&gt;that I make you worry about me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Underneath all my irresponsible actions,&lt;br /&gt;there is love, respect and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I to have such a good father like you,&lt;br /&gt;How grateful am I to have such a sacrifice from you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far away now that I miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;and I know you do too.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I am not able to celebrate this special day with you,&lt;br /&gt;but my heart wishes you a really happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4670385212328367622?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4670385212328367622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4670385212328367622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4670385212328367622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4670385212328367622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5217476284389421318</id><published>2007-10-30T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T22:11:57.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Flat Party</title><content type='html'>They (I mean the ang mohs) have it so frequently, specifically every week. As if they have lots of free time. They really know how to enjoy life to the fullest. I envy them because I do want to enjoy too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, day by day, time passes so quickly that I haven't actually done any real studying. All I can think of right now is partying. I know it's affecting my studies quite harshly. So the only way to balance both partying and studying is by spending my non-party time with my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now that I feel like a university student. Being in IMU did not give me any sense of being in university at all. How pitiful it is that I only get this in my final year, damn it sounds really late. Imagine that, my final year. How I wish I get more university years. People say the best time of your life is you schooling/university life. I so totally agree with that statement. I feel old now.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Seriously old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the flat party, what happens when you mix with people who party too much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;You organise a flat party yourself!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do admit this idea came from both me and Rinoa. Who else can be as crazy as us? Well, it's good in a sense that we make the house livelier. It seems that we are already starting to influence Esther into being one crazy person. H12 ROCKS!!! I love my flatmates, hugs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make it abit Malaysian, we cooked rice, fried mix vegatables and five spice powder chicken and a dessert (white fungus and longan). The ang mohs find the dessert weird because the white fungus seem to be funny to them. When they chew on it... It's like.. err... I don't know! I should have made something else for dessert. In the end, we even forgotten to bring out the crisps *opss*. Thanks to Liran, Carlo, Emilio and Andrea for cooking pasta at OUR flat! Haha I wonder how convenient is that compared to cooking at their place downstairs. I think it's because it's difficult to carry cooked food up. Anyway, it was fun having you guys cooking at our place. Learning that Italians actually sprinkle salt onto their palms before pouring it into the pot/pan. Or is it just ONLY Emilio who does that, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were loads of alcohol. In fact, that was the only drinks around. NO WE HAVEN'T TURN INTO ALCOHOLICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0qMhjq4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/cxD6LstIbDA/s1600-h/P1030126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194969049901954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0qMhjq4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/cxD6LstIbDA/s400/P1030126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Italians unite. They are kind of the 1st bunch of people I know. Kinda weird how we actually met. haha. We randomly went into their flat party one day. It's so funny, I remember how you guys actually FORCED us to go clubbing with you. We're so short and you guys are so tall. Your voices were so loud that I actually felt intimidated. But now, it's ok, you're all nice people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0qshjq5I/AAAAAAAAAag/L6j0AYcsrA0/s1600-h/P1030127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194977639836562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0qshjq5I/AAAAAAAAAag/L6j0AYcsrA0/s400/P1030127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; One Vietnamese stuck with a bunch of Italians. Francesco: Good that you told them about asian culture haha. Don't touch them, don't touch them!!! LOL. I know they make a joke out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0q8hjq6I/AAAAAAAAAao/Pta42aT7FfI/s1600-h/P1030128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194981934803874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0q8hjq6I/AAAAAAAAAao/Pta42aT7FfI/s400/P1030128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Multi-nationality. Vietnamese, Italian, Morroccoan (is that how you say it?) and of course Malaysian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0rchjq7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/mZD6cP-0JaE/s1600-h/P1030132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194990524738482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0rchjq7I/AAAAAAAAAaw/mZD6cP-0JaE/s400/P1030132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The 3 right behind me are French. Emilio you look like a joker lah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When can I see the serious Emilio??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0rshjq8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TzuOWI2RG4s/s1600-h/P1030133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127194994819705794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0rshjq8I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TzuOWI2RG4s/s400/P1030133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Of course we did not leave out our best buddy, Desmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2z8hjrII/AAAAAAAAAcY/D-W62TOKTYA/s1600-h/P1030171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197335576882306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2z8hjrII/AAAAAAAAAcY/D-W62TOKTYA/s400/P1030171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nice picture Rinoa. Andreas, Simon, Benoit and Rinoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd20MhjrJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qWKUmusTgbc/s1600-h/P1030172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197339871849618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd20MhjrJI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qWKUmusTgbc/s400/P1030172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Girl friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd20chjrKI/AAAAAAAAAco/4R3A-7GRusM/s1600-h/P1030175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197344166816930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd20chjrKI/AAAAAAAAAco/4R3A-7GRusM/s400/P1030175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The girls with Desmond, Christian and Carson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd20shjrLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/CJXC4pQgM00/s1600-h/P1030176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197348461784242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd20shjrLI/AAAAAAAAAcw/CJXC4pQgM00/s400/P1030176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd1_chjrCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/7FqfuCjY1-Y/s1600-h/P1030137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127196433633750050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd1_chjrCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/7FqfuCjY1-Y/s400/P1030137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; *edited: After scrolling, I saw that this is the only picture of Yaniv I posted up here.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd1_8hjrDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pTv9QkSs0xs/s1600-h/P1030142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127196442223684658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd1_8hjrDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/pTv9QkSs0xs/s400/P1030142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2AMhjrEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/mOTcaGtOLqo/s1600-h/P1030146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127196446518651970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2AMhjrEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/mOTcaGtOLqo/s400/P1030146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Wah, this picture lagi multinationality. Malaysian, French, German, Vietnamese and Chinese from China. Opss sorry I don't know what to call a person from China. The guy on the right is actually damn leng chai in real life. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2AshjrFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lNvaY5Er860/s1600-h/P1030151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127196455108586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2AshjrFI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lNvaY5Er860/s400/P1030151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2A8hjrGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/drL6DU3BLaw/s1600-h/P1030167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127196459403553890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2A8hjrGI/AAAAAAAAAcI/drL6DU3BLaw/s400/P1030167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nice meeting you guys. Sad that your other housemates couldn't make it. Thanks for taking care of us as well during Friday's clubbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd3RchjrMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tRwrLN812pA/s1600-h/DSC06468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197842383023298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd3RchjrMI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tRwrLN812pA/s400/DSC06468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd3RshjrNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Mizo4gBwNMk/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197846677990610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd3RshjrNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Mizo4gBwNMk/s400/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; See how crazy Emilio can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2zchjrHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/z-qV1418Y4w/s1600-h/P1030168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127197326986947698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd2zchjrHI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/z-qV1418Y4w/s400/P1030168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And finally, a group photo. NICE ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that night, we clubbed at Bamboo. Don't ever go to that place!! It's because I didn't like it at all. Lousy environment. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5217476284389421318?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5217476284389421318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5217476284389421318&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5217476284389421318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5217476284389421318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/flat-party.html' title='Flat Party'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ryd0qMhjq4I/AAAAAAAAAaY/cxD6LstIbDA/s72-c/P1030126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6329685502121271221</id><published>2007-10-24T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:28:20.926+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy jumping attempts were NOT easy. After multiple shots like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eaVqr_KI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6wVcebaJY18/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124989076300889250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eaVqr_KI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6wVcebaJY18/s400/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-ea1qr_LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r9BiYMha01Y/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124989084890823858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-ea1qr_LI/AAAAAAAAAaA/r9BiYMha01Y/s400/069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why am I always on the ground? I don't even know if I've already jumped up (yes/no?) or I've already landed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally got a shot of us up in the air! Weeee...!!! It wasn't just 2 shots. There were more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eblqr_MI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3_LLNdSqG1U/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124989097775725762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eblqr_MI/AAAAAAAAAaI/3_LLNdSqG1U/s400/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I know I look like a very happy small kid who bugged her parents and finally got to the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eb1qr_NI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iva56lo6cv8/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124989102070693074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eb1qr_NI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/iva56lo6cv8/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6329685502121271221?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6329685502121271221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6329685502121271221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6329685502121271221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6329685502121271221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/crazy-jumping-attempts-were-not-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx-eaVqr_KI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6wVcebaJY18/s72-c/066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6266385290809617184</id><published>2007-10-24T00:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:38:39.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn at Glasgow Green</title><content type='html'>Tempted by Yan Nee's photos taken at Glasgow Green, we made use of our day off (in actual fact, private study time) to be camwhorers ourselves at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how a blind leads another blind, we walked til the end of High Street. We did not get lost (if we really got lost, damn malu wei bcuz it's so easy to get there). It was where the BBC Proms was held recently. I missed that event. I even missed the one at the KLCC Park last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disrupting myself: I shouldn't be blogging bcuz I have tons of work to be done. So many cases to prepare for tomorrow's workshop. I'm not even half done. But, I need to put photos up!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Glasgow Green is just an ordinary park (it does look like one) but as I was tidying my room for inspection, I spotted this leaflet about it on my shelf. No joke, it's the oldest park in Glasgow and it has been there since the 15th Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I4Vqr-8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/P0wqOTHM8PU/s1600-h/P1020946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124683927464442818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I4Vqr-8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/P0wqOTHM8PU/s400/P1020946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; McLennan Arch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I41qr-9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fq1-Mv2iI7E/s1600-h/P1020962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124683936054377426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I41qr-9I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/fq1-Mv2iI7E/s400/P1020962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow ground&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I5Vqr--I/AAAAAAAAAYY/vQ6K83BP2mU/s1600-h/P1020972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124683944644312034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I5Vqr--I/AAAAAAAAAYY/vQ6K83BP2mU/s400/P1020972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Botak tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I51qr-_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/8teEHksVFpc/s1600-h/P1020976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124683953234246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I51qr-_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/8teEHksVFpc/s400/P1020976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A mixture between green and yellow. Wonders of autumn.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I6Vqr_AI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cu_P8wiFzkE/s1600-h/P1020997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124683961824181250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I6Vqr_AI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cu_P8wiFzkE/s400/P1020997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;River Clyde at the background. The most famous river in Glasgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our main intentions were to get snapshots of the falling, yellow leaves before the trees turn "bald". Surprisingly, beneath the yellow fallen leaves, the grass was still green! Like this below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6KZlqr_GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pq2ZF4KhUd0/s1600-h/IMG_5840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685598206721122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6KZlqr_GI/AAAAAAAAAZY/pq2ZF4KhUd0/s400/IMG_5840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you think of those scrawny trees?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6KaVqr_HI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eNqO7hWiMc8/s1600-h/IMG_5849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685611091623026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6KaVqr_HI/AAAAAAAAAZg/eNqO7hWiMc8/s400/IMG_5849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nelson's Monument&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6J7Fqr_CI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RTT3a9dzZqI/s1600-h/P1030002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685074220710946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6J7Fqr_CI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RTT3a9dzZqI/s400/P1030002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They say I look fierce. But I like this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6J7Vqr_DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/AxRwmwZbr4U/s1600-h/P1030026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685078515678258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6J7Vqr_DI/AAAAAAAAAZA/AxRwmwZbr4U/s400/P1030026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're the new Charlies Angels. Watch out!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6J8Vqr_FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SRdu3Pijp4Q/s1600-h/IMG_5889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124685095695547474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6J8Vqr_FI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/SRdu3Pijp4Q/s400/IMG_5889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doulton Fountain. Desmond kor kor (ahem, almost typed out uncle but he'll strangle me if I ever do that): Aren't you happy to be surrounded by so many 'leng luis'??? Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6MA1qr_II/AAAAAAAAAZo/0kOcX3OeBg0/s1600-h/IMG_5863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124687372028214402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6MA1qr_II/AAAAAAAAAZo/0kOcX3OeBg0/s400/IMG_5863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Presenting to you the People's Palace. Nothing extraordinary in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6MB1qr_JI/AAAAAAAAAZw/vEIXNLozIFA/s1600-h/IMG_5875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124687389208083602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6MB1qr_JI/AAAAAAAAAZw/vEIXNLozIFA/s400/IMG_5875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the People's Palace. See I told you... Don't believe me laaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are lots more but I shall not bore you guys by showing off more pics of us (or maybe me?) being narcissistic. Well, you can see that I'm trying to suppress myself by posting pics of myself individually to a minimal number.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of inspection, we spent our weekend cleaning our flats for the 2nd inspection. How can guys' flat passed and ours didn't? *Knock knock* The most housework I've ever done in my life! I can't stand doing things the ordinary way, so this is what I did... For example, I plugged out the microwave and turn it the other way round so I could clean the top! I wrapped a butter knife with the table cloth to clean the narrow grooves on the rubber of the fridge's door. We're done after hours and hours. And we made a swimming pool while defrosting the freezer (which was filled with inches of 'snow'). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Whenever I'm feeling bored, I'll run to the freezer, grab some 'snow' and weeee... I play with them!* &lt;/span&gt;It's tiring but kind of fun though. Laughing at all those difficult chores, some of which we think are impossible to be done because we left it stained for such a long time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super busy week ahead. Pening kepala thinking of the number of things I have to do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Knocking of to bed now.... *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6266385290809617184?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6266385290809617184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6266385290809617184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6266385290809617184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6266385290809617184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn-at-glasgow-green.html' title='Autumn at Glasgow Green'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rx6I4Vqr-8I/AAAAAAAAAYI/P0wqOTHM8PU/s72-c/P1020946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7618948520820614615</id><published>2007-10-21T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T01:06:18.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Il barbiere di Siviglia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Immediately after settling the hacking problem of mine, we went for our first opera at the Theatre Royal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely enjoyed it because the music and the singing was so damn good. Presented by the Scottish Opera, it was sung in Italian with English subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who enjoy operas or those who would like to give it a try, there are 2 more performances on the 30th of Oct and 1st of Nov. They are actually offering 10 pounds tickets for those under the age of 26. It's really worth it bcuz the original price of the ticket you're getting is about 40 pounds. Of course, this isn't any advertisement. Just an opinion of mine as I was really stunned by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almaviva is a Count who fell in love with Rosina. To ensure that she loves him and not for his wealth, he disguises as a poor man. Dr. Bartolo, Rosina's guardian secretly plans to marry her as well. Therefore, the Count turns to Figaro, the town barber (also his ex-servant)to plot the meeting between the lovebirds. In the end, both of them got married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I made black glutinous rice with sago dessert today. My 1st "tong sui" I made since I got here. It was really easy because the directions were clearly printed on the packet. There was even coconut powder in the packet so that I do not need to buy a tin of coconut milk/powder separately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the truth is I'm not a kitchen kind of person and I do not know how to make anything. Therefore, I need to buy pre-packed stuff because it comes with all the ingredients I need and the instructions. I hope my bf doesn't mind bcuz at least I do try to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, sadly to say, every single time would be a 'tak jadi' case. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It goes the same for cakes that I bake at home. I buy the prepacked flour added with sugar and flavour. Thus, the only thing I need to do is add butter, beat, and pour it into the baking tray. As simple as that. And they have a variety of premix stuff at this particular shop near my house. (Not here obviously, in Kota Kemuning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Frankly, I'm not a fan of black glutinous rice back home. I rather choose to order longan, honeydew and sago, gingko, white fungus or any other dessert. Never red/green bean soup or black glutinous rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, I'm just plain lazy because this "tong sui" can also double up giving me carbs and making my stomach full so that I do no need to cook for a meal or two. Haha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7618948520820614615?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7618948520820614615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7618948520820614615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7618948520820614615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7618948520820614615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/il-barbiere-di-siviglia.html' title='Il barbiere di Siviglia'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8293067725357750820</id><published>2007-10-20T23:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:41:32.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WTH... I got hacked</title><content type='html'>Argh, had a stressful day bcuz my MSN got hacked into. Fine, I admit it's partly my fault. I can't believe I was THAT silly and STUPID. Well, this is the story. My cousin's account has already been hacked into and I didn't know about it. So, when that person used her account to message me, I didn't suspect anything wrong about it (although I felt that it wasn't her chatting with me). He/she sent me a file and I asked what was it bcuz I'm afraid that it could be a virus. I got a replied "Virus no don't worry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually opened that file (a HTML document). Wait, nothing wrong with opening that file YET bcuz there wasn't any virus. This page with the MSN logo on it asked me for my username and password. Here's the stupid thing I did,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I KEYED IN MY PASSWORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Clicked Enter, then I saw this "Your password has been given to ...*I don't remember that fella's exact email add*." It was only then I realised I'm doomed. I regret not jotting down the address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I immediately tried to change my password but I ignored that the secret question has been changed to some language unknown to me so that he could reset a new password. So there was the chain of me logging in, him logging in bla bla bla on my MSN Messenger. He even forced me to give my new password after that by using my cousin's account again. Suspecting that I missed out the secret question, I tried logging into MSN page again to change it. BUT I COULDN'T ANYMORE. I scolded the fella "you fucker". I was mad ok?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I'm actually using a non-Hotmail address as my Windows Live ID so I could reset the password again later. Currently, I own my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's no use hacking me bcuz all you fucking idiot get is my Messenger. So fuck off! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I better show my gratitude and appreciation to Desmond who helped me with it. Seriously, thanks alot to you for it. I don't know if you actually do read the words in my blog or just open the page and blindly scroll down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tak puas la me... I want to scold that person 'kao kao'. Why I said I should have taken down the email add is because I want to send a mail cursing him with all the words I can think of. I don't care if he reads it bcuz I only need to let my anger go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8293067725357750820?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8293067725357750820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8293067725357750820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8293067725357750820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8293067725357750820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/wth-i-got-hacked.html' title='WTH... I got hacked'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-2361414453727367590</id><published>2007-10-20T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:43:16.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping beauty</title><content type='html'>Briefly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prologue &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Aurora is born. The christening of the baby princess is celebrated by guests all over the kingdom. There were 6 fairy godmothers and they were happy to give their blessings on the lovely child. Then, there comes Fairy Carabosse (one evil fairy) who cast a spell on the princess so that she will prick her finger on her 16th birthday and die. Thankfully, Lilac Fairy (one of the fairy godmothers) pronounces that the princess will not die but will only sleep for 100 years and be awakened by the kiss of true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess became a beautiful lady and at the birthday ball, 4 princes were there. However, she did not choose any of them. A mysterious old woman arrived and offered the princess a bouquet of flowers with a poisoned needle. She pricks of it and falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 100 years later. Lilac fairy shows Prince Florimund a vision of this sleeping princess. A love at 1st sight! He went to the palace and kisses her, and the princess wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding day. Special guests arrive for the wedding too. Some are fairytale characters including Puss in Boots and White Cat, Bluebird and Florine, and Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I heard of Bluebird and Florine before?? I thought I grew up in the era when all these fairytale characters were super popular. I grow up reading these story books while I was a kid. Seems like all these tales were from the same author, the guy who also wrote Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, synopsis done. Photos now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_6lqr-4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/owbvnqsJIgw/s1600-h/P1020927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123196326886767490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_6lqr-4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/owbvnqsJIgw/s400/P1020927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_7Fqr-5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/nqX5Ogh6xs0/s1600-h/P1020932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123196335476702098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_7Fqr-5I/AAAAAAAAAXw/nqX5Ogh6xs0/s400/P1020932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We went hunting for the posters to snap photos with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_7Vqr-6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/W7ZP8SUSYzs/s1600-h/P1020942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123196339771669410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_7Vqr-6I/AAAAAAAAAX4/W7ZP8SUSYzs/s400/P1020942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outside Glasgow Royal Concert Hall. *I can't help with the blurness of this picture bcuz I had to increase the ISO. My camera produces lower quality pics with higher ISO*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_7lqr-7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/RIu3fWYw1hA/s1600-h/P1020945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123196344066636722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_7lqr-7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/RIu3fWYw1hA/s400/P1020945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xin Hui and myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-2361414453727367590?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2361414453727367590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=2361414453727367590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2361414453727367590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2361414453727367590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleeping-beauty.html' title='Sleeping beauty'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rxk_6lqr-4I/AAAAAAAAAXo/owbvnqsJIgw/s72-c/P1020927.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-2328061082137915216</id><published>2007-10-18T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T22:41:19.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jelly Babies</title><content type='html'>I tried these soft jelly sweets at RAG's meeting the other day. They're nice. So I bought a box while shopping for groceries. A huge box of 600grams. According to the nutrition information given on the box, each tiny sweet contains 4.5g of sugar. There are definitely hundreds of them in there. I don't want to imagine how much sugar I'm consuming now. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPBVqr-zI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3pBhJt-tJ7g/s1600-h/P1020886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122790723060235058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPBVqr-zI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3pBhJt-tJ7g/s400/P1020886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hear baby jellies from the box asking me to let them out. So, I did! Wait and see what these naughty jellies are up to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;::&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPBlqr-0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xNPlabVQjtE/s1600-h/P1020896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122790727355202370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPBlqr-0I/AAAAAAAAAXI/xNPlabVQjtE/s400/P1020896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jelly babies were so happy that I let them out to camwhore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Each of them has names. L-R: Boofuls, Brilliant, Bubbles, Big Heart &amp;amp; last but not least, Bumper. Oh no, there's another colour called Baby Bonny but I didn't realise that there are 6 flavours until now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S: That's not an image of a ghost on my lappie back there. I was on ZARA's website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPCFqr-1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tbi-YkR9TR0/s1600-h/P1020897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122790735945136978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPCFqr-1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/tbi-YkR9TR0/s400/P1020897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Dominoes jelly babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPClqr-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wERjzHClVzA/s1600-h/P1020901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122790744535071586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPClqr-2I/AAAAAAAAAXY/wERjzHClVzA/s400/P1020901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Jelly babies marching in a single file line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPC1qr-3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/qS0CjfRfyD8/s1600-h/P1020903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122790748830038898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPC1qr-3I/AAAAAAAAAXg/qS0CjfRfyD8/s400/P1020903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bumper was so jealous seeing the rest of his friends kissing. Ah, it's my fault. If I realised Baby Bonny earlier, Bumper could have a kissing partner too. I'm sorry Bumper&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll let you kiss Baby Bonny tomorrow okies?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm currently munching on these 5 little baby jellies while typing this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-2328061082137915216?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2328061082137915216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=2328061082137915216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2328061082137915216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2328061082137915216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/jelly-babies.html' title='Jelly Babies'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxfPBVqr-zI/AAAAAAAAAXA/3pBhJt-tJ7g/s72-c/P1020886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3952563629893668235</id><published>2007-10-14T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T02:07:05.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Swan Lake at Glasgow Royal Concert Hall</title><content type='html'>I was so excited the whole day. I just couldn't wait to watch the performance. Ah, why can't they tour to Malaysia as well? I can't be flying into Singapore and Bangkok purposely for a show. And they cost a bomb there too. I can't remember when was the last time I watched a ballet piece. I know it was Nutcracker at the Istana Budaya. And also the River Dance about 4 years ago. No ballet dance companies ever came since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it's super cheap here but for about Rm210 (after conversion), it's not too bad. The only fact that makes me feel guilty is that the other 5 of them bought cheaper seats while Rinoa and me wanted the most expensive one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditorium was much smaller than what I expected. It look grand from the outside so I was expecting it to be a really big hall. Other than being small, the hall was quite nice la. The set for the show was abit plain. But the dance by the prima ballerina was good, that's the most important thing! Act 1- Scene 2 was the best! It was where the prince met Odette at the lake together with the other swans. I'm like WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the prima ballerina's name is Irina Kolesnikova. If you try to google her on the internet, you would realise that she has a fan club (the IK Club). The company is not exactly that famous, but she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think we girls overdressed? I think we did, looking at what the other people wore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyTlqr-sI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0kqJegXF11Y/s1600-h/IMG_5409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351775872088770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyTlqr-sI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0kqJegXF11Y/s400/IMG_5409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;L-R: Esther, Jessycca, Xin Yin, Rinoa, moi, Xin Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know if this is allowed. We did not use flash!!! That's the curtain when it's down. I got a great seat. From my view, it's the middleline of the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyUFqr-tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lPi-k-Vxy20/s1600-h/IMG_5417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351784462023378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyUFqr-tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/lPi-k-Vxy20/s400/IMG_5417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL See what are they doing. Jessycca camwhoring herself. Esther trying to snap a pic of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyUVqr-uI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4exnTmpB3rs/s1600-h/IMG_5422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351788756990690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyUVqr-uI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4exnTmpB3rs/s400/IMG_5422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's our turn to camwhore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyUlqr-vI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IJpQ74nyD6s/s1600-h/IMG_5419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351793051958002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyUlqr-vI/AAAAAAAAAWg/IJpQ74nyD6s/s400/IMG_5419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo taken before leaving. That's the expensive booklet I'm holding. Continue reading to see how much I paid for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyU1qr-wI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3fjTUVVnPKI/s1600-h/IMG_5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121351797346925314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyU1qr-wI/AAAAAAAAAWo/3fjTUVVnPKI/s400/IMG_5428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a ballet-lover as well. And also my teman for ballet classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxK0plqr-xI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0l-05omUf3Q/s1600-h/IMG_5434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121354352852466450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxK0plqr-xI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0l-05omUf3Q/s400/IMG_5434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is definitely one of our housemates-activity. All 4 of us. Plus the gentleman Kah Wei. I'm surprised by his interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxK0qFqr-yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/apDleD4YorE/s1600-h/IMG_5437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121354361442401058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxK0qFqr-yI/AAAAAAAAAW4/apDleD4YorE/s400/IMG_5437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Today's photos are thanks to Rinoa. I didn't bring my camera as it couldn't fit into my clutch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more thing, can somebody tell me if I look any fatter compared to before? I feel that my face grew fleshier! Why is it only my face? Salah tempat la fats. Of course la will be fat, eating 5 packets of biscuits in a week. I eat more unnecessary snacks during semester classes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coming to that booklet, I bought the SPBT's 2007-2008 European Tour programme booklet for 7 pounds. Mahal hor? That's rm49 leh. *Faints* &lt;/p&gt;Ah, another week coming up. *Hates, hates, hates*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-3952563629893668235?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3952563629893668235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3952563629893668235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3952563629893668235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3952563629893668235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/swan-lake-at-glasgow-royal-concert-hall.html' title='Swan Lake at Glasgow Royal Concert Hall'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxKyTlqr-sI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0kqJegXF11Y/s72-c/IMG_5409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5861459179382216037</id><published>2007-10-13T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:55:53.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 16th month anniversary</title><content type='html'>14th October 2007, a bright day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not much significance of the number 16 months but there is a huge difference being with you. Because of u, I grew up to be a more mature person. Because of u, I learnt not to be such a spoilt girl. Because of u, I learnt the meaning of understanding and compromise. Because of u, I learnt that my actions do not only affect myself, but you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been apart in a LDR for more than 4 months. The longer we're apart, the sooner we'll get to meet once again. The earliest 14th of the month we'll get to celebrate the monthly/yearly anniversary would be next year's August. It may seem long from now but as time passes, the date would approach really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were disagreements and moments where both of us got sick of each other's "attitudes". These are all part and parcel of being in a relationship, I'm sure. Even people living with each other for 50 years argue right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that my other half is YOU. It's one decision that I will never regret. Haha rmber me asking you before we got together "Do you think it's a better idea if we only start after I return from UK?" If we actually did it, I wouldn't be sitting down here writing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm staring out of the window... admiring the brightly litted city of Glasgow, I wish you're here with me. Everywhere I travel to, I wish you could be with me. Every photo I take, I wish that I could just have 1 photo taken with you this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to you, my dear &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LUM WAI KENG&lt;/span&gt;! Love you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxEXm1qr-rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3p1-cZAVWtI/s1600-h/P1012372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120900207305554610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxEXm1qr-rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3p1-cZAVWtI/s400/P1012372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This entry is posted exactly at 3.45am Malaysian time on the 14th October 2007*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Edited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got this website off Yannee's blog: &lt;a href="http://www.feeleverysound.com/avatar.html"&gt;http://www.feeleverysound.com/avatar.html&lt;/a&gt; It's cute!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear, I wanna dance with you. But neither of us know how to do any couple- dances. We'll learn yea?? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.feeleverysound.com/dance8_blog.swf" width="320" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="guyImage=b0cb8a318d877d56fd8e09cf07bf645a.jpg&amp;amp;girlImage=accc805004f4bdd91636d0fbdd42c419.jpg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.feeleverysound.com/dance7_blog.swf" width="320" height="280" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="guyImage=2c5722e9c1619bc3093683bb8746f1a3.jpg&amp;amp;girlImage=01311a544cd001f294ff83baba6094be.jpg"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5861459179382216037?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5861459179382216037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5861459179382216037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5861459179382216037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5861459179382216037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-16th-month-anniversary.html' title='Happy 16th month anniversary'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxEXm1qr-rI/AAAAAAAAAWA/3p1-cZAVWtI/s72-c/P1012372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-1879524714554366107</id><published>2007-10-13T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:22:18.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's tiny-weeny update</title><content type='html'>Pretty much a boring life. With plenty of classes to attend, I didn't had much time for myself. Didn't seem like I'm adjusting to the "back to classes" mood yet. Argh. Can't I just spend one year here enjoying? Like you know, travelling. Since I love travelling so much. We're actually planning a 6-days trip to France in November but it's not like a confirmed thing yet. *I know, I know, don't spank me bcuz it hasn't even been a month since a came back from Italy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Yipin, rmber Faris?? Our form 2 classmate?? He's in Nice! Hope to catch up with him a little bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 embarrassing moments this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1: I broke the handle of my room door. My housemates are calling me "ganas" now. They just couldn't believe their sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAlwlqr-oI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pnI06bTsUzU/s1600-h/P1020863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120634292995357314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAlwlqr-oI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pnI06bTsUzU/s400/P1020863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how it's supposed to look like. I took this from the outside where I didn't pull off the handle. *malunya*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAlw1qr-pI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ra3G9GQbH8E/s1600-h/P1020865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120634297290324626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAlw1qr-pI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ra3G9GQbH8E/s400/P1020865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the other side of the door. I actually cabut the whole thing out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously, I couldn't turn it anymore, therefore I got trapped inside. How did I get myself out: Banging the door to my housemate so they could open it from outside. *Reminder to self: Do not EVER close door from inside bcuz I won't be able to open it.* Still, I did it while rushing out for dance class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No. 2: I fell down. Yup, you read correctly. Stupid boots were slippery on smooth tiles. So I just slipped onto the "guy kneeling down to propose" position and it resulted in a blue-black on my right knee now. I wonder if anyone saw. Ouch!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seem to be pretty silly. Alvin says we're supposed to tell jokes to each other at each other's morning call. Just for a laugh. He makes up jokes to tell me. But I don't need to. I just do silly things everyday coincidently and telling him all my silly actions is enough to make him laugh like crazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is supposed to be a green/yellow/black/ baju Melayu dresscode day. Since I skipped the final class (Health Economics, wth??), I didn't make it for the class photo. So tadaa... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxApD1qr-qI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QWJRASBznH0/s1600-h/P1020875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120637922242722466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxApD1qr-qI/AAAAAAAAAV4/QWJRASBznH0/s400/P1020875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me in baju kebaya. See those leaves changing colour. They are falling too. Everywhere's gloomy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA&lt;/span&gt; to all my friends, including all those back in Malaysia and those here in Glasgow! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooohhh, there's something very exciting this weekend too... Will be at Glasgow Royal Concert Hall for "Irina Kolesnikova and St. Petersburg Ballet Theatre: Swan Lake". Ticket prices are 19.50, 24.50, 27.50 and 30 pounds. Haha, I bought the 30 pounds seat. *=( getting poorer again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-1879524714554366107?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1879524714554366107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=1879524714554366107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1879524714554366107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1879524714554366107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-weeks-tiny-weeny-update.html' title='This week&apos;s tiny-weeny update'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAlwlqr-oI/AAAAAAAAAVo/pnI06bTsUzU/s72-c/P1020863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7302261814465206209</id><published>2007-10-07T03:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T02:36:57.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceilidh</title><content type='html'>What a huge turn up at the Ceilidh (pronounced kay-lee) dance- the traditional Scottish dancing organised for the international students. Definitely a very Scottish event. A stay in Scotland wouldn't be complete without trying it out. Love it and would of course be glad to go for more. Hopefully, there will be another chance. But be prepared, you need lots of energy for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced and danced non stop for hours, except for the occasional short breaks in between dances to catch our breath and the snack session- oatcakes + cheese, shortbread and this really sweet candy thingy (I forgot what is it called). Esther banned me from alcohol. =( So Rinoa says "no" too. I know I'm not supposed to drink. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn semangat, I even had my arm painted with the Scottish flag by one of the girls there. *They were doing it for early birds before the crowd got really big* I've got to announce this, I sweated! Yay!!! Damn happy like got free gold like that hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAeKVqr-lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/upkiFfKF6HE/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120625939283966546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAeKVqr-lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/upkiFfKF6HE/s400/IMG_2715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me with Scottish flag.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAeKlqr-mI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KY-MKPspD90/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120625943578933858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAeKlqr-mI/AAAAAAAAAVY/KY-MKPspD90/s400/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housemates showing off our arm/face paintings. *Esther why you washed it away?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAg6lqr-nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MJFzkSw5kOQ/s1600-h/IMG_2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120628967235910258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAg6lqr-nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/MJFzkSw5kOQ/s400/IMG_2798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *Spot me!*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we hopped into Barony bar, also at the Student Union. Again, another round of dance. I must have burnt up so much calories. Here comes the sad part, calories replaced with the supper I had. Actually I don't care about losing calories. With Khai Yong's sandwich and Desmond's Indomee, I'm more energised. That's why I'm able to blog now. If not, I would already be sleeping like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since semester has started, being in Uni finally feels like being in one. During summer, it was so quiet and damn sien leh. Maybe should have came overseas since 1st year haha. Not too late though since I'm here now! Met quite a number of people lately, most of them international students. Those Italians even named me "Valentina" because it's easier. That's the nicest name among all they suggested. Still, so randomly. Gosh, Jessie is considered easy la. Their names lagi hard to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, running really late now. Quarter to 4am. Better go to bed. Nitey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7302261814465206209?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7302261814465206209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7302261814465206209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7302261814465206209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7302261814465206209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/ceilidh.html' title='Ceilidh'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RxAeKVqr-lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/upkiFfKF6HE/s72-c/IMG_2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3845963439153063210</id><published>2007-10-02T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:27:27.305+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 21st Birthday Ying Qi!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember that we were in the same class in form 2? Wow, that's a long time ago. Blink blink, I counted... 7 years ago. The pretty prefect girl back then in lower secondary school. Then, u quit being a prefect but you never stopped being the hardworking and smart person I know til today. You cared for people whenever you can. You never fail to cheer us up when we're down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University life brings friends far away from each other. Although we only meet once a year, we will always remain as good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY to you!!! Hugss... Take care and I'll see you in December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-3845963439153063210?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3845963439153063210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3845963439153063210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3845963439153063210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3845963439153063210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-21st-birthday-ying-qi.html' title='Happy 21st Birthday Ying Qi!!!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7992280495908923215</id><published>2007-10-01T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:57:34.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem 7 Fever</title><content type='html'>Final year in university... I usually start with wearing something new. I did, last Friday, a cardigan. I'm not superstitious ok? Well, I thought it would be a good start. Somewhat similar to wearing new clothes on the 1st day of CNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombarding us with hours of briefing about our final year. I don't even know what subjects am I taking this year, so you can imagine how blur was I during the briefing. Well, until now, I still don't know. Hold on... I will when the holiday mood is over and when I feel there is the urge to do someting about my studies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes the briefing. And I'm allocated with the research project titled "Lyophilised insert formulations for nasal drug delivery". What I would have to do is formulate active therapeutic compounds of interest with varying chemical properties into lyophilised nasal inserts. Gosh, it involves a whole lot of research in LABS to be able to achieve that. I sort of copied and pasted one line from a whole paragraph of description to briefly show what would I be doing. I hope it will turn out well, and I hope my supervisor Fionna McInnes is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of class... I would always remember this day. Bcuz it's the 1st time I'm able to wake up and get ready in 15 minutes before I run out of the house. Supposed to leave at 8 with the rest but I woke up at 7.57. This girl can never leave house without bathing, so I did, plus... I shampooed my hair as well! N not to mention, I blew dry it as well. It has already became a habit to do so, and I cannot kick it off. I was practically running to the train station to catch the "underground"... Why?? Bcuz of a workshop at the University of Glasgow at the west end with some 4th year medical students. Kan cheong gila the night before bcuz medical students are supposed to have more knowledge compared to us pharmacy students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I wouldn't make it there in time. But, thank god I did, so yeah.. I guess my day wasn't that bad after all! hahaha. Warns myself "No more late night shows for me if I have to wake up early the next day anymore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting, the fire alarm rang again. AGAIN bcuz it just rang last Friday, thanks to Desmond. I know I sound sacarstic, no offence ya? *I know you will read this hehe* We're so happy today's wasn't bcuz of any of us IMU students. Must be some "gwai lou" guys on the lower floors. Yipeeee!!! If not, people would think this bunch of chinese students are a nuisance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7992280495908923215?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7992280495908923215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7992280495908923215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7992280495908923215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7992280495908923215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/10/sem-7-fever.html' title='Sem 7 Fever'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-372302709030499751</id><published>2007-09-26T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:11:55.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mooncake Festival to All</title><content type='html'>Hope all of you had a great time with your family and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us here, we had to entertain ourselves. Had a potluck dinner at Mei Fong's place. Yummy yummy food there. Fried rice, fried noodles, dumpling, sweet-and-sour turkey, 'yok choy' chicken soup, curry chicken and last but not least, the chocolate cake. Did I not mention any? I hope not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meal ended with chinese tea while sharing each other's eventful stories about holidays. Haha couldn't stuff anymore into our already bloated stomaches so we decided to leave the mooncakes for tommorow. Lets see if the moon is still perfectly round tomorrow for us to 'yan seong'. Hehe. And lets hope if we manage to play with candles and lanterns. *Wind... if you hear me, may you not blow as strongly tommorow and I will appreciate your effort in doing so. Million thanks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) I shall be a good girl and go to bed now. I seem to have morning calls everyday at 10am. Mau tidur and bangun lambat also tak boleh. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 2 days before I officially step into my 4th and final year in university. Feels as if I haven't had enough of holidays. Passes by surprisingly quick this time. Time for making new resolutions again. But, sigh, I'm such a procrastinator. Girl, time to change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-372302709030499751?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/372302709030499751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=372302709030499751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/372302709030499751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/372302709030499751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-mooncake-festival-to-all.html' title='Happy Mooncake Festival to All'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4394459999984710998</id><published>2007-09-23T18:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:04:01.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Switzerland</title><content type='html'>Switzerland was my 2nd destination after London. This destination was the total opposite of what we've gone through in London. Switzerland was like heaven with all the luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed, there was already 2 men waiting for our arrival, one was the driver. And drivers wear coats! They pulled our luggages for us, thank god bcuz my hands were already aching from the 1st day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent all our time at Gstaad, a village up on the mountains. We stayed at Gstaad Palace, the most renowned hotel there. It hosted many big named figures. Mind you, we did not need to pay for all these luxury. It's thanks to my mum's customer's company having their 30th anniversary celebration. So they invited 200 over guests from all over the world for a 3days-2nights holiday. I heard he payed about a million for this event. There's even a board outside the hotel saying "Hotel closed to public for private event from 7th to 9th Sept". Everything was payed for, from our meals to the spa and hair saloon, and they even provided shoes, jackets and golf clubs depending on whatever activity you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasP1qr-VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N5uriR6c3nk/s1600-h/P1010616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113463815029913938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasP1qr-VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N5uriR6c3nk/s400/P1010616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's a TV in the bathroom so that you can watch while soaking in the tub. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasQFqr-WI/AAAAAAAAATY/G9kV301H5xg/s1600-h/P1010629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113463819324881250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasQFqr-WI/AAAAAAAAATY/G9kV301H5xg/s400/P1010629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the mountains. It's so relaxing up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasQVqr-XI/AAAAAAAAATg/BnLug4XS75g/s1600-h/P1010667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113463823619848562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasQVqr-XI/AAAAAAAAATg/BnLug4XS75g/s400/P1010667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow on mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1m1qr-fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DeQDjn4Tcy4/s1600-h/P1010670.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1m1qr-fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DeQDjn4Tcy4/s1600-h/P1010670.JPG"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1m1qr-fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DeQDjn4Tcy4/s1600-h/P1010670.JPG"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474105771555314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1m1qr-fI/AAAAAAAAAUg/DeQDjn4Tcy4/s400/P1010670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photographs of famous people who stayed here before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1nVqr-gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/yEwpoRI5gsQ/s1600-h/P1010673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474114361489922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1nVqr-gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/yEwpoRI5gsQ/s400/P1010673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Luxurious car. I wonder whose does it belongs to. Anyone who owns a Bentley like the greyish-silver one behind can propose to me and I'll consider! Haha. Oh no, my bf will kill me for saying that. Which girl would mind having a rich guy?? The answer is none. Then I can become a siu-lai-lai, ohhh how I wish!! I need to wake up from my dream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasQ1qr-YI/AAAAAAAAATo/OoTLTxh-uNY/s1600-h/P1010677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113463832209783170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasQ1qr-YI/AAAAAAAAATo/OoTLTxh-uNY/s400/P1010677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean owners of Bentley like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1nlqr-hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4BDexiUNsHo/s1600-h/P1010678-+Bentley!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474118656457234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1nlqr-hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/4BDexiUNsHo/s400/P1010678-+Bentley!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the scenery. Can I migrate there when I retire??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1n1qr-iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n5HcbJcNk3I/s1600-h/P1010688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474122951424546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1n1qr-iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n5HcbJcNk3I/s400/P1010688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We took the ski-lift thingy (as in the photo above) up the mountain for picnic and down with this cute bus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasRFqr-ZI/AAAAAAAAATw/ApKtOev2QWI/s1600-h/P1010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113463836504750482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasRFqr-ZI/AAAAAAAAATw/ApKtOev2QWI/s400/P1010707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss music &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvatrVqr-aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/41JaQAe6wi4/s1600-h/P1010716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113465386987944354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvatrVqr-aI/AAAAAAAAAT4/41JaQAe6wi4/s400/P1010716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvatrlqr-bI/AAAAAAAAAUA/w7RTQDCSciQ/s1600-h/P1010750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113465391282911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvatrlqr-bI/AAAAAAAAAUA/w7RTQDCSciQ/s400/P1010750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1oFqr-jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s7-gv64j_sE/s1600-h/P1010702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474127246391858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rva1oFqr-jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/s7-gv64j_sE/s400/P1010702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the gala dinner. Performances during dinner was good, but socialising session was pretty boring. I don't know how to socialise with people aged 40+ and who are millionaires ok? They talk about things which I've never heard of. Puts me to sleep only. So what I did to entertain myself was to look out for the cute guy I met earlier. He was there helping his dad, the photographer for the event. We started talking earlier that day when we sat together on the bus. At least we are of the same frequency, not like those rich uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvatsFqr-cI/AAAAAAAAAUI/O5pwLtlrxes/s1600-h/P1010769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113465399872846274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvatsFqr-cI/AAAAAAAAAUI/O5pwLtlrxes/s400/P1010769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A surprise performance after the dinner by Boney M. My mum says my dad will be so jealous if he sees this pic bcuz I have a photo taken with Boney M. They're singers of our parents' generation. I actually didn't know who are they until my mum told me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvatsVqr-dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/p6a_jci0q_8/s1600-h/P1010790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113465404167813586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvatsVqr-dI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/p6a_jci0q_8/s400/P1010790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll get to enjoy this kind of luxury ever again. Ever. It's like a once in a lifetime thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, and if you do go to Switzerland, their butter, cheese, milk and chocolates are must-eat. I ate so much cheese and butter that I wonder if I put on any weight. I put butter in my mouth whenever I feel like it. Damn I must be crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, not many photos taken bcuz mummy warned me not to embarrass myself by taking unnecessary photos. U know, like pics of food, etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4394459999984710998?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4394459999984710998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4394459999984710998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4394459999984710998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4394459999984710998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/switzerland.html' title='Switzerland'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvasP1qr-VI/AAAAAAAAATQ/N5uriR6c3nk/s72-c/P1010616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6785900594637343322</id><published>2007-09-23T18:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T18:54:15.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally time for me to blog about my trip. 1st: London for 2 nights. It totally wasn't enough at all, but I guess I could get my butt there easily again. 1st day was horrible. I hadn't enough sleep the night before, waking up at 4am to catch the flight there. And to walk to Central Station to take a train to the airport was terrible. We even had to take a train from Stansted Airport and walk to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it ended with me having a bad temper the whole day. If that's not enough, my mum was tired too. Travelling with each other while having a bad-tempered day spoilt the day. Luckily the following day was much better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the hop-on, hop-off sightseeing thingy. Well, I had no make up on that day, so I qualified for the under-15 tickets, which was half the price of the normal adult ticket. I even bought the child's ticket to get to the Tower of London. Saved quite a sum from there. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of St. Paul's Cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6Fqr-EI/AAAAAAAAARI/sEp_tetveOY/s1600-h/P1010356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113453545763108930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6Fqr-EI/AAAAAAAAARI/sEp_tetveOY/s400/P1010356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Tower of London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6Vqr-FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JpJhddReZcM/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113453550058076242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6Vqr-FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JpJhddReZcM/s400/P1010378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, London bridge is falling down, my fair lady. Is it supposed to sound like that? I don't remember!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6lqr-GI/AAAAAAAAARY/naT4vwMwErc/s1600-h/P1010387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113453554353043554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6lqr-GI/AAAAAAAAARY/naT4vwMwErc/s400/P1010387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;View of London Eye from the cruise at River Thames.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai61qr-HI/AAAAAAAAARg/RwEhDfh7Wlo/s1600-h/P1010402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113453558648010866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai61qr-HI/AAAAAAAAARg/RwEhDfh7Wlo/s400/P1010402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai7Vqr-II/AAAAAAAAARo/akEMoiAuSic/s1600-h/P1010444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113454808483494114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakDlqr-OI/AAAAAAAAASY/HiIez7rCrWU/s400/P1010450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The White Tower at the Tower of London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakD1qr-PI/AAAAAAAAASg/Bctq8YxU_y0/s1600-h/P1010457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113454812778461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakD1qr-PI/AAAAAAAAASg/Bctq8YxU_y0/s400/P1010457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Westminster Abbey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakEFqr-QI/AAAAAAAAASo/i7p48yHxFrA/s1600-h/P1010497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113454817073428738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakEFqr-QI/AAAAAAAAASo/i7p48yHxFrA/s400/P1010497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Buckingham's Palace gates&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakE1qr-SI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OecgK8Pe30Q/s1600-h/P1010521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113454829958330658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RvakE1qr-SI/AAAAAAAAAS4/OecgK8Pe30Q/s400/P1010521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;View of the Tower Bridge from the compound of Tower of London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rval41qr-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/lcmzk9IEmB8/s1600-h/P1010444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113456822823156018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rval41qr-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/lcmzk9IEmB8/s400/P1010444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palace of Westminster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvam0Vqr-UI/AAAAAAAAATI/mAoUSmhS2ic/s1600-h/P1010504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113457845025372482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvam0Vqr-UI/AAAAAAAAATI/mAoUSmhS2ic/s400/P1010504.JPG" 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/36579108-6785900594637343322?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6785900594637343322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6785900594637343322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6785900594637343322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6785900594637343322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rvai6Fqr-EI/AAAAAAAAARI/sEp_tetveOY/s72-c/P1010356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4173515705976177456</id><published>2007-09-18T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:29:36.048+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks pass really fast huh</title><content type='html'>Well, I thought it would be long, but now I'm back in Glasgow again. Sorry for not updating for weeks. Although I did went online twice using the internet point in Italy, I was too lazy to blog. *Don't kill me!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates about the holidays tomorrow. I flew 5 times in 2 weeks. I'm now airport-phobia. Sick of the waiting time. Not to the extent of airplane-phobia yet, but I will be if I fly again anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I landed... RAIN. I haven't seen droplets of water from the sky for ages. I've been under bright and hot sun for weeks and now, the gloomy and wet Glasgow weather again. Autumn's here. I see people on the streets with winter clothing. I desperately need some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love lazing around at home. No walking, no waking up early in the morning. That's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4173515705976177456?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4173515705976177456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4173515705976177456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4173515705976177456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4173515705976177456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-weeks-pass-really-fast-huh.html' title='2 weeks pass really fast huh'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7323905299050749675</id><published>2007-09-01T01:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T01:22:31.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Celebrations</title><content type='html'>We actually had one here, in Glasgow. It's cool. Thanks to those who organised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang Negaraku so semangatly. We sang Keranamu Malaysia by "lalalala" with the tune bcuz we couldn't remember the lyrics. Hui hoon sang a song. I didn't know she has a lovely voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the best part... FOOD. Glorious and sumptuous food. Quite a number of Malaysian/Chinese food. So much food til some of them have to 'ta pau' food home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li ping, yan nee, shirlyn and jing mein were so into the merdeka mood that they even bought paints to paint their arms with the Malaysian flag and each of them wore each of the 4 colours on the flag. Shame on me that I didn't even think of wearing blue, white, yellow or red. Instead, I wore a blouse in my favourite colour, pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttSgB9oFNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d0_t7IwJ_yY/s1600-h/P9014436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105765312790795474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttSgB9oFNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d0_t7IwJ_yY/s400/P9014436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dr. Christine Dufes and me. She's my tutor. A sweet and cheerful young lady, always smiling and laughing. Love those chit chats at her office. Oh yea, and she's French with a really strong accent. No-problemo hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttSgh9oFOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3gDXpIphrUM/s1600-h/P9014446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105765321380730082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttSgh9oFOI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3gDXpIphrUM/s400/P9014446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know you people are laughing like mad with me and the huge metal bowl. But hey, Hui mei did that too. My fren, girl!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttShB9oFPI/AAAAAAAAARA/ePZjAAfcwBM/s1600-h/IMG_8691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105765329970664690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttShB9oFPI/AAAAAAAAARA/ePZjAAfcwBM/s400/IMG_8691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess the 1st person you will notice in this picture is the red-haired guy. Very bright wei. I need shades for my eyes! :SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7323905299050749675?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7323905299050749675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7323905299050749675&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7323905299050749675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7323905299050749675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/09/merdeka-celebrations.html' title='Merdeka Celebrations'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttSgB9oFNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/d0_t7IwJ_yY/s72-c/P9014436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-1447975557394747506</id><published>2007-08-31T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:56:53.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos entry #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Desmond: Want eat at home 1st before going or go out and eat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: You ask me, of course I say go out and eat lah. I lazy cook lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both: *Laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Ron, Desmond, Akmal and me went for lunch and 'jalan-jalan'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lunch was at "The Goose". They even had a golden coloured goose hanging outside the window.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddCh9oFII/AAAAAAAAAQI/47_207np0Zk/s1600-h/IMG_8469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104651000705717378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="397" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddCh9oFII/AAAAAAAAAQI/47_207np0Zk/s400/IMG_8469.JPG" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was my lunch. Yum yum. Stewed lamb. *miss* I eat lamb so often at home and now, I don't even get it once a month. So kenyang after lunch. Oh ya btw, I weighed myself on the weighing scale and I found out that I neither lost weight nor gained weight. Which is actually good and I'm happy about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddCx9oFJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qq9ot9c8rYI/s1600-h/IMG_8480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104651005000684690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddCx9oFJI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/qq9ot9c8rYI/s400/IMG_8480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why it makes me look so much like a bunny. I'm not ok? Trying to act cute but tak jadi. (I know I'm not cute and I'll never be cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddDh9oFLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TVIen3BLfuw/s1600-h/IMG_8509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104651017885586610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddDh9oFLI/AAAAAAAAAQg/TVIen3BLfuw/s400/IMG_8509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bridge at River Clyde. We were sort of paranoid being there. Specifically, Akmal buz it was at that place where he and some other friends got attacked by drunk people. Advice: Do not go near young guys and girls who appear to be rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttG2R9oFMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZDQjO9HBHiY/s1600-h/IMG_8574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105752500903351490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RttG2R9oFMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZDQjO9HBHiY/s400/IMG_8574.JPG" 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/36579108-1447975557394747506?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1447975557394747506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=1447975557394747506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1447975557394747506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1447975557394747506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos-entry-3.html' title='Photos entry #3'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtddCh9oFII/AAAAAAAAAQI/47_207np0Zk/s72-c/IMG_8469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-1345394286273750539</id><published>2007-08-30T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:04:25.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos entry #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Pollok House, a mansion slightly away from the city centre. Got up early in the morning and took a train from the Central Station. We didn't manage to take the 10.40am train as planned. A group of girls can never be punctual hahaah. It was such a long walk from the train station to the house and the way out seems even longer as we were already tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinoa : Ching yee, you drunk d ar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yealor, drunk from tiredness and fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXMB9oE_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MGqndX65RBc/s1600-h/IMG_3046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104644566844707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXMB9oE_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MGqndX65RBc/s400/IMG_3046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are highland cattles. Alot of them in Scotland. Banyak bulu and tebal-tebal one ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXMh9oFAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nq_TW1ZF63s/s1600-h/IMG_3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104644575434642434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXMh9oFAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nq_TW1ZF63s/s400/IMG_3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXNR9oFBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3JObUqskEDA/s1600-h/P8224307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104644588319544338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXNR9oFBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3JObUqskEDA/s400/P8224307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In front of Pollok House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXNh9oFCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DmRObWI8xpc/s1600-h/P8224312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104644592614511650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXNh9oFCI/AAAAAAAAAPY/DmRObWI8xpc/s400/P8224312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the super huge gardens in the house compound. Bluek Rinoa why you stick your tongue out at me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXOR9oFDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QUyQhODn5Ms/s1600-h/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104644605499413554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXOR9oFDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QUyQhODn5Ms/s400/IMG_3101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weather so hot until I thought I'm gonna get a tan. Which is good bcuz I can see a V-shaped tan when I wore that boob-tube kinda top. And we all thought it might be cold, so we brought our sweaters along. Mana tau it's the hottest day ever since I got here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Star girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXsB9oFEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MdM59WyuB_k/s1600-h/star2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104645116600521794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXsB9oFEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MdM59WyuB_k/s400/star2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say cheesezzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXsh9oFFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BklHpllhM80/s1600-h/pollock+garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104645125190456402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXsh9oFFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BklHpllhM80/s400/pollock+garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do, re, mi... where's 'fa'??? The photographer esther lorrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdaSx9oFHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/E0rqEovjmMw/s1600-h/fun!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104647981343708274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdaSx9oFHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/E0rqEovjmMw/s400/fun!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, no trip would be complete without a picture of our reflection on the ladies' mirror. Rinoa, esther, jessycca, moi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdaFx9oFGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kAS25_Lvvow/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104647758005408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdaFx9oFGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/kAS25_Lvvow/s400/047.JPG" 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/36579108-1345394286273750539?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1345394286273750539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=1345394286273750539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1345394286273750539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1345394286273750539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos-entry-2.html' title='Photos entry #2'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtdXMB9oE_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/MGqndX65RBc/s72-c/IMG_3046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-872449711861422379</id><published>2007-08-30T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:10:36.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos entry #1</title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting much on where I have been lately. Well, 1st was Kelvingrove museum+Hunterian museum+ University of Glasgow. One post for one trip ya people. This time I did not walk there. Yes, I did once... Took me more than an hour. I'm getting lazy lately. Bum bum lazy, legs lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Glasgow. *Think Harry Potter* *Think castle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7jR9oEvI/AAAAAAAAANA/kufw2jDGA08/s1600-h/P8164118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614179951088370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7jR9oEvI/AAAAAAAAANA/kufw2jDGA08/s400/P8164118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The huge organ at the hall of the Kelvingrove Museum. We managed to listen to about 5 minutes of play-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7jx9oEwI/AAAAAAAAANI/hLxNUQayBFc/s1600-h/P8164133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614188541022978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7jx9oEwI/AAAAAAAAANI/hLxNUQayBFc/s400/P8164133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7kh9oExI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bgJHmTu706U/s1600-h/200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614201425924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7kh9oExI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bgJHmTu706U/s400/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressions. Angry, sad, frown, etc. You can see all of them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7kx9oEyI/AAAAAAAAANY/P0tQ6dfHPX4/s1600-h/P8164211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614205720892194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7kx9oEyI/AAAAAAAAANY/P0tQ6dfHPX4/s400/P8164211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7nR9oEzI/AAAAAAAAANg/AHM4G07E_mE/s1600-h/271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614248670565170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7nR9oEzI/AAAAAAAAANg/AHM4G07E_mE/s400/271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8MB9oE0I/AAAAAAAAANo/_hVEUpNJ8EE/s1600-h/P8164247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614880030757698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8MB9oE0I/AAAAAAAAANo/_hVEUpNJ8EE/s400/P8164247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moi love taking photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8Mh9oE1I/AAAAAAAAANw/EJriXmPuk50/s1600-h/P8164256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614888620692306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8Mh9oE1I/AAAAAAAAANw/EJriXmPuk50/s400/P8164256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chased after the car to take this shot. PROTON WIRA. Patriotic right?? Happy 50th Independence Day Malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8Mx9oE2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/SmJVH2_9UCQ/s1600-h/P8164258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614892915659618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8Mx9oE2I/AAAAAAAAAN4/SmJVH2_9UCQ/s400/P8164258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another shot of the uni from a hill. Pictures below are from the University of Glasgow. See how beautiful is the uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8NR9oE3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/w8sQ8yqLCAo/s1600-h/P8164259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614901505594226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8NR9oE3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/w8sQ8yqLCAo/s400/P8164259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8Nx9oE4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tHUKcxuaJpo/s1600-h/P8164260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104614910095528834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc8Nx9oE4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/tHUKcxuaJpo/s400/P8164260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me hearts flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9BB9oE5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8WqJddCfFd0/s1600-h/P8164266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104615790563824530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9BB9oE5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8WqJddCfFd0/s400/P8164266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9BR9oE6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/GQfc4EVBMYs/s1600-h/P8164268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104615794858791842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9BR9oE6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/GQfc4EVBMYs/s400/P8164268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9Bx9oE7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/g74e-8DD99E/s1600-h/317.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moi taking a stroll in the uni. How I wish I'm studying here instead of Strathclyde. Everyday waking up to a Harry Potter surrounding.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9CR9oE8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/l0jNRQAEBro/s1600-h/323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104615812038661058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9CR9oE8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/l0jNRQAEBro/s400/323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9DR9oE9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/k9jugdewqV8/s1600-h/325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104615829218530258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9DR9oE9I/AAAAAAAAAOw/k9jugdewqV8/s400/325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets play hide and seek hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9wR9oE-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/wkfPierzGAY/s1600-h/334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104616602312643554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc9wR9oE-I/AAAAAAAAAO4/wkfPierzGAY/s400/334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-872449711861422379?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/872449711861422379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=872449711861422379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/872449711861422379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/872449711861422379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/photos-entry-1.html' title='Photos entry #1'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rtc7jR9oEvI/AAAAAAAAANA/kufw2jDGA08/s72-c/P8164118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4777640186193263082</id><published>2007-08-28T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:41:35.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Happily away I wanted to announce to my family that my exams are FINALLY over (after such a long time of seemingly-endless exams), I heard a shocking news. Maybe I shouldn't have called home, then I wouldn't know about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think life seem short? When I was younger, I was blessed with a perfect environment where I don't see death. That stayed until about 2-3 years ago. I remembered my legs turned weak that I almost dropped onto the ground. Knowing that the person you've seen since you're born would not be there any longer. Not only knowing, you also need to accept it. Only memories stay in your mind. The only images you have now are photos of that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 2 yrs have passed, in fact, it's going to be 3 yrs, but it felt like it was just yesterday that I met you. Of course I couldn't rmber the times when you lifted me up when I was still a baby, but I can imagine that. I knew you loved me, a lot, giving me what I wanted even though my parents spanked me for being so demanding as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never shed a tear in front of people, that's not bcuz I'm emotionless. I know you would know how I feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, another relative of mine left. I guess what disturbs me more now is the people around. I can imagine tears and wails. I hope they will be emotionally strong. Most importantly, I hope my grandfather will be able to accept it calmly. I'm helpless here bcuz I'm so far away. During moments like this, I hope I'm at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray and wish that you, my granduncle would be attain nibbana and therefore be free from samsara. May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4777640186193263082?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4777640186193263082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4777640186193263082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4777640186193263082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4777640186193263082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3367338864566447813</id><published>2007-08-26T14:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T14:40:18.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I own a Lumix</title><content type='html'>Wohooo... Thanks mummy for getting me a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my new baby looks like... A DMC TZ2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGAXB9oEuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PPr9gHFTsQI/s1600-h/DMCTZ2EBK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103000985939743458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGAXB9oEuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PPr9gHFTsQI/s400/DMCTZ2EBK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't she cool in black?? I don't know why I'm calling it a 'she' but it will have the same gender as me! hhaah. With a 10x optical zoom, I can now take shots which are far away. My mum said it's kinda bigger than those that I want, but it should be fine I guess. She actually chose the black one so I will kena 'tipu' that it is not that big after all. (Black makes you look sleek, rmber Pendidikan Seni in high school?) Funny mummy of mine huh? Well, my handbag is not that small either. I can't wait to try out on her when 'she' flies here from Msia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is from the top. I can't find pics of her in black. The black is so much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGADx9oEsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vhqCSIfpukA/s1600-h/4280-PanasonicTZ2top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103000655227261634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGADx9oEsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vhqCSIfpukA/s400/4280-PanasonicTZ2top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGAEB9oEtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gHWC9dRt4Ns/s1600-h/4280-PanasonicTZ2back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103000659522228946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGAEB9oEtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gHWC9dRt4Ns/s400/4280-PanasonicTZ2back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my mum's so nice. Knowing that her daughter loves taking pics and loves camwhoring, she even upgraded the 1G memory card to a 2G one. Haha. More reason for me to camwhore now. Talk about vanity and me. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually I still wonder if that 2G memory space is enough for my 14 days trip?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So excited, no mood to study already. Sigh. Enough of daydreaming about holidays and let me finish my exam 1st. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-3367338864566447813?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3367338864566447813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3367338864566447813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3367338864566447813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3367338864566447813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-own-lumix.html' title='I own a Lumix'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RtGAXB9oEuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/PPr9gHFTsQI/s72-c/DMCTZ2EBK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6310220336335844522</id><published>2007-08-25T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T16:27:32.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody pls offer help</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how to log into a MSN web messenger service with a Yahoo email address? bcuz I usually sign into Windows live messenger using my yahoo email add n now this stupid thing is not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLSSSS... I'm dying without the MSN messenger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6310220336335844522?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6310220336335844522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6310220336335844522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6310220336335844522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6310220336335844522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/somebody-pls-offer-help.html' title='Somebody pls offer help'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-2837565189402422362</id><published>2007-08-24T21:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:08:39.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSET</title><content type='html'>Couldn't log into MSN. Don't know what the heck is the problem. Argh. MSN and Skype and the whole internet thingy is my LIFE here lah. Life at home=on the lappy. No lappy= no communication= sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have been looking at Glasgow lately. Specifically, Kelvingrove and Pollok House. But gotta read up PP3 now. Everyone seem to have started except me so I better too. So, post on the trips laterz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. XOXO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-2837565189402422362?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2837565189402422362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=2837565189402422362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2837565189402422362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2837565189402422362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/upset.html' title='UPSET'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5167092260477768838</id><published>2007-08-22T00:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T00:22:44.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Condoms up for free!</title><content type='html'>Damn funny wei. I was browsing the Strathclyde's Student Union webby, then I spotted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Hour Tuesdays running all summer. Open from 3pm til 3am. All drinks 99p. Wah. So tempting. Today is Tuesday night sumore. But nobody to go with me. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right below it, another anouncement says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RstxJHSA2WI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hiFFCrvE9hQ/s1600-h/small-safesex.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101295404314581346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RstxJHSA2WI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hiFFCrvE9hQ/s400/small-safesex.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I opened it, and it says "Free condoms are available throughout the summer from Ask4 in the Students Union so pop in or stock up before you go away."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Universities student union provides free condoms. How cooler can they be right?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we know why it's so sucky living in Malaysia where it's super conservative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So people, grab them while you can before summer's over. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5167092260477768838?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5167092260477768838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5167092260477768838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5167092260477768838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5167092260477768838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/condoms-up-for-free.html' title='Condoms up for free!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RstxJHSA2WI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hiFFCrvE9hQ/s72-c/small-safesex.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-3867154382981241629</id><published>2007-08-21T16:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:14:05.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>I'm already so-called starting my holidays. Haha. It's so nice to be able to relax and do nothing. I can surf the net all I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a music video of Polina Semionova.&lt;br /&gt;Song title: Demo (Letzter Tag) by Herbert Gronemeyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention on her feet and hands and her movements. Lovely work. Such poise. She's an AMAZING ballerina! All those simple steps were made so lovely with her grace combined with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzCs2VwJqTw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzCs2VwJqTw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the instrumental version without the lyrics. I somehow like this better. The music is so inspiring. It makes me feel "I'm going to try harder to be a better dancer". 1st task: Make my grand jete better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FieWP-BwPOE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FieWP-BwPOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/36579108-3867154382981241629?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3867154382981241629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=3867154382981241629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3867154382981241629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/3867154382981241629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6942350802276141559</id><published>2007-08-20T23:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:32:14.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Golden Hair Girl" no more</title><content type='html'>Today was PP3 OTC dispensing exam. What we're supposed to do is act as real pharmacists attending to patients coming into our pharmacy. Asking the right questions to make sure he's having the right condition in mind, and dispensing the right medication is part of the exam. The whole process is recorded on a tape and will be viewed by our lecturers to be examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're now down with only the final paper, our nightmare paper, PP3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's after exam, I told myself "It's about time I dye my hair back to its original colour." I procrastinated for such a long time already although I've already bought the hair dye bcuz I felt like abit 'sayang' cuz I like the golden hair so much. So we did THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobXnSA2PI/AAAAAAAAALg/jlA6FliJQak/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100919620445985010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobXnSA2PI/AAAAAAAAALg/jlA6FliJQak/s400/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presenting Ms. Garbage Girl. I look so horrible in the stupid so-called garbage bag t-shirt. But it's the only way to protect my clothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobX3SA2QI/AAAAAAAAALo/6awfK3y8nlY/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100919624740952322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobX3SA2QI/AAAAAAAAALo/6awfK3y8nlY/s400/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hairdresser #1 with oversized gloves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobYXSA2RI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Gklos4kt80/s1600-h/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100919633330886930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobYXSA2RI/AAAAAAAAALw/-Gklos4kt80/s400/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me meddling with the dye kit. Need to learn bcuz never actually do it on our own before. Mummy always do it for me when I'm at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobYnSA2SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4LEMMO6WCFw/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100919637625854242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobYnSA2SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4LEMMO6WCFw/s400/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hairdresser #2 with the tools hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoaxnSA2KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qeh-YNa8ZTs/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100918967610955938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoaxnSA2KI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qeh-YNa8ZTs/s400/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Workplace! Us being vain lol. They can open hair saloon liao lor and charge you people for it. Hmm it's something we can think about u know, since we're so broke here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoayHSA2LI/AAAAAAAAALA/whHYmpsk8D0/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100918976200890546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoayHSA2LI/AAAAAAAAALA/whHYmpsk8D0/s400/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hairdressers reunited. Showing off their assets... their hands. Come, lets zoom in further...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoaynSA2MI/AAAAAAAAALI/rMhgWJukZNw/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100918984790825154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoaynSA2MI/AAAAAAAAALI/rMhgWJukZNw/s400/102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dye stuck to their fingers. Oh no, I'm so sorry for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scroll down to see the result!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lalala&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rsoay3SA2NI/AAAAAAAAALQ/imFi2T6GRuw/s1600-h/P8214288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100918989085792466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rsoay3SA2NI/AAAAAAAAALQ/imFi2T6GRuw/s400/P8214288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dark brown hair! Don't be fooled by the lightness of the colour due to the yellow lights in my room. It's actually almost black when you see me in real person. It's even darker than my original hair colour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoazXSA2OI/AAAAAAAAALY/l39IiOBIn50/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100918997675727074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsoazXSA2OI/AAAAAAAAALY/l39IiOBIn50/s400/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, THIS is my actual colour now. Black right??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After so many months with golden hair, I'm feeling abit not used to having dark coloured hair. Need to adjust myself to it again. It is changes which make life more interesting right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks girls for becoming my 'hairdressers' of the day. You are both so cool. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6942350802276141559?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6942350802276141559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6942350802276141559&amp;isPopup=true' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6942350802276141559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6942350802276141559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/golden-hair-girl-no-more.html' title='&quot;Golden Hair Girl&quot; no more'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RsobXnSA2PI/AAAAAAAAALg/jlA6FliJQak/s72-c/072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7480475763920324752</id><published>2007-08-18T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:43:38.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Yourself Malaysia</title><content type='html'>MALAYSIA, you gotta do something about those issues sang in the rap 'Negarakuku' if you want to progress. I would say that they were in fact very precise regarding what's happening in the country, for instance, the working attitude of the government servants and the police. I've seen both with my own eyes before.  Police wearing a batch with the logo saying no to 'rasuah' but on the other hand, verbally asking for bribe. He spent so much of his time talking but all his words have only one single hidden meaning "MONEY PLEASE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the attitude of this lady working in the Foreign Affair Ministry is just unbearable. She was so fierce on the phone to us students enquiring if our Letter of Good Conduct was ready. I could remember I was so damn annoyed I felt like shouting and cursing her if she got any worse. And she just put the phone on hold without asking me to hold on and there wasn't any 'Good morning' or whatsoever greetings from her when she picked up the phone. I should have continued saying good morning until she replied me with the same greeting, wth. And my call got passed around to so many people before finally somebody attended to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, can someone teach the government that they should have the habit of answering calls?? 4 out of 5 times a call would not be picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is wrong of him to create a song like this. Suing him is right bcuz he and the rest need to learn a lesson NOT to do things which are inpatriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single issue mentioned is a problem and a threat to the country. You big shot people in the government crave to put M'sia up high but certain things will bring the country's name down indefinitely. So many people are already opting to work somewhere else instead of Msia. Even myself, if I do not have such a hassle applying to be a pharmacist in the UK, I'm quite sure I wouldn't return to Msia and serve the government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7480475763920324752?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7480475763920324752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7480475763920324752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7480475763920324752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7480475763920324752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/change-yourself-malaysia.html' title='Change Yourself Malaysia'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8866714669660727838</id><published>2007-08-18T01:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:46:09.698+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all M105s&lt;/span&gt; who convocated today, especially &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my dear Alvin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I know you have been looking forward for today. I know how jealous you were during my convocation in May. I'm not gonna sleep unless I accidentally I doze off from tiredness bcuz I wanna feel as if I'm there with you. Sharing your happiness and pride at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You officially completed half your course. And the next half would be even tougher to survive. But I know you can do it, and you will go through it with courage and strength. It wouldn't be easy. Nobody said it's going to be close to easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much and I wish I am actually there. I know how stubborn I can be at times (very, in fact), but I don't mean it bcuz I am soft inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you in the robe so so badly. Stupid skype wasn't working properly. Curse skype. Curse skype like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8866714669660727838?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8866714669660727838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8866714669660727838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8866714669660727838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8866714669660727838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/congrats.html' title='Congrats'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4146784635923280245</id><published>2007-08-17T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:33:54.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A change in my blog</title><content type='html'>Look. I have a new template! I just had to upgrade from my old template, and the editing the new layout is simple! Somebody had to make me mad, so instead of going down to the grocery store to get a drink, if u guys know what I mean by a drink, I spent my time changing my layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite satisfied with it. I managed to retain everything from my old blog. *Michelle, Blogger's better! hahaha...* What's lacking now is that I don't have my favourite pink colour anymore. Maybe I've decided that I'm old enough to grow out of pink. Maybe not, but I just feel I need some changes in something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've decided to be more mature and not to care about things which makes me upset anymore. I'll learn to shun those thoughts away so that I would be a happier person. Maybe I choose to be ignorant. I don't know if it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the 'not nice' person. You're always the nice one. Even right before I left to come miles away, I'm still the bad one. Yes you're always right and I'm always wrong. It's your convo and I'm not happy for you, right? Go and find out if I'm happy for you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4146784635923280245?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4146784635923280245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4146784635923280245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4146784635923280245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4146784635923280245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/change-in-my-blog.html' title='A change in my blog'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4218321528146836779</id><published>2007-08-17T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:25:52.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo post</title><content type='html'>Why does things have to be so sucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should be blame when things do not go well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame god? Blame others? Blame myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, blaming myself for being so silly and careless. And blame Anne Boyter too! Made so many stupid mistakes in exemption exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit kepala and still have to worry if I'll pass PP degree exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never eat grilled bread although they are nice to be used to make sandwiches. Blame the bread for causing my sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4218321528146836779?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4218321528146836779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4218321528146836779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4218321528146836779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4218321528146836779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/emo-post.html' title='Emo post'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4847241781211053729</id><published>2007-08-14T22:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:27:33.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Half my freedom obtained</title><content type='html'>I just did my FMT 2 exams yesterday. Not too good, but fine. Pharmacy practice was today. I screw up my chance to be exempted from the final degree exams. Well, never was I at the top of the class in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As holidays come nearer, I couldn't be more than excited. London, Switzerland, Italy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine how crazy I can be at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the night before FMT 2, very late at night, I didn't had the mood to study. So what I did was a list of places to travel to in Europe and I taped it on my wall. That's my target, to get to visit a total of 13 countries within a year, excluding the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see my mum too. Can't believe I'll be seeing her in less than 3 weeks. Seeing a family member here so far away from home is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I do not need to think of anything else besides PP. I guess it's about time for me to relax after such a stressful semester that would possibly turned me mad if I wasn't tough enough. Many almost-breakdowns during the torture I experienced the last few weeks... Thank god I get to laugh around with my housemates to de-stress and I'm lucky my bf doesn't mind paying expensive phone bills keep me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4847241781211053729?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4847241781211053729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4847241781211053729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4847241781211053729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4847241781211053729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/half-my-freedom-obtained.html' title='Half my freedom obtained'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6185723583341053096</id><published>2007-08-03T13:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:27:01.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boleh masak telur</title><content type='html'>That's what we call it when we score a damn zero for an exam. I have an 'egg' now bcuz my 100 marks were deducted to 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 marks for legal category, 60 marks for not writing something that I couldn't even find in the BNF, 10 marks for writing too much info on the dose (write too little, minus marks, write too much eso minus marks, wth), 5 marks for telling the patient to do the wrong thing, 15 marks for not telling the doctor to adjust the dose 1 week later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a total of 100 marks deducted from my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW IT. I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. Take all you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now proudly tell myself I've got a zero. Isn't it cool?? -_-" *sarcarstic*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivate me to pass the next one. I DESPERATELY NEED TO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6185723583341053096?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6185723583341053096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6185723583341053096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6185723583341053096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6185723583341053096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/08/boleh-masak-telur.html' title='Boleh masak telur'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-974860903185418141</id><published>2007-07-30T15:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:28:35.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>exams sigh</title><content type='html'>Imagine it was a real patient I was dispensing my medication to this morning, and not an exam, I might have just got one of them (I got a dog as a patient too hehe) killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not until THAT extent, but I'm quite sure they would deduct many marks from me for the slightest mistake. *curses* Bye-bye 60 marks *sobs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 class test down.... 1 more class test to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the handling up of lab reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by FMT 1 degree exam and FMT 2 degree exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Pharm practice exemption exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Pharm practice degree exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exhaustive right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A BREAK! damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To entertain myself, I took photos of this pretty thing my friend plucked from a tree while studying out in the gardens. It's some berries, but it's poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rq4CE-ZAViI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SDWaQiUoRuc/s1600-h/P7304031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093010513093219874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rq4CE-ZAViI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SDWaQiUoRuc/s400/P7304031.JPG" 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/36579108-974860903185418141?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/974860903185418141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=974860903185418141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/974860903185418141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/974860903185418141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/pharmacy-practice.html' title='exams sigh'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rq4CE-ZAViI/AAAAAAAAAHw/SDWaQiUoRuc/s72-c/P7304031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-1516941527443119965</id><published>2007-07-23T21:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:16:24.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>big smileee</title><content type='html'>Thanks elot for being so thoughtful for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can not imagine how surprised and grateful and appreciative I am to hear what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure my grandparents are just as happy as well to have you being so caring towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is dedicated to you. Hehe. Although I'm so busy I can hardly do anything else, I still spent a few minutes typing this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-1516941527443119965?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1516941527443119965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=1516941527443119965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1516941527443119965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1516941527443119965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/big-smileee.html' title='big smileee'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-1369214137525158898</id><published>2007-07-21T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T19:02:57.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>is this considered a pre-exam post??</title><content type='html'>OMG.. I swear i will start saving from now n spend less money shopping. Really really need to ikat perut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention of shopping at all. Until my housemate came running back telling me she thought she lost her purse when she actually left it at home. She realised it when she was at the til at NEXT. Damn, NEXT is on sale. So is River Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, I told her, we'll go for 1 hour. A really fast one just to see what they offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They closed their fitting rooms due to the sale. And items bought are supposed to be tried at home and to be returned if they do not fit. So, I'm like 'ambil sajalah'. If I don't want them later, no prob at all bcuz I can return them. Surprisingly, when I reached home, they fit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got a brand which fits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a super rushed shopping ended up with me buying so many things. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white denim which I've been hunting for even before I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI8zOZAVeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0ENi4xcTqik/s1600-h/P7223966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089697379616052706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI8zOZAVeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0ENi4xcTqik/s400/P7223966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI80OZAVfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VxnM8_j7i-E/s1600-h/P7223974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089697396795921906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI80OZAVfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VxnM8_j7i-E/s400/P7223974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Formal handbag. Which I don't even know why I need it. But, bah, I like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI80uZAVgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FR6oY0uD2Qs/s1600-h/P7223977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089697405385856514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI80uZAVgI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FR6oY0uD2Qs/s400/P7223977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI81uZAVhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xTpGov1Qu8A/s1600-h/P7223983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089697422565725714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI81uZAVhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xTpGov1Qu8A/s400/P7223983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be having exams non stop every week next week onwards. Therefore, I think I would be updating less so that I could spend more time burying my heads in my lovely darling books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, how I wish I love them so that I can spend more time with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-1369214137525158898?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1369214137525158898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=1369214137525158898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1369214137525158898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/1369214137525158898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/damn-bimbo.html' title='is this considered a pre-exam post??'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RqI8zOZAVeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0ENi4xcTqik/s72-c/P7223966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5060527295351575933</id><published>2007-07-18T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:47:20.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sterile, sterility, sterilisation</title><content type='html'>Goodness, I have come across these few words for millions of times. Currently reading about everything which is related to these 3 words. FMT sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, I had my 1st sterile lab. Had to change into sterile suits. Before putting it on, we had to strip til our bras n undies. I can't seem to breathe through the face mask, hence resulting in me lifting it up occasionally to take a deep breath of air. I bet the air is not fresh either, just plain sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a needle stick injury too = blood = not sterile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god it was a clean needle. Trying to unsheath it before use. Pull, pull, pull, damn tight, pull harder n harder... opss... too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( Had to report accident n get plasters. Reporting it felt like a questioning session. Procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weird. I admit. When I fall down, sprained my ankle, etc... I don't cry. I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5060527295351575933?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5060527295351575933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5060527295351575933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5060527295351575933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5060527295351575933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/sterile-sterility-sterilisation.html' title='sterile, sterility, sterilisation'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8046527890058437997</id><published>2007-07-16T21:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:09:26.672+01:00</updated><title type='text'>productive shopping</title><content type='html'>1st time I feel so satisfied with shopping. Spent the least time shopping but got something which I love the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purple evening dress from Mango. Halter necked, with the back bare until the waist. I can't seem to find the words to describe it except for the word "PERFECT". I actually bought it bcuz I needed one for some company's gala dinner later on in Sept in Switzerland. And it just appeared at the right moment. It's difficult finding evening gowns here in the UK. Everything is just so flowery and summer-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opss sorry no photo cuz I can't wear my bra with it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disadvantages??? I'm 45 pounds poorer and my bf is annoyed (and mad) that it's too sexy. Looks like I would need to spend lesser on food til the end of the month instead to make up for the amount I paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8046527890058437997?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8046527890058437997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8046527890058437997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8046527890058437997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8046527890058437997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/productive-shopping.html' title='productive shopping'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8361126783446794818</id><published>2007-07-15T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:49:22.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd fire alarm</title><content type='html'>Sigh, sadly to say, we rang the fire alarm for the 3rd time since we got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, these things never seem to stop, does it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it's from my unit! Yes, my unit... my flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine was cooking when I got back home. Well, I didn't know something was wrong when I got home. Slumber-ly I walked into my room without knowing there's a fire in the kitchen and like 2 seconds later, the fire alarm rang! Shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid grill-oven was flaming for god-knows-what reason. Memang cacated one lah. Before this, it's either too hot or not hot enough. Complaint has been made twice. They fixed it but it's still problematic. Now catch fire somemore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firebrigade and firemen came.. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what they hell, they think we did not close our door while cooking again that's why the alarm went off. Bcuz when we were about to run down, the fire slowly put off by itself. So, they saw no fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, the oven was on fire and my neighbours purposely opened their doors so that the alarm rings and people can evacuate bcuz there was a fire. I saw it with my own eyes ok? (after the alarm rang, I could still walk to the kitchen to catch sight of the fire) They think we're liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they expect us to do?? Leave the fire alone and do nothing abt it? Use your brains to think lah. Marah us somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accuse us for what??? Does it mean we should only call those firemen when the fire turns into a raging one? So the next time when there's a fire, we just sit down until it turns huge enough before we call them la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bengang betul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8361126783446794818?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8361126783446794818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8361126783446794818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8361126783446794818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8361126783446794818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/3rd-fire-alarm.html' title='3rd fire alarm'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-599364543676444867</id><published>2007-07-15T00:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T19:31:04.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1st trip out of town</title><content type='html'>With a lack of sleep, I went for this event called jousting at Linlithgow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny, I had phone calls from home and bf asking where am I. And twice I had to ask someone beside me where am/was I. But now, yes now, I can finally remember that name. Susah lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the way to Edinburgh. We took a train and I realised it was super fast that we got shocked (well, rinoa and me) when one of those train passed by us while we were at the station on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stand in front of the yellow line in Msia although they tell u not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never do it here bcuz the train's so fast that it's so dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress, sat with an elderly couple from China. They started small-talk (chit-chat) with us, but the 'banana' me can only reply certain questions. Other than that, I just SMILEEE and nod at what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was nothing much except the historical palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic taken at the entrance. 8 pounds tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphHTp-LZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DZA0oGWlTMw/s1600-h/IMG_2110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485507231690130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphHTp-LZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DZA0oGWlTMw/s400/IMG_2110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stole the swords to fight like knights. hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphHzp-LaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nUYaigtic3Q/s1600-h/IMG_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485515821624738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphHzp-LaI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nUYaigtic3Q/s400/IMG_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jousting... Knights on horses battling to see who will win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphkDp-LeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AN_Mix1o_9o/s1600-h/P7143913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087486001152929250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphkDp-LeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AN_Mix1o_9o/s400/P7143913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphJDp-LdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kao1NFZhd3U/s1600-h/P7143843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485537296461266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphJDp-LdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/kao1NFZhd3U/s400/P7143843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the train station before we left. Showing the place where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphIDp-LbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HRBleZlP5KA/s1600-h/IMG_2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485520116592050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphIDp-LbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/HRBleZlP5KA/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cute pic taken by Rinoa by accident. We look like little girls somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphIjp-LcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qOroPax5IiM/s1600-h/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087485528706526658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphIjp-LcI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qOroPax5IiM/s400/IMG_2217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pics at &lt;a href="http://jessiemissya.multiply.com/"&gt;http://jessiemissya.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will post my collection of photos there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-599364543676444867?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/599364543676444867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=599364543676444867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/599364543676444867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/599364543676444867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-trip-out-of-town.html' title='1st trip out of town'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpphHTp-LZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DZA0oGWlTMw/s72-c/IMG_2110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-9131597437756390705</id><published>2007-07-12T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:06:40.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky movie</title><content type='html'>Went for my 1st movie in Glasgow. Cost me £3.40 to watch Harry Potter. That's discounted price using Snapfax. In msian ringgit, it's a sum of over 20 ringgit. Student price back there is only rm6 or 7. Wah, can watch 3 movies back home already loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the whole point of this entry is that the movie sucks. It's the lamest episode of all the Harry potter movies so far. Lame enough to get people to sleep in the cinema. I had to try not to fidget around too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climax doesn't seem like a climax. The whole movie was just 'flat'. And tadaaaaa, the end! There wasn't any impact on me that the fighting scene started and ended. What a dissapointment. I was hoping for something much much better since I've been waiting to watch this movie since a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Umbridge in the movie is typically like our Anne Boyter in Pharmacy practice class. Just imagine her and u can imagine what we are going through with her as our marker during exams. Everything's just so similar: the laugh, the pitch of voice, the way they speak, the cunningness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reminder to those who had not been there, do not start taking your cameras/handphones with built-in cameras out and snap pics with it. People there might just confiscate your cameras/handphones til the show ends. That happened to one of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the entrance to the theatre, you might hear questions like "Did you bring any recording device?" and duhhhhh obviously the answer "no". Who wants their things confiscated if you say yes right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-9131597437756390705?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9131597437756390705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=9131597437756390705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/9131597437756390705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/9131597437756390705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/went-for-my-1st-movie-in-glasgow.html' title='Sucky movie'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4568717402247170953</id><published>2007-07-10T15:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T15:23:50.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the beauty of colours</title><content type='html'>One can never imagine how pretty colours can be. One can never imagine how pretty flowers can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maple tree that can never be found in Msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOT7tTPsEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vp69TIJtcu0/s1600-h/P6093497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085571058213302338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOT7tTPsEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vp69TIJtcu0/s400/P6093497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A super huge rose. As big as my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTl9TPsDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HtujBB_7Lzw/s1600-h/IMG_1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085570684551147570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTl9TPsDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HtujBB_7Lzw/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisies are all over where I live. The sight of the plentiful daisies when I walk out of my apartment everyday never fails to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how they look on a bright and sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTH9TPr-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6qpvmaadhlg/s1600-h/P6063432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085570169155071970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTH9TPr-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6qpvmaadhlg/s400/P6063432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daisies look miserable if the weather get miserable (brr... too cold). No pic taken of that. They look like they just shrink up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTIdTPr_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ccq3JEwjNhY/s1600-h/P6063435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085570177745006578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTIdTPr_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ccq3JEwjNhY/s400/P6063435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this pic. Everywhere you go, Glasgow typically looks like this. Sampai cannot recognise roads. Ancient!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTI9TPsAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bPz2fPOTiKk/s1600-h/P6103517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085570186334941186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTI9TPsAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bPz2fPOTiKk/s400/P6103517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PINKKKK!!! My favourite colour! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTJNTPsBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rv73Lvc8RMo/s1600-h/P6113573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085570190629908498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTJNTPsBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rv73Lvc8RMo/s400/P6113573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lovely... Taken at a park. Don't cha wish we have parks that look like this back in Msia?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTJ9TPsCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fPOpmZrsF7s/s1600-h/P6113575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085570203514810402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOTJ9TPsCI/AAAAAAAAAGI/fPOpmZrsF7s/s400/P6113575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4568717402247170953?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4568717402247170953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4568717402247170953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4568717402247170953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4568717402247170953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/beauty-of-colours.html' title='the beauty of colours'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpOT7tTPsEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vp69TIJtcu0/s72-c/P6093497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5048356699624231816</id><published>2007-07-09T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:35:28.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dance = love</title><content type='html'>There hasn't been any exercises for me since I'm here. Well, unless walking out to buy groceries counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about walking, I thought of my car. I miss my car! I hope I still remember how to drive when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how's my Myvi doing. Maybe I would not be able to even recognise my car bcuz too-rich-dunno-where-to-spend-money bro would modify my car kao kao. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there's nothing else better to do here, I'll be going for my 1st ballet class in Glasgow tomorrow! I'll have to wait til tmr to see how it goes. Kinda excited. Ballet in a Western country must be different from the *ahem* Msia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I do not end up hearing 'crack crack' from my stiff and unflexible body. Damn long never do ballet already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5048356699624231816?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5048356699624231816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5048356699624231816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5048356699624231816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5048356699624231816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/exercise.html' title='dance = love'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-2620721910116998484</id><published>2007-07-09T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T11:20:50.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home</title><content type='html'>Not dat soon lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December wei... Still got half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family already. Especially my grandparents. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I got my ticket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpIKstTPr9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TXqeTJc2TxM/s1600-h/P7093815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085138692445548498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpIKstTPr9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TXqeTJc2TxM/s400/P7093815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn blardy expensive lah. Enough to cut throat. What to do... Travelling at christmas holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything needs money. No money no talk.&lt;br /&gt;Want go back... need money.&lt;br /&gt;Want go holiday... need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tying my stomach from my 'old habit' of eating alot of junk food. So that,&lt;br /&gt;1. I can save some cash. Junk food so expensive wei.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can NOT gain weight until later I can't even fit into my current clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Lame entry.&lt;br /&gt;No class this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-2620721910116998484?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2620721910116998484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=2620721910116998484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2620721910116998484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2620721910116998484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming home'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RpIKstTPr9I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TXqeTJc2TxM/s72-c/P7093815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7875216060827965564</id><published>2007-07-06T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:27:54.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month in glasgow</title><content type='html'>Time really flies. Can't wait to see my family cuz I miss them so sooo much. But right now, I'd better think of getting through sem 6. I'm dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually hunting for lovely bikinis and i haven't seem to spotted it so far.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One which is nice in colour, nice in design and seexxeehhh enough! heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my pharmacy practice class test 1 today. They disallowed my protocol. Each of us were allowed to write a protocol and hand it up to them before the exam so that they would put on our tables for the exam. Up to now, I still have no idea at all why they disallowed certain of our protocols. They should have made it clear to us what can be written and what must not. Wasting my whole night writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing it without the protocol wasn't easy. I did not make myself remember much things bcuz I thought I could refer to MY protocol. I did fairly ok I guess and fairly alright means I'm gonna fail anyway but not up to the extent of a mark which is too negative (I hope). I don't mind getting slightly below zero, not too much though. For u guys who do not know, this subject is stupid bcuz they minus marks from us like crazy. Getting something right doesn't score us as much marks as what we get deducted for for ONE mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Ian Millar is expressionless. I was dispensing a laxative for constipation. He made me so nervous that I said "Do not take too much of this drug though, bcuz it would result in diarrhoea instead and I'm sure you do not want that as well". And I tried giggling abit to make him laugh as well. Hahaha... I can't stand dispensing medication to an expressionless face lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a few magnesium carbonates made in tabletting labs we had 1 week ago. Too many were discarded while trying to get tablets within the suitable weight and hardness. Therefore, it sort of tempted me to 'curi' them back as souvenirs. The 5 tablets are currently lying on my shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7ejtTPr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pUTVCaJxpvA/s1600-h/P7033762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084245734384971682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7ejtTPr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pUTVCaJxpvA/s400/P7033762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And that's a pharmacist's good companion... the BNF. I can see the lines on the book! Goodness, I only owned the book for exactly ONE month. I can't imagine how it will look like after one year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recently made a change of look during laboratory sessions. From the snorkelling-look macam ini...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7fiNTPr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cjWM_agZblM/s1600-h/P7033778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084246808126795714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7fiNTPr8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cjWM_agZblM/s400/P7033778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This ugly gorgles was bought from IMU.&lt;/p&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;tooooo&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the newly bought and FASHIONABLE gorgles from Strathclyde. Cost me 2 pounds 50. I did not buy it bcuz it's fashionable lah. It was bcuz the snorkelling-like gorgles were hurting my flesh on my face. Painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7fh9TPr7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xAbJzMQuiuk/s1600-h/P7033768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084246803831828402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7fh9TPr7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xAbJzMQuiuk/s400/P7033768.JPG" 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/36579108-7875216060827965564?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7875216060827965564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7875216060827965564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7875216060827965564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7875216060827965564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/1-month-in-glasgow.html' title='1 month in glasgow'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Ro7ejtTPr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/pUTVCaJxpvA/s72-c/P7033762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5849202176715709643</id><published>2007-06-30T23:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:54:35.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>terror threat in glasgow</title><content type='html'>Damn la... Scotland is supposed to be safe! No where seems to be safe after all. Even Glasgow is not safe, where can be considered safe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 f***king idiots have to go crashing their burning car into the airport for god-knows-what reason. And some others have to go bombing around in London yesterday. Damn fun isit?? Who are the victims? Innocent people like us la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, both the 'terrorists' were still alive. What nonsense and how unfair is this? Buat baik dibalas baik, buat buruk dibalas buruk lah. Haha... If I'm not mistaken such a phrase do exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanna go for holidays leh... Airport security now damn tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened hours ago and only now that Esther came back I knew about it. She was out and she heard it on the radio in the car. Suddenly, something struck me. I'm so 'out' from what's happening around here. Hello, I do not have any newspapers, I do not even on the TV in the living room, I do not surf the net for news SOOO how am I supposed to be updated on the latest news?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5849202176715709643?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5849202176715709643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5849202176715709643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5849202176715709643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5849202176715709643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/07/terror-threat-in-glasgow.html' title='terror threat in glasgow'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-2648095346494400570</id><published>2007-06-30T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:47:52.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>camera gone mad</title><content type='html'>In case my parents are wondering wat happened to my camera, let me show you what is it like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoZOJdTPr5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/gF5LlOFV5vU/s1600-h/P6283649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081835153925320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoZOJdTPr5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/gF5LlOFV5vU/s400/P6283649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to camwhore after a night out to the nearby Ingram Bar. And this is what I got. It's getting worse and worse and one day I shall not be surprised if I on the camera and see black on the whole screen. Got a drink called i-dunno-wat and thank god I didn't end up with rashy that night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I loved shopping but I've come to dread shopping when I'm here. Bcuz I always end up not buying anything. People here are like besar-besar belaka and trying to get size 6 clothing is so difficult. Places like topshop and miss selfridge sell pieces of size 6 but hello I can always get them in Msia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-2648095346494400570?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2648095346494400570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=2648095346494400570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2648095346494400570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/2648095346494400570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/camera-gone-mad.html' title='camera gone mad'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoZOJdTPr5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/gF5LlOFV5vU/s72-c/P6283649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-5473632080580922871</id><published>2007-06-26T18:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:41:47.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics</title><content type='html'>Nothing happening went on... No interesting days. Everyday is just as ordinary, 7 hours classes.&lt;br /&gt;People seem to like the view from my room's window. This is how it looks like. High enough to feel the breeze and to see the very common ambulance passing by in the evenings. Kacau betul lah the siren. People want to sleep at night eso tak boleh. And I can hear people laughing and singing on the streets late at night. Orang mabuk kua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFNEjsHiqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LCVLyJ4ZA5U/s1600-h/P6183610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080426595345730210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFNEjsHiqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LCVLyJ4ZA5U/s400/P6183610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you notice, they aren't many high-rise buildings in the city unlike KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFMyDsHinI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fIYbtHFm1Nk/s1600-h/P6183604.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFMyTsHioI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PFzHZ1ViMtw/s1600-h/P6183615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080426281813117570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFMyTsHioI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PFzHZ1ViMtw/s400/P6183615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seagull! That's the closest I could get. Afraid it will fly away. He's always alone. Er not that I know it's a 'he', it might be a 'she'. Where are you today?? Where's your home I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFMyjsHipI/AAAAAAAAAEw/U3Bir7bZCZc/s1600-h/P6273635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080426286108084882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFMyjsHipI/AAAAAAAAAEw/U3Bir7bZCZc/s400/P6273635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today's dinner. Tired of cooking therefore only 1 dish for dinner today. Looks fine right??&lt;br /&gt;Who says I won't be eating proper meals when I'm here?? Got protein and vitamins... Good enough la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't see it here. But my beans are of different lengths and the carrots are not in proper shapes. Cauliflower and brocoli are of different sizes as well. Don't bother bcuz it's going into my stomach and will be digested anyhow. Stir-fry vege always taste better with some meat. Yes, I know I'm such a meat-lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-5473632080580922871?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5473632080580922871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=5473632080580922871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5473632080580922871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/5473632080580922871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-pics.html' title='random pics'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RoFNEjsHiqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/LCVLyJ4ZA5U/s72-c/P6183610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-540498536862488320</id><published>2007-06-24T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:39:50.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you guyss</title><content type='html'>I wanted a new camera, and my parents agreed to get me one. My dad said "Let me know what model you want, and I'll get it for u" I was like gasping in surprise. In the 1st place, I wanted to use my own money to get it. I will still continue insisting of using my own money. It's ok, a good investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay a new camera coming soon. Have to wait a few months though, until my mum comes. Unless it's cheaper over here, then I will get it here! Can't wait!!! Can't wait to travel around Europe too. Europe, wait for me!! hehehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items I can't live without (note the word items): handphone, camera and pc/laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're making me missing home more. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-540498536862488320?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/540498536862488320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=540498536862488320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/540498536862488320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/540498536862488320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-you-guyss.html' title='i love you guyss'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-981364941502505949</id><published>2007-06-19T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:45:54.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and tired</title><content type='html'>Currently trying to study. Actually I'm only trying to browse thru the book I borrowed from the library bcuz it's due on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With strawberries keeping my company throughout the night, I managed to eat and keep my eyes on my books and not the laptop... Well, til now. Haha. $1.46 for a box containing so many inside, I felt it was very worth it. From $3.79, discounted to $1.89 and finally discounted again until $1.49. Bcuz it expires the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has expiry dates here. Even fresh vegetables and fruits. Expiry dates mean nothing to us at all as long as the food still look fresh and alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes much better than those sold in Msia. Extra-sweet Class I strawberries...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I wanna study, I think of you my keng keng... Such a pity we don't get to study together anymore. I miss those times when we stayed til late at night at the library to bury our heads into our books. Studying was boring, but you being there with me made everything purrrrrfectttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not here to crack stupid jokes,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to explain to me with sooo much patience when I don't understand anything, you're not here to bring/buy chocolates or food for me when I'm hungry,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to walk me home after class,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to make a fool out of me,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to make me annoyed bcuz u love disturbing me,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to crack my fingers,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to mess up my hair,&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to hug me and hold my hands when I'm cold (which I always do thanks to the weather),&lt;br /&gt;you're not here to cover me with my blanket when I go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;And many many many more... I cant possibly write everything here right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao peepss... full-time lab day tmr plus 1 hr tutorial. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-981364941502505949?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/981364941502505949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=981364941502505949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/981364941502505949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/981364941502505949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/bored-and-tired.html' title='bored and tired'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6244569966317547917</id><published>2007-06-17T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:06:05.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking around Glasgow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out jalan-jalan yesterday to celebrate xin yin's bday... HAPPY BIRTHDAY GIRL!! *hugss* You're now an adult. I'll make my way there very soon, can't wait though. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It got a little warmer (not exactly warm but better than the previous 2 days). Must be bcuz it was the bday's girl's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Passing by George Square, we decided to stop by to look at what's going on with these balloons. I thought there would be something interesting for us to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVySzsHijI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pYAXC1_PgL4/s1600-h/P6163598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089822368565810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVySzsHijI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pYAXC1_PgL4/s320/P6163598.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Balloons of blue, pink and yellow. Blue represents baby boy, pink represents and purple represents fetus of unknown sex. Parents of lost babies/fetuses stuck a message on each balloon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then, they sent the balloons up into the sky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVyTDsHikI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u19yxLeMLQg/s1600-h/P6163600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077089826663533122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVyTDsHikI/AAAAAAAAAEE/u19yxLeMLQg/s320/P6163600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Together with the wishes for their lost babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrKjsHiiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cU8294Sqq08/s1600-h/P6163602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081984053250594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrKjsHiiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cU8294Sqq08/s320/P6163602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at George Square. Cameraman is missing. Ron looks hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrBDsHifI/AAAAAAAAADc/3G-WsI5He8I/s1600-h/P6163596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081820844493298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrBDsHifI/AAAAAAAAADc/3G-WsI5He8I/s320/P6163596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birds love shitting on the many statues' heads found in George Square. I wonder what an bird's eye view of each statue would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqpDsHiWI/AAAAAAAAACU/Vs5GpVRdq1U/s1600-h/IMG_4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081408527632738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqpDsHiWI/AAAAAAAAACU/Vs5GpVRdq1U/s320/IMG_4041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presenting you a building behind George Square. I don't know what building is it :( It looks nice, that's all I know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqpjsHiXI/AAAAAAAAACc/NRRT30ubADU/s1600-h/IMG_4046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081417117567346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqpjsHiXI/AAAAAAAAACc/NRRT30ubADU/s320/IMG_4046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have many of these city sightseeing buses. "Hop on and hop off". We walked instead! And will continue walking. Good exercise for super duper lazy bums like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVq_TsHibI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nuHjRygmYHI/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081790779722162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVq_TsHibI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nuHjRygmYHI/s320/IMG_4075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A place where we can find Chinese groceries. They have Maggi mee, lee kum kee sauce, MILO, soba/udon and whatever we can find in KL. It's quite over-budget though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVq_zsHicI/AAAAAAAAADE/OF79TFcNg30/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081799369656770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVq_zsHicI/AAAAAAAAADE/OF79TFcNg30/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The building behind is the cinema. *cineworld* Won't be stepping into the building to watch much movies I guess. Poserss man... People walking on the streets were staring at us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrATsHidI/AAAAAAAAADM/ceHeJBFzKjY/s1600-h/IMG_4089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081807959591378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrATsHidI/AAAAAAAAADM/ceHeJBFzKjY/s320/IMG_4089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Run run run...!!! Hehe... Damn cute la this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqqDsHiYI/AAAAAAAAACk/oCZGBrHRTrg/s1600-h/IMG_4060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081425707501954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqqDsHiYI/AAAAAAAAACk/oCZGBrHRTrg/s320/IMG_4060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SUBWAY for lunch. Yummm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqqjsHiZI/AAAAAAAAACs/65DKZTJZJao/s1600-h/IMG_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081434297436562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqqjsHiZI/AAAAAAAAACs/65DKZTJZJao/s320/IMG_4062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A mime along Buchanan. I thought it was a statue until he started moving and hey I told myself, it's a human! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqrDsHiaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZwC7V4XV7nU/s1600-h/IMG_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081442887371170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVqrDsHiaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZwC7V4XV7nU/s320/IMG_4068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A cup of coffee each to keep us warm. Damn nice wei to hold the cup under super cold weather. I didn't drink it though, bcuz I would never drink coffee without sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrAzsHieI/AAAAAAAAADU/9q0rTLw8hHE/s1600-h/IMG_4102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077081816549525986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVrAzsHieI/AAAAAAAAADU/9q0rTLw8hHE/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ICE-CREAM!!! I guess no matter how cold it is, I could always stop for an ice-cream treat. DELICIOUSSS... The most famous ice-cream here. I would wanna check their chocolates out the next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, Happy bday Xin Yin yaa?? Hope you had a great time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: Pics are kinda small. Click on them to get a bigger view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6244569966317547917?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6244569966317547917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6244569966317547917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6244569966317547917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6244569966317547917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/walking-around-glasgow.html' title='Walking around Glasgow'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnVySzsHijI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pYAXC1_PgL4/s72-c/P6163598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8802161002295148658</id><published>2007-06-16T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:39:01.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving it and hating it</title><content type='html'>Is it considered summer if it's 10 degrees celcius?? Yes, over here it is. I've never thought I would ever needed to go out with a WINTER JACKET during SUMMER! That's so wrong. I guess I have to buck up my cold-threshold. Some pictures at last! These are photos of the 1st few days when I arrived when it was sunny. Sadly, it did not last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current home for the next one year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRZ0zsHiRI/AAAAAAAAABs/BmjLWTK_l74/s1600-h/P6063430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076781443716712722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRZ0zsHiRI/AAAAAAAAABs/BmjLWTK_l74/s400/P6063430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The nearest walkway you see there would enter my block&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRbJzsHiUI/AAAAAAAAACE/VIIuVg4xTuo/s1600-h/P6083485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076782904005593410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRbJzsHiUI/AAAAAAAAACE/VIIuVg4xTuo/s400/P6083485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Typically SCOTTISH... Kilt + bagpipe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRbKTsHiVI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWcnRjsULjw/s1600-h/P6093487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076782912595528018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRbKTsHiVI/AAAAAAAAACM/AWcnRjsULjw/s400/P6093487.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surrounded by grass. Those here are nicer than those at home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since our arrival for less than 1 and the half weeks, we (IMU students) set up the fire alarm twice. I guess we really broke a record that no other batch can. The 1st time was bcuz of my friend from another unit who cooked without closing the kitchen door, so smoke went into the corridor of our rooms. 2nd time was in the sterile lab. I swear it wasn't me ok?? I'm sure u guys would be thinking I set something up on fire in the lab. I was in the dispensing lab when suddenly the fire alarm rang. Thinking that they were testing the alarm AGAIN for 2 days in a row, we didn't bothered running out. Until a lady (i tink she's a lab assistant) screamed for us to run. OMGG... We werent' prepared bcuz nothing of this sort has happened before. A machine just set itself on fire. Firemen arrived in less than 5 minutes, they were fast. The 2nd fire even brought 3 firetrucks. But it was just a small fire lah... Nothing as big as what u're thinking abt now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over here, as long as a fire alarms goes off, you would definitely see firemen bcuz there's no way we could enter the building until they pronounce it safe. Things are kinda strict here. Having living in Msia for 20 yrs, I've never seen those in Msia being so efficient.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are more efficient than Msia's firemen &amp; yeah this is the more important part, they are cute!!! I even took pics of them but my hp's cam is not good enough and I don't have my digicam with me. I definitely wouldn't mind fire alarms going off more often hahaahha but I don't think it will bring a good name to us P105 of IMU. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now comes the bad part... Having 7 hours of lectures/lab a day is no fun at all. Lectures progress so quickly. And most of the time, I'm sleeping in class. Haha I use jet-lag as an excuse. Telling myself maybe I need more time to adjust to the 7 hrs-behind-Msia time here. I don't seem sleepy when I don't need to be in lectures though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Has been only 1 week, but I'm already getting sick of washing clothes, washing dishes, thinking of what to eat for lunch or dinner, whether to cook or not. Well, mainly I'm surviving with sandwiches. Even if I were to stir-fry vege/meat, I only know how to use oyster sauce. Other than that, I'm knowledge-less about cooking. Sigh... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm typing this longggg post bcuz I have nothing much to do. No mood to sleep or study. Some people went clubbing but I'm right here at home bcuz I'm a good girl. *praise myself* Hope my darling would praise me too.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;West-end festival pics coming up soon!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8802161002295148658?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8802161002295148658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8802161002295148658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8802161002295148658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8802161002295148658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/loving-it.html' title='Loving it and hating it'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RnRZ0zsHiRI/AAAAAAAAABs/BmjLWTK_l74/s72-c/P6063430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6065033568440949496</id><published>2007-06-11T23:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:25:25.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutout</title><content type='html'>Hey people, I'm 7 hours behind Malaysian time. It's difficult to communicate bcuz the time difference is so huge and we may be online at different times. Emailing is an option right? Keep in touch ya??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6065033568440949496?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6065033568440949496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6065033568440949496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6065033568440949496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6065033568440949496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/shoutout.html' title='Shoutout'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-7121089538662896040</id><published>2007-06-11T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:21:47.034+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in UK at last</title><content type='html'>After a long and tiring flight/journey (KL- Singapore- London- Glasgow), I finally arrived! At every transit, we had to wait for hours and the only thing to do is to chat and walk around to waste time. It made up a total of more than 24 hours of travelling time. I felt so happy to finally reach and I don't think I would wanna sit airplanes anytime soon (London-bound flight took about 13 hours and it was so sempit in the plane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what happened at the airport??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting and waiting at the conveyor belt for our luggages and mine DID NOT arrive!!! Smack those ppl handling my luggage. Gosh luckily I wasn't the only one and people keep saying "It happens every year bcuz the plane to glasgow is small and it cannot fit all your luggage. So, they will put it on the next few flights." What the ****, mine only arrived on saturday when I landed on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not an exciting and enjoyable beginning in Glasgow ok??? Having no clothes to wear.... Sudahla didn't get to change for more than a day while travelling. It's sooo NOT gonna be a memorable start for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing can get the shopping spirit out of me. Day no. 4 and already gone shopping. *Guilty guilty* spend money on clothings. Nah, one nice part about going to western countries is getting to shop right??? Trying to comfort myself. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room still looking like a mess. Spoilt girl here doesn't know how to arrange her things in a proper manner. Don't wanna be living in a pile of rubbish so I'm trying my best to make my room look like a bedroom. So plain... no decorations or anything of that sort. AND NOOOO I wouldn't be spending my POUNDS on things to decorate my room. Everything here is so expensive. Need to get the calculator off my head. Well, things here are actually cheap if you work here bcuz elot of things can be bought for few pounds or a little more. It's actually better than Malaysia bcuz you earn so little there and things are expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics yet. Too lazy to upload them and camera ran out of battery. It just got dark awhile ago. And sun is gonna rise in a few hours time. Gotta run and go to bed. Classes at 9 in the morning tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-7121089538662896040?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7121089538662896040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=7121089538662896040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7121089538662896040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/7121089538662896040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-uk-at-last.html' title='I&apos;m in UK at last'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-6232521551530950841</id><published>2007-06-01T17:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:49:04.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid ching yee</title><content type='html'>I had a stupid haircut today. Was supposed to trim it a little, but now it look completely different from my previous hairstyle. Damn bengang and bad mood and annoyed. I wan back my old hair style. I loved it!!! How noww??? Can only cry and cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-6232521551530950841?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6232521551530950841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=6232521551530950841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6232521551530950841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/6232521551530950841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupid-ching-yee.html' title='stupid ching yee'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4725055860577813098</id><published>2007-05-30T17:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:55:07.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A step closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've started packing for more than a week now, but my gma says that it's the 1st day I looked like I actually packed properly. I've even sorted out what documents I need to bring along in my handcarry. Since now that the only allow one piece of handcarry, whatever documents and even liquids have to be put into my laptop bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A good thing that BA now allows 2 bags to be checked in, 23kgs each. Take a look of my stuff man... I duno if ppl bring as much things as me. I guess they do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070395026820468754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rl2paayKkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/evPl86tRsJo/s400/P1013265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;28 inch bag. Current status: 25kg. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rl2pa6yKkCI/AAAAAAAAABk/bB8u0tWy3kM/s1600-h/P1013266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070395035410403362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rl2pa6yKkCI/AAAAAAAAABk/bB8u0tWy3kM/s400/P1013266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2nd bag which is slightly smaller. Current status: 11kg. Tons of plastic bags there: 1 plastic for each pair of sandals/shoes/slippers. Look like rubbish dump =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Need to transfer heavy stuff to the smaller bag n the sandals to the other bag cuz sandals are light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Scaryyyyy, what if I arrive there realising that I don't have important things with me???? I doubled-tripled check my stuff so many times and I would not check them again until 2 days before I leave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4725055860577813098?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4725055860577813098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4725055860577813098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4725055860577813098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4725055860577813098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/step-closer.html' title='A step closer'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/Rl2paayKkBI/AAAAAAAAABc/evPl86tRsJo/s72-c/P1013265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8481332292018371892</id><published>2007-05-28T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T18:45:14.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I officially completed Part A of pharmacy programme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;IMU had a convocation ceremony at Sheraton Hotel in Subang for the MBBS students, for BMed Science students, Masters of Science students, students who completed Phase I of medical programme, and US, PHARMACY STUDENTS!!! (That is not the entire list lah, but what I'm trying to stress here is the word 'us')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a very, very boring ceremony, with loads of speeches and I was practically dreaming and freezing in the ballroom while waiting for my turn to go up the stage to receive my scroll. The robe was so heavy and I wore it for hours in vanity so that I could take plenty of photos with it. Actually felt that I didn't take enough pictures but didn't really bother about it bcuz I still have 2 more convos coming up next year (if I manage to pass and get my degree).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna say this again, thanks elot to my parents and my bf for presenting me with a bouquet of a dozen roses and a bouquet of a dozen graduation teddy bears. Carrying 2 bouquets of both flowers and teddy bears isn't that easy lol. Yi jie was saying that we pharmacy students looked more 'kua cheong' than those graduating with a MBBS bcuz there were more of us with flowers compared to them. I guess we pharmacy students are the more pampered ones kua. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOMayKj7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/UdH5KG_MNvA/s1600-h/P1013055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069661412046573490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOMayKj7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/UdH5KG_MNvA/s320/P1013055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's the 2 bouquets on my arms, posing with my parents before I changed into my robe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069661429226442690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsONayKj8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/aFjXH3P7-Ok/s320/P1013072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Me saying cheezeee while in the procession into the hall. Everybody in the hall stood up during the procession to welcome us. We looked like some big shot fellas. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsON6yKj9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vZYCoWTENpU/s1600-h/P1013094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069661437816377298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsON6yKj9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/vZYCoWTENpU/s320/P1013094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He wants to share part of my scroll. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOOqyKj-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dfwkq91h5do/s1600-h/P1013129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069661450701279202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOOqyKj-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dfwkq91h5do/s320/P1013129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My head looks so tiny compared to the huge robe and the 2 bouquets. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOPKyKj_I/AAAAAAAAABM/CdbrmxA7NXg/s1600-h/P1013142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069661459291213810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOPKyKj_I/AAAAAAAAABM/CdbrmxA7NXg/s320/P1013142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of coz I have to camwhore abit with my gifts marrr... I lurrrrveeee them sooooo much!!! Ppl were commenting on my S.U.P.E.R C.U.T.E T.E.D.D.Y. B.E.A.R bouquet bcuz I have 3 big bears in the centre and 9 smaller ones around them = ONE DOZEN teddy bears! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsUh6yKkAI/AAAAAAAAABU/boUz2JMpD5c/s1600-h/P1013154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069668378483527682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsUh6yKkAI/AAAAAAAAABU/boUz2JMpD5c/s320/P1013154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pic taken by timer-mode bcuz nobody was at home and I just wanna snap pics with my lovely gparents so badly. Gonna miss them loads when I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8481332292018371892?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8481332292018371892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8481332292018371892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8481332292018371892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8481332292018371892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-officially-completed-part-of-pharmacy.html' title='I officially completed Part A of pharmacy programme'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlsOMayKj7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/UdH5KG_MNvA/s72-c/P1013055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-4456691716554116561</id><published>2007-05-23T17:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:15:39.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>success... partly</title><content type='html'>Finally, for the 1st time, I managed to keep the coffee solution up in my intestines for a few minutes. After so many trials and errors, I did it! At last!! I'm supposed to keep it up there for about 15 to 20 mins after the solution stop flowing, and I managed to keep for 8 mins. This is a success bcuz before this, I didnt even managed to keep for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it mean I will get well??? I hope. I pray, pls make it quick bcuz I sudah mau tak boleh tahan the s***** diet. Hehe I know I'm not disciplined enough. Took abit of biscuit, ice-cream, bread, noodle, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-4456691716554116561?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/4456691716554116561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=4456691716554116561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4456691716554116561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/4456691716554116561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/success-partly.html' title='success... partly'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8592499746365772901</id><published>2007-05-23T09:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:46:44.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Squash them in!! go in shoo shoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlP7d6yKj6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/APXcwYwoQtI/s1600-h/P1012989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067670497136381858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlP7d6yKj6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/APXcwYwoQtI/s320/P1012989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at this mess. I really cannot pack nicely. Everything seems like it's just being dumped inside the suitcase. See the contact lens solution there? Stingy me, nono should put it this way. Wanting to save money (everyone else is just the same lol), I intend to bring one whole year supply of solution so that I do not need to buy them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not all my clothes. Not all are in yet. Hehe... If all are in, I realy don't know how am I gonna find space for shoes/sandals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretted buying only a 28inched bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8592499746365772901?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8592499746365772901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8592499746365772901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8592499746365772901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8592499746365772901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/squash-them-in-go-in-shoo-shoo.html' title='Squash them in!! go in shoo shoo'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RlP7d6yKj6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/APXcwYwoQtI/s72-c/P1012989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-9004471604914569152</id><published>2007-05-23T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:15:43.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>Nothing seem to work for my stupid and annoying eczema. Argh I hate the way it looks and I hate the way it feels. Can someone pls suggest a method??? Emo emo emo!!! Don't know why suddenly it appears few years back. Hate it so badly I wanna chop somebody's head now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-9004471604914569152?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9004471604914569152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=9004471604914569152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/9004471604914569152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/9004471604914569152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-8742327226645569077</id><published>2007-05-20T16:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:09:40.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be eating whatever I wanna eat, whatever that's nice to eat and whatever I think i will miss when I'm far far away from home. Instead, I've just started dis regime which goes like this... My diet consists only of honey+apple cider drink, fruit juices, oats+honey+raisin, other kinds of fruits (banana, dragonfrut, etc) and MY LUNCH N DINNER ARE JUST POTATOES AND TOMATOES!! (lunch: baked potato, dinner: potato soup). And most of this are organic and another minus point is dat I'm also not allowed to take any rice, noodle, salt, sugar, kicap or whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All bcuz I'm doing a detox coffee enema (TWICE a day, not one) which I will have to do for a period of a few days to a week, depending on how fast I progress. So, TORTURE for DAYSSSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dis is bcuz my mum believes I'm having eczema bcuz I have something wrong in my body and I need to clear those stuff so I might get better... Just in time before I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-8742327226645569077?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8742327226645569077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=8742327226645569077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8742327226645569077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/8742327226645569077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-9200050828560469704</id><published>2007-05-16T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:29:20.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>new look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went for a hair cut... supposedly to make my hair easier to maintain while I'm at the UK (cutting hair over there would cost a bomb, and ppl totally discourage it unless we really need it). Instead, it's even more difficult to maintain cuz it's so damn layered. Kinda like the hair cut though...Result= A less flat hair + more volume (good), the need to blow my hair everytime I bath (lazy but will do it). And I have fringe now!! I've been 'craving' for fringe. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Few days after the haircut, I decided to go for a hair dye. Result= Red headed girl (that's what I call myself now). Some ppl say it's 'lala', but what can I do now?? It's too late to do anything. I just have to live up with it. At least the saloon used a good brand (scharzkopf) and did treatment for me as well, so my hair wouldn't look like it's gonna die anytime soon. Oh ya, darling, thx for paying for it as a gift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RksroKyKj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_CPQ9Wrb5v8/s1600-h/P1012917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065190174997778290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RksroKyKj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_CPQ9Wrb5v8/s320/P1012917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yes ppl, I know many of you who saw me couldn't recognise me. But this is how I look now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RkssiKyKj4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9Z70Y7PFVPI/s1600-h/P1012924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065191171430190978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RkssiKyKj4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9Z70Y7PFVPI/s320/P1012924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner at Chili's. Same spot we seated exactly 11 months back. Starting to feel emo. I know I will feel more and more emo as day by day passes. I don't wanna leave!!! I don't wanna go to UK. I'm already missing Malaysia and everyone here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's only 20 days before I leave and I haven't even got my luggage bag. I'm quite sure I'm one of the last ppl buying it. And I have tons of things to buy. My shopping list doesn't seem to get shorter and I'm quite sure I left out many things in my list (bcuz I don't even know what I want to bring). What if I exceed the max weight limit of 30kgs given??? I don't want to go through the embarrassment of Mr Hira (that's our tour agent) taking my photo removing things from my luggage at the airport and showing them in a Powerpoint slide to the next batch flying there next year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I don't have a luggage bag yet, I've packed some of my things which I won't be using the next few weeks and put it into a basket and paper bag. Hoping to make life easier for me when I get it cuz I can just dump into the huge bag. Well, I don't know how to pack. How can ppl arrange things so nicely that they can fit so many things in there??? Mummy's gonna do it, I don't care! And I wanna bring Jesvin (that's a soft toy belonging to alvin), cannot bring mine cuz it's too big. Can she fit into my handcarry? I don't want to risk it being cut open by the customs if I just squash it into my check-in luggage. sobsob... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey ppl, I will call u guys out for a yumcha session or something before I leave. Isnt many ppl to meet I think cuz so many of you are already overseas. Well, do call me out ya if I forgot to... hehe yikesss... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;N yeah. I will be blogging more often when I'm there so ppl can get updated about my life. Internet connection at home sucks cuz I have to use bro's computer. When I'm there, hopefully I get to online every single moment. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-9200050828560469704?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9200050828560469704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=9200050828560469704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/9200050828560469704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/9200050828560469704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-look.html' title='new look!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ER6WRJXAH_A/RksroKyKj3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_CPQ9Wrb5v8/s72-c/P1012917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116983281316380689</id><published>2007-01-26T16:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:33:33.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Knocking the big 20</title><content type='html'>Countdown... 24 hours from now and I'll hit my twenties. I'm now a so-called grown up, getting quite old I suppose? But I'm so not ready to be in my twenties. I look small, I think small. Hopefully, like people, wisdom comes along with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday celebration... what's great about it?&lt;br /&gt;Getting to spend it with frens...&lt;br /&gt;Some pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/1600/517209/IMG_6854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/320/937839/IMG_6854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 A group pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/1600/304606/IMG_6852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/320/804671/IMG_6852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Another group pic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/1600/447113/IMG_6864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/320/238315/IMG_6864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Frens from IMU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/1600/96615/IMG_6862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/320/815098/IMG_6862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         Frens from SMSJ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/1600/834045/IMG_6867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3435/4089/320/571338/IMG_6867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Last but not least, my cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grab the pics from here. Of coz there are more, msg me for the rest. Too lazy to upload. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now. Countdown-ing to 12 midnight 28th jan. hehe... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116983281316380689?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116983281316380689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116983281316380689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116983281316380689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116983281316380689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/01/knocking-big-20.html' title='Knocking the big 20'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116775815784835806</id><published>2007-01-02T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:15:57.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116775815784835806?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116775815784835806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116775815784835806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116775815784835806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116775815784835806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-2007.html' title='Welcome 2007!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116686278808648894</id><published>2006-12-23T08:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-23T08:37:28.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Last 1 week's agenda</title><content type='html'>Has been a long time since I last updated. Something went wrong with my streamyx and I couldn't come online. It got rid of my addiction to going online everyday for hours though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started Sem 5, I haven't been doing anything much. Was kinda packed up with classes til 5 and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 1 week came in kinda exciting though. Laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, last weekend, I went for a dinner at Seri Angkasa Restaurant, KL Tower. It's a pre-xmas dinner thanks to Wai keng's parents. *thank you uncle n aunty again* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cool man. My 1st time going up to KL Tower and the view was fascinating. The whole KL can be seen, and everywhere is brightly lit up. Building's lights, street lights... Beautiful wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When KLCC was seen right beside us, we were so excited about it that we kept on snapping photos. Can't post it up though cuz they were taken with a analogue camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, we somehow decided to try out the Theme park at Berjaya Times Square. I seriously regretted it bcuz I felt unwell the whole day after only 3 rides. Can you believe it??? Only 3 rides and I was already dizzy and feeling nauseous. Had no choice but to take an antiemetic bcuz I couldn't even breathe or sit upright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'cha' lah me. It means lousy. Haha. After that, I couldn't take anymore rides. But, I don't think I wanna go for the rest as well lah cuz I do not like to go upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, we sort of decided we wanna go out til late at night, noo haha til the next morning before the sun rises. 1st stop, KL. Went to Modesto's and had a drink. I drank 1 bottle of beer, with wai keng ta pau-ing some from me, even though he had his own drink. Feeling kinda warm after that, we left. We actually chose one of the quietest bars there. Wai keng didn't dare bring me into clubs. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tak puas lagi... So we hopped into another bar in Bangsar. I don't know the name of the bar but it has a theme and they change their theme and decor once a year I think. It is ' the prison' now and in January 07, it will be 'the school'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us shared another bottle cuz I don't think I could finish 1 by myself. I'm sooo not a drinker. It's only beer and I'm feeling warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I reached home about 3.30am. I think it's the latest I've ever stayed out. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surely fun but don't know if I'll drink again cuz my allergic reaction started again after the alcohol. :( But it's weird going to bars and not drinking right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so that's it for now. Will try studying this holidays. Class test on the 1st week of january. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116686278808648894?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116686278808648894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116686278808648894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116686278808648894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116686278808648894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-1-weeks-agenda.html' title='Last 1 week&apos;s agenda'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116435711972236816</id><published>2006-11-24T08:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:35:28.696Z</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of Sem 5</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? Cuz I can't. I'm actually studying on the 3rd day of my new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems to be doing so, being kiasu lah me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the 3rd day and there are already 5 pathetic long lectures to complete. Argh, HATE IT!!! Pathetic bacterial chemotherapy, malaria and HIV... Mau pengsan already seeing so many drugs name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too bored now. Completed one, went up to CAL Lab, and now I'm here blogging, Friendstering and checking mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, toilet break, and then 2nd lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, semangatnya. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116435711972236816?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116435711972236816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116435711972236816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116435711972236816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116435711972236816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/3rd-day-of-sem-5.html' title='3rd day of Sem 5'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116412461906167427</id><published>2006-11-21T15:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:56:59.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Ouch, Cough</title><content type='html'>Sick!!! San fu arr... And I need to wake up early for class tomorrow morning. My throat hurts. When I speak, it feels worse. Need to shut my mouth and keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why at this time? *cry* I wanna talk alot tomorrow cuz it's the 1st day of classes. Talkative-syndrome person. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Venus and her bf. Haven't met her for quite some time. Finally managed to get some time when both of us are free to hang out. See what busy people we are. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewed the video shoot Kenneth took and Wai keng, seriously, lemme tell you it's damn malu-ness lah. I'm sure you know which scene I'm talking about. The one at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu til I want to find a hole to crawl in and hide my face! *dig dig dig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, headache. Need to sleep early today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116412461906167427?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116412461906167427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116412461906167427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116412461906167427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116412461906167427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/ouch-cough.html' title='Ouch, Cough'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116403969200933583</id><published>2006-11-20T16:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:26:39.293Z</updated><title type='text'>1 day before Sem 5</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how 6 weeks passed by so quickly. Before it started, I was imagining how the heck am I gonna fill up my 6 week-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;: It's 1 day before the start of Sem 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna spend the last 1 day productively?? Going somewhere, doing something fun and stupid seems productive. HEY!! DON'T FORGET IT'S HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New resolutions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop dreaming in class. *I usually physically attend classes but mentally not, I stare blankly THROUGH the lecturer and slides* (note the word through)&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop talking, or should I say gossiping 'fei hua' in class.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop sleeping in class. *although I cannot help it cuz I just doze off when I'm too tired*&lt;br /&gt;4. Study harder, much harder than sem 4. *I dunno if I can do this. Seems so difficult. I'm not really a person who studies*&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop procrastinating my assignments or other tasks.&lt;br /&gt;6. Change study methods. *old one doesn't seem to work* HELP...!&lt;br /&gt;7. FOCUSSSSS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Must constantly remind myself of these resolutions I made prior to Sem 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Does this mean that the library is gonna be my 2nd home? Oh no, it's already like my 2nd home. Hopefully not more. *cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But still, studying is not the only thing. Looking forward to other stuff as well. Hope it's gonna be the best semester in IMU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116403969200933583?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116403969200933583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116403969200933583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116403969200933583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116403969200933583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-day-before-sem-5.html' title='1 day before Sem 5'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116379203100482097</id><published>2006-11-17T19:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:33:51.586Z</updated><title type='text'>With Xmas coming up</title><content type='html'>Suddenly while thinking whether I should get anyone prezzies, I started to wonder what does xmas celebration means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooo wanna 'dress up' a xmas tree. With stars and balls and lights and shiny shiny stuff. I wanna have a 'pretty' tree. Haven't gotten an opportunity to do so bcuz my family doesn't celebrate xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's gonna be fun. Sooo fun. Spending hours on it and TADAAA!!! MAGICAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum buy me a tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116379203100482097?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116379203100482097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116379203100482097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116379203100482097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116379203100482097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/with-xmas-coming-up.html' title='With Xmas coming up'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116378924118380826</id><published>2006-11-17T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:53:11.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Help... My face!!!</title><content type='html'>Big &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIMPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! And I HATE it!! On my nose! For no reason. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another facial session, although I just went to one 1 month ago. They got rid of every single one but now it's appearing again. Small ones are appearing near my hairline also. I guess it's due to the hair serum/oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DARK EYERINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... They never seem to disappear even though I sleep like a pig. And it got worse during this holidays. Thanks to my "owl-ly" sleeping time. (Cool... I created a new word) I like using words + ly to make it sound like an adjective. I can even add the -ly to a malay word. Dunno where I learnt all these from. But it makes the sentence unique. Especially when speaking. And it catches people's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I need my antihistamines or steroid tablets again. My allergy doesn't seem to be going away this time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni reopening soon. Not good not good. 4 days countdown to improve my skin condition before going back to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116378924118380826?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116378924118380826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116378924118380826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116378924118380826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116378924118380826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/help-my-face.html' title='Help... My face!!!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116349676747954513</id><published>2006-11-14T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:48:01.460Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad in baking :(</title><content type='html'>Tried baking chocolate brownies yesterday but it didn't turn out in the end. *disappointed* So excited about it at first cuz wanted to bake for &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOMEBODY&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh sigh sigh... :((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn 'wu long' lah. Bought the ingredients, but left out one cuz I didnt read the whole recipe properly. Only realised that when I reached home and had no choice but to go out again to get it. Then, I forgot to preheat the oven. So, the brownies became too kembang, look like a hill like that. *laughs* Somemore, the top cracked. Haih. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks do not matter actually, as long as it taste fine. But no, it wasn't ok too. The top was too black and was hard like stone so had to cut away the top. The inside is fine but abit too dry. Aren't brownies supposed to be moist?? Something really wrong with my method I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously disappointing lah. No skills la tu. But I like baking, I really do. Sob sob. More than cooking or sewing or knitting etc etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't care! Won't give up so easily. Will try again when I'm free... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116349676747954513?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116349676747954513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116349676747954513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116349676747954513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116349676747954513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bad-in-baking.html' title='I&apos;m bad in baking :('/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116317844688385568</id><published>2006-11-10T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:03:34.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Bukit Tinggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st time I drove uphill. Halfway before going uphill, I asked Wai Keng if he wants to take over. Not my car. Afraid lah if something happens to it. But in the end, told myself to be more daring and finally I did it! Wasn't too bad cuz the road wasn't too steep or winding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st stop, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Japanese Garden&lt;/span&gt;. Nice place *recommended* for nature lovers. Greens, cool air (even at 1 hour before noon), fishes, water flowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011643.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Just need to enjoy the fresh and soothing air. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/DSCF0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/DSCF0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was feeding fish. Er, actually more of attracting them from one side of the pond to the other using fish food. (I like the background) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/DSCF0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/DSCF0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Very important sign! Must love the nature! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/DSCF0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/DSCF0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, look at what I was doing. Bad bad Jess. Naughty naughty Jess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, ahem ahem, let me explain that. I did not pluck it! Just posing only. Haha. Need to do "illegal" things for picture-capturing purposes wherever we go.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Botanical Garden&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't walk the whole garden. I think it's not flowering season. Sob sob not many flowers like that lah. And long walk lah. *2 lazy bum bum* *2 piggies*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then, there's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colmar Tropicale&lt;/span&gt;, a French village. Nice design, I would say. But, because it was a weekday, there wasn't any activities or shows going on. Abit sien, nothing to see lorr... Should have gone on a weekend instead. People, I would recommend weekends instead of weekdays. So, we snap snap here, snap snap there, that's it lor. Snapped surroundings only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011663.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011663.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lovely picture of US &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011670.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011670.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wishing well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why is he dreaming instead of making a wish?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011672.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011672.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lemme show you the correct method of making a wish. Close your eyes, put your hands together, concentrate, think hard and deep, use your heart, and then make the WISH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Guess what my wish was. Reward given hahaah... Anyway, it's a secret! I believe that wishes are not meant for other people to know, if not, it wouldn't come true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We believe in wishing wells and wishes. It worked for both of us. Try it!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rabbit Farm&lt;/span&gt;. There isn't any pictures of me here. I became photographer bcuz I was too afraid to touch, feed or carry any of those animals there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011693.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011693.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2 goats trying to get food which was meant for rabbits. They almost pounced on him. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011703.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011703.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute cute cutteeyyy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes I know they are cute. But it doesn't take away my fear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, look:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011710.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011710.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to be fascinated by this when I was little. TUNNELS. This one is along Karak Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116317844688385568?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116317844688385568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116317844688385568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116317844688385568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116317844688385568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/bukit-tinggi.html' title='Bukit Tinggi'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116291286429351897</id><published>2006-11-07T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:43:08.116Z</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays are Earthquake Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me with the earthqake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 'Earthquake' at Swenson's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you all know, Tuesdays are Earthquake Days and there's 50% off on their Earthquake ice-creams. 8 scoops of ice-cream plus toppings. Mmmmm.... Yum yum....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 of us finished it. Shows how big eaters are we. *Blushes* Gonna get fat very soon if I continue to eat like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116291286429351897?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116291286429351897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116291286429351897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116291286429351897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116291286429351897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/tuesdays-are-earthquake-days.html' title='Tuesdays are Earthquake Days'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116288744381032479</id><published>2006-11-07T08:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:17:23.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you have the power to create romance?</title><content type='html'>That's the title of this personality test I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.sanriotown.com/psycho/psycho9/psycho9_us.htm"&gt;http://www.sanriotown.com/psycho/psycho9/psycho9_us.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;type B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; worr... Type B means this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your power to create romance is okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this power is suppressed due to your passive personality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luckily you are very good in getting people's attention and care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not hard for you to get a good and caring boy/girlfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;However, you should be aware that people might get jealous of you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116288744381032479?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116288744381032479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116288744381032479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116288744381032479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116288744381032479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-have-power-to-create-romance.html' title='Do you have the power to create romance?'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116282819190309195</id><published>2006-11-06T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:55:45.800Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got pulled out of bed before 12 today. I think it's like 5 mins before it strikes noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Faster get up! I'm on my way now to your house. Pick you up and go back to uni by 1 for video shoot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like "Huh?? You can go yourself mar... Need me teman you meh?" Too lazy to pull myself up from bed lah. Oklah in the end, quick quick go bath and get ready. I was fast today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe those people can come up with funny ideas for the video shoot lah. Guys, that's why, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping time at MV!! Wasn't much of a shopping kinda shopping lah. Cuz went there with a purpose to get something only. But still, ok lah, see things abit here and there. Bought it in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116282819190309195?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116282819190309195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116282819190309195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116282819190309195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116282819190309195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-pulled-out-of-bed-before-12.html' title=''/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116274518636212322</id><published>2006-11-05T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:46:26.420Z</updated><title type='text'>Recent life</title><content type='html'>Well, I decided to blog about my recent life. Hehe. Things are going great for me- studies, relationship, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my uni buddies, I'll be joining you guys to Scotland in June. I guess there will be more conversations on what's going to happen there n all, like what are we going to do, who are we going to stay with, what to bring there, etc etc. Actually, I'm kinda 'berat hati' to go. I'm gonna miss so many things here, especially my family, my darling and close frens. I'll come back as often as I can!!! (Erm... Hopefully I have the $$ to do so. Must save from now!! Guys, pls remind me to save n not to spend too much on shopping sprees there. And everything there is x7 of our currency. Damn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship-wise, some people are asking how wai keng n me got together. Haha. Some of you have already expected it from the beginning. And I mean beginning as in very long ago like since college or the start of uni. (You guys know who you are haha) Being close/best friends, feelings developed from there, that's for me lah. And lemme tell you, it's different when a relationship blossoms from a true friendship. Cuz the both of you already understand each other so well that you can accept the person as a whole. It wouldn't end up as learning the other person is like this or like that after you guys are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, well, I finally found a person whom I feel sure of, like he's the right one kinda feeling, and there's a future. Haha...  Surprisingly, I started to feel that way when we were like less than 1 month into the relationship. Compared to my previous one, which I did not even feel the slightest of it. Why didn't I realise that there is THE ONE beside me all the while sooner?? *winks n knocks myself on the head* There's this phrase people always say that you don't realise what's in front of you. Instead, you look around everywhere for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god my family are cool with him, for the 1st time ever. Shows that he has personality that they feel a guy or a bf should have. And thank god his parents are cool with us too. I would say he has really nice parents. You make me envy you lah... hehe... But it's ok cuz they're nice to me too!!! Well, I've experienced things like people's parents getting me to do something which I do not want to. So yeah, I think that's one advantage when 2 people who are together have many things in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I think this post is getting quite long and I should stop here. hehe... Before I type non-stop about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116274518636212322?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116274518636212322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116274518636212322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116274518636212322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116274518636212322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-life.html' title='Recent life'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116273429087626039</id><published>2006-11-05T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:43:55.753Z</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Some people can be oversensitive over certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not only due to oversensitivity, it's due to prejudice as well, which leads to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116273429087626039?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116273429087626039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116273429087626039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116273429087626039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116273429087626039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116264480060260140</id><published>2006-11-04T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T12:53:20.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Any idea anyone??</title><content type='html'>My eye, right eye, feels weird. Itchy and feels as if something is pulling at the inner side when i try to open it wide. Hopefully it's not due to some infection or something. Maybe it's the lack of sleep, facing computer too much or lack of tears in the eyes. Has been like that for 2 days. I should go to see a doctor soon... Very soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I have problems with my eyes. Cuz I hate wearing specs. I just need to wear contact lens every single day, even at home. Cuz specs feel so uncomfortable and it's like there's weight on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I had this pimple on my right top eyelid. Damn funny I tell you. It was red and swollen. You know, the kind of pimple which has this seed thingy inside. SO well, my right eye looked even smaller than before (I already have uneven sized eyes, my right one is slightly smaller than the left --&gt; non-symmetrical eyes)The fold on my right eyelid (I have a slight double eyelid on both eyes), disappeared! I felt so paranoid about it. Yeah, so now, it's back and the pimple is gone. But the itch in my eye, started lah. Stupid eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116264480060260140?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116264480060260140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116264480060260140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116264480060260140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116264480060260140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/any-idea-anyone.html' title='Any idea anyone??'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116254202558306064</id><published>2006-11-03T08:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:15:41.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Negara</title><content type='html'>When was the last time I've been to this place? Don't remember. Probably like 10 years ago when I was in primary school. Don't have any memories about that place already. So, having such a long holiday with nothing else better to do, I suggested going to the zoo *sings song like in the old KFC advertisement: lets go to the zoo... bla bla bla* hehe.... dunno what's after that phrase. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda excited before going for this trip. Hey! I wanna go somewhere sooo badly that's why. I have been stuck at home or just going out for movies and jalan jalan and makan only. Nothing else besides that. Obviously I need a change. What's better... We will get to take lots of photos while at the zoo. We just love taking pictures wherever we go mar. It's sooo fun. And wherever we go, we take loads of them. A one day trip will end up in about 130 to 200 photos, depending on whether we hold one or two cameras. So, I woke up at 7.30 ok? Since when I would wake up this early???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I got up sooo early, all ready to go to the ZOO. Waikeng always ejek me saying I wanna go visit my relatives, that's why I'm all excited. Upon entering the zoo entrance, there was this stench, animal stench and I was like... ewwww..... But after that, it was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to guess what's the name some of the animals there. Lemme see, for example, well, I sort of got abit confused with hippopotamus and rhinosaurous, see I don't even know how to spell them. Hehe so waikeng ended up telling what's this animal and what's that animal. Hey. Not my fault, I haven't seen them for ages ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like being like a small kid, waning to see ziraffes and elephants. I like huge and big animals lah. Nice to capture picture with, especially when you're near them. *giggles* And the apes, were like huge and furry!! And they act sooooo like humans. Gosh, I sound like a small girl. *laughs out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, so tiring. Walking so much there. We walked the whole zoo marr.... And hehe waikeng complained of being tired even before me!! Yahoo.... I have more stamina than him. Haha. But still, leg also pain liao after walking. Haha, overall, quite nice lah the trip. I like going out seeing things mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, yes dear, I intro-ed you to my "relatives" in the end, do not complain that I haven't done that ya. And I intro-ed them to you as well. Just that, I don't know how to differentiate their species also lah. Sorry for that. Anyway, the "relatives" he meant, are the MONKEYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day must go to ostrich park and intro your "relatives" there to me also ya. I wonder if there are different species of ostrich. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116254202558306064?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116254202558306064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116254202558306064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116254202558306064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116254202558306064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/zoo-negara.html' title='Zoo Negara'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116249564096839847</id><published>2006-11-02T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:27:21.056Z</updated><title type='text'>KL BBC Proms 2006</title><content type='html'>Went for Prom 3 at the Philharmonic Hall at KLCC. Was my 2nd time there. Quite a spectacular night, I would say. All pieces performed were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violin concerto, however, wasn't really my favourite though. I thought it was abit too 20th century for my taste. But, the violinist was good. His name, Ilya something. His skill was really good. *aplause aplause* What's more... He's good looking as well. Counted his age... He's only 24 this year. Young yet excellent. *giggle* (Wasn't me who counted his age, wai keng, you did) I sort of liked the cadenza, when Ilya played solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other piece was Petrushka. Anyone who wants to know about this piece, go google it or something lah. It's actually a ballet piece then. This was much better suited to my taste compared to the violin concerto. These were the 2 long pieces lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 3 other short pieces that night. I think it's from the Classical Period. Not too sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, had to take some photos at the end. How can photos lari from us right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.... Up next: Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker on Dec 1st, 2nd and 3rd 2006. Going for the Dec 1st one..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116249564096839847?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116249564096839847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116249564096839847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116249564096839847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116249564096839847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/kl-bbc-proms-2006.html' title='KL BBC Proms 2006'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116245769574974154</id><published>2006-11-02T08:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T08:54:55.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Me in my new hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/P1011428e2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/P1011428e2.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                    So... this is my new look. I think I look older now, don't I? At least maybe now I look like a real 19 year old girl. haha... Don't know why some people say I look like a secondary school girl when I'm already in university. Or does my shorter hair makes me look even younger?&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/36579108-116245769574974154?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116245769574974154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116245769574974154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116245769574974154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116245769574974154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-in-my-new-hair.html' title='Me in my new hair'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116228850476952648</id><published>2006-10-31T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:01:36.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh Sigh</title><content type='html'>Oh nooo... I did something extraordinary today... I went to the saloon to cut my hair!! (Note the word CUT and not trim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shortt.... Very very very very short... (Not a boycut kinda short lah, if that's what you're thinking) It's short in comparison to my old hairstyle. New hair: Shoulder length hair. My hair hasn't been this short for ages. I think years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was how it went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hairdresser: I cut it until this length ar, ok? Don't cut too much lah. (showed my where would she be cutting until)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: So, what do you think? Ok? (to waikeng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Waikeng: Up to you lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Knowing him that he wants it shorter, i told hairdresser: Cut abit more lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hairdresser: OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halfway through, Wai Keng said "I think right, shorter somemore better and nicer." -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After the whole cut, Wai Keng again said "I think right, shorter would be better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Told ya he wants it shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: Already so short, if shorter somemore harrrrrr......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cut, I looked on the floor. Gosh that's a lot of hair. Looks more than what's on my head now. *stunned, shocked, fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post a picture tonight when I get home. ^_^ Ppl, comment comment ya. Rin, kw, yp, etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116228850476952648?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116228850476952648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116228850476952648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116228850476952648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116228850476952648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/10/oh-sigh.html' title='Oh Sigh'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116219796555453824</id><published>2006-10-30T08:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T09:01:34.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Still in uni</title><content type='html'>Still lepaking in uni... so came online to get something to do. Well, these are what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Driving Is is: 49% Male, 51% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, you drive both like a guy and a girl.&lt;br /&gt;This means you're a pretty average driver, with typical quirks.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you're frustrated and or a little reckless, but that's the exception - not the norm.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See... at least I'm not like some 80% or 90% lady driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Logical and Principled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/social.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to voice your well thought out opinions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone doesn't what you write, you really don't care!&lt;br /&gt;Serious and blunt, sometimes people take your blog the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;But you're a true and loyal friend to those who truly get you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 82% Feminine, 18% Masculine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/gender-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are totally in touch with your feminine side.&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you are a very typical woman.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're a guy, then you're just super sensitive.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumasculineorfemininequiz/"&gt;Are You Masculine or Feminine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, expected results. hehe. The whole world knows that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Cypress Tree&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/cypress-tree.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are strong, adaptable, and striving to be content.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at taking what life has to give - even if you don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;A passionate lover who can't be satisfied, you are quick tempered at times.&lt;br /&gt;You hate loneliness, want love and affection, and need to be needed.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a live wire, you love to gain knowledge any cost... and you can be careless at times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourceltichoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Celtic Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... some parts are very true&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116219796555453824?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116219796555453824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116219796555453824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116219796555453824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116219796555453824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-in-uni.html' title='Still in uni'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116219688645488926</id><published>2006-10-30T08:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:49:12.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS! Please be informed that you have passed the End of Semester 4 Examination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's the best news of the day. Although I didn't pass with flying colours, but passingg..... is wayyyy beyond what I've expected already. Of course I'm happy enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My reaction when I opened the slip "Omg, I passed, dear!! I'm going to sem 5!!! I don't even have to resit the exam." The best thing of all, (nobody would ever believe this *i think*), I CRIED.... Tears of joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I think I know why I passed. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;IT'S MY DEAR WAI KENG'S EFFORT&lt;/span&gt;. If you didn't have prayed for me, I don't think I'll pass.... Seriously, now I'm starting to believe in praying. After this, I might follow you more often to temple, and pray there, instead of just like dunno what to do and stand there. Or I usually, almost all the time, take the jostick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and put it on the thingy (what is it called), without thinking about anything. Merely for the sake of doing what everybody else is doing. *kicks myself for being so silly before this*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Another 3 weeks of holidays. Gotta enjoy kao kao lah. If not, cannot forgive myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Semester 5... Here I come!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I feel so old, that's the 3rd year in uni already.&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/36579108-116219688645488926?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116219688645488926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116219688645488926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116219688645488926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116219688645488926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay.html' title='Yay!!!'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116213170606023187</id><published>2006-10-29T14:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:56:41.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Nervous??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Die die tonight. Die die tmr. Kan cheong like crazy now. RESULTS OUT TMR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Good luck to all P105s. Need to pray tmr morning. Only pray when I need help. Bad girl. Naughty girl. Dear pls pray for me also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T WANT TO FAIL.&lt;/span&gt; I'l'l be depressed crazy if I fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116213170606023187?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116213170606023187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116213170606023187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116213170606023187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116213170606023187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/10/nervous.html' title='Nervous??'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36579108.post-116193082852167717</id><published>2006-10-27T07:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T07:36:46.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Baby Chick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/c.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/c.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/1600/e.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3435/4089/320/e.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cute, isn't it? The little chick has just hatched out from its egg shell. And it's looking for its mummy! Sorry, me not your mummy. *wink* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This was what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was real from far. Silly me scream &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"DUWAN... TAKE IT AWAY!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to my mummy when she brought it to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She had a good laugh though, and said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"NOT REAL LAH... PASTRY ONLY LAH. HAAHAHAHHA. WHY ON EARTH WOULD I BRING A REAL CHICK FOR YOU"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36579108-116193082852167717?l=babypinkangel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/feeds/116193082852167717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36579108&amp;postID=116193082852167717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116193082852167717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36579108/posts/default/116193082852167717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babypinkangel.blogspot.com/2006/10/cute-baby-chick.html' title='Cute Baby Chick'/><author><name>babypinkangel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16076732112705706400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
