<?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-5146212725786348415</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:15:28.320+08:00</updated><category term='farewell'/><category term='random'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='ICG camp'/><category term='bored'/><category term='MCR concert'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='dog'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Yes'/><category term='post secret'/><category term='life'/><category term='cam whore'/><category term='engineering fair'/><category term='prom'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='university course'/><category term='Doh'/><category term='shoplifting'/><category term='weird'/><category term='driving'/><category term='part time job'/><category term='rant'/><category term='my resolution'/><title type='text'>Music Loves My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-1971867192610233267</id><published>2008-02-18T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:54:03.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><title type='text'>How I spent my valentines</title><content type='html'>Urrmm...&lt;br /&gt;I know this lil festive has passed looong ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my blog&lt;br /&gt;(if it can be called as such anymore due to the lack of updates...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is whining piteously for an updates in its state of near death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm proud to blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 19th SAD (singles appreciation day) and counting.&lt;br /&gt;(though I swear by Resolution 15 next year no more SADs....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways~&lt;br /&gt;This year was pretty unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I woke up (yes, very very early morning....=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this sweet guy (housemate of mine)&lt;br /&gt;knocking on my door and giving everyone roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did I respond to the niceness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three eloquent words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...(I think this counts as four)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;I was half asleep damnit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I scared the poor guy with my lack of response...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I tell?&lt;br /&gt;The rose was shaking mightily when he passed it to me...=.=..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out(yesterday) which housemate that was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs, wonder if I should thank the poor guy properly&lt;br /&gt;(and apologise for scaring him...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar,&lt;br /&gt;and I got chocolates and an ang pau :D&lt;br /&gt;It ain't too late for CNY, yays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-1971867192610233267?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1971867192610233267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1971867192610233267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1971867192610233267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1971867192610233267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-i-spent-my-valentines.html' title='How I spent my valentines'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-5912150628361825156</id><published>2008-01-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:52:12.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my resolution'/><title type='text'>My resolution</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a few days to late to do this..(20 days to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suddenly have this urge to add in another resolution (pain in the ass) to my endless list (12) of resolution (to be broken later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When thou feels the need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Be anti-social&lt;br /&gt;b. Self-pity (sulk more like it)&lt;br /&gt;c. Depressed&lt;br /&gt;d. Lonely (because I'm being anti social again)&lt;br /&gt;e. Wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thou shall move thy lazy bum to work on that which thou has procrastinated (because there's always something which I've procrastinated on) to avoid doing the above...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5912150628361825156?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5912150628361825156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5912150628361825156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5912150628361825156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5912150628361825156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-resolution.html' title='My resolution'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8702443697797306453</id><published>2008-01-11T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T17:50:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since..</title><content type='html'>my blog is a tad bit dead~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update about something random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played ping pong for the first time today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't half bad *grins* (for my first time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to serve and hit the ball!&lt;br /&gt;and I played a match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-4&lt;br /&gt;Guess who lost the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ernest and I(doubles)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures next time...&lt;br /&gt;(if I remember..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8702443697797306453?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8702443697797306453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8702443697797306453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8702443697797306453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8702443697797306453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2008/01/since.html' title='Since..'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8599421239619719369</id><published>2007-12-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:43:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got five dogs</title><content type='html'>and all of them are so bloody useless....=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fed them;&lt;br /&gt;we bathe them;&lt;br /&gt;we housed them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when robbers come in the night what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep soundly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh~&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should stop feeding them to teach them a lesson =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, my house nearly got robbed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEARLY&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma woke up when she heard the NEIGHBOUR'S dogs barking....&lt;br /&gt;(notice all my 5 dogs did even bat an eyelash...=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she saw them and they ran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm fine~&lt;br /&gt;Was happily watching prince of tennis on my laptop while they were attempting to prise the back door open below~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8599421239619719369?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-7038955659715268091</id><published>2007-12-19T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:11:58.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay Michi~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the layout for you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I promised you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your happy :D&lt;br /&gt;I went through much effort (fufufu~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are much appreciated ----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That is if you still visit my blog......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-7038955659715268091?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-2341247329627592357</id><published>2007-12-12T02:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:44:15.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCR concert'/><title type='text'>MCR concert</title><content type='html'>..........was fucking awesome!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It RAINED the whole damn way~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even see the stage cause we were too far away and I was vertically challenged..=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were maniacs stomping in front of me aka trampling on my foot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;fucking&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;(forgive me, it's my first concert :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were great (minus the uber long wait we had before they appeared on the stage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang along (cause I knew most of the lyrics anyways :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this MCR shirt...yay~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to be able to know nearly all the lyrics they were about to sing and sing along with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly they started off with "This is how I disappear" which was not one of my favs..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they ended it off with "Famous last words" Now THAT'S a great song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second last song (which we all thought was their last) "Cancer" :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-933e0f9ac9babbba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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were all baffled cause it wasn't in their album...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the concert, they sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Love You&lt;br /&gt;Dead!&lt;br /&gt;This is How I Disappear&lt;br /&gt;The Sharpest Lives&lt;br /&gt;House of Wolves&lt;br /&gt;Cancer&lt;br /&gt;The Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers&lt;br /&gt;Famous Last Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, two from their previous album "Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge"&lt;br /&gt;Helena&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Okay (I Promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't sing Disenchanted and The End. Sad. I'd like to hear "The End"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guitar solo from Mikey Way (I think :P) and Gerard sang a new song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert something...=.=&lt;br /&gt;Bad memory :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here's the shirt I bought~ (so proud of it :D):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R17YIPMQM8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jTeMZPxT1Cc/s1600-h/wilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R17YIPMQM8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jTeMZPxT1Cc/s320/wilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142785460532163522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;took it off the MCR site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a picture wearing it one day (if I remember...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I got my new IC&lt;br /&gt;and my mom doesn't remember she insisted that I make a new one...=.=&lt;br /&gt;until later which she said, "Yar, you wanted a new IC cause you always complain the picture on it is ugly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true (in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;much more satisfied with this new one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-2341247329627592357?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/2341247329627592357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=2341247329627592357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2341247329627592357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2341247329627592357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/12/mcr-concert.html' title='MCR concert'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R17YIPMQM8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/jTeMZPxT1Cc/s72-c/wilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-3368880362336677619</id><published>2007-11-23T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:33:39.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My blog is so outdated...</title><content type='html'>it gives out-of-date a new meaning.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me, my life is so uninteresting I have nothing to blog about~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when something interesting happens, aka the engineering fair:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdDgOCcmI/AAAAAAAAATs/cNhYBQhQJy0/s1600-h/IMG_0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdDgOCcmI/AAAAAAAAATs/cNhYBQhQJy0/s320/IMG_0782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136035477320790626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seniors from CE, some CE juniors and mostly ME juniors along with our lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's start with my project :-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdTwOCcnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tazZc2QzdO8/s1600-h/IMG_0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdTwOCcnI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tazZc2QzdO8/s320/IMG_0758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136035756493664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Automated Parking Lot Management System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we have Keegan passionately explaining the schematics of our project to Praveen. Let's have a close-up of the project shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdtwOCcoI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aro78mh9tO4/s1600-h/IMG_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdtwOCcoI/AAAAAAAAAT8/aro78mh9tO4/s320/IMG_0749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136036203170263682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugly ain't it? We made it, and designed it and built it :P.&lt;br /&gt;It's to help motorist locate vacant parking lot by use of active signs (aka the grey display board) and sensors (the red lights).&lt;br /&gt;Since there's a board at the entrance that shows you exactly where the empty parking lots in the parking lot area is, you don't have to waste time going round to find it. Ingenious ain't it? (It was my idea :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we have the project that had the most strategic location at the fair:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0be8QOCcpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XX9t-uENPno/s1600-h/IMG_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0be8QOCcpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XX9t-uENPno/s320/IMG_0766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136037551789994642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The CPU cooling system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bfNwOCcqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CLYv7mpzg5s/s1600-h/IMG_0750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bfNwOCcqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/CLYv7mpzg5s/s320/IMG_0750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136037852437705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn nice looking right? (That's cause you can't see the close ups :P) So, this design, was to install in 3 (or was it 4..=.=) fans to eliminate the dead zones found in the CPU unit etc, etc...(not my project so I don't know much bout it :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, to your left, you have the big, brown, ugly monstrosity:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bfoQOCcrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lQEaiTQ730M/s1600-h/IMG_0757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bfoQOCcrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lQEaiTQ730M/s320/IMG_0757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136038307704238770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Solar Updraft Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the lil black square thingy next to the green button?&lt;br /&gt;Well, those lazy ppl decided to program the system to read out explanations to visitors..=.=&lt;br /&gt;Press 1, for Jun King's sexy voice, press 2 for more of Jun King's sexy voice, press 3, for Jun King's ultra sexy voice and if you press all the buttons at once,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari's sexy voice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK YOU STOP PRESSING ALL THE BUTTONS!"&lt;br /&gt;(jking jking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got no pics of the team members cause they all hulk behind the big, &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; project of theirs. (except one from Edward. I'll post more pics when I get them from Joanne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, to your right, ANOTHER MONSTROSITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bgPAOCcsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JLpTvTFk168/s1600-h/IMG_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bgPAOCcsI/AAAAAAAAAUc/JLpTvTFk168/s320/IMG_0760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136038973424169666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...the resident doctor and Joanne with their Laundry Rack Project:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bgtQOCctI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x-OWx2taqpo/s1600-h/IMG_0748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bgtQOCctI/AAAAAAAAAUk/x-OWx2taqpo/s320/IMG_0748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136039493115212498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a few models for the clothes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bg-AOCcuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H5T5ojtKL6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bg-AOCcuI/AAAAAAAAAUs/H5T5ojtKL6Y/s320/IMG_0756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136039780878021346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, to your other right, you see a waste of space....=.=...&lt;br /&gt;Oppss...I meant the Zaven and the Blind Spot (True Sight) Project..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bhJwOCcvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nQndbEq1-tc/s1600-h/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bhJwOCcvI/AAAAAAAAAU0/nQndbEq1-tc/s320/IMG_0754.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136039982741484274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waste of space right...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bhbgOCcwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/U1P2vT2uniY/s1600-h/IMG_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bhbgOCcwI/AAAAAAAAAU8/U1P2vT2uniY/s320/IMG_0746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136040287684162306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we have the CE's project..which is to only operate a popcorn machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bh8QOCcyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/n1P-cwHxV6o/s1600-h/IMG_0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bh8QOCcyI/AAAAAAAAAVM/n1P-cwHxV6o/s320/IMG_0742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136040850324878114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lure visitors with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bhuwOCcxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LZNwAIy9b0M/s1600-h/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bhuwOCcxI/AAAAAAAAAVE/LZNwAIy9b0M/s320/IMG_0743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136040618396644114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;free popcorn, though it's mostly us ME's that take it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, the main event and most important thing in this whole post :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camwhoring sessions~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0biVwOCczI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fYfMVIgChp0/s1600-h/IMG_0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0biVwOCczI/AAAAAAAAAVU/fYfMVIgChp0/s320/IMG_0787.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136041288411542322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First two male camwhores I've ever known....=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bjLQOCc0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/-unMk0gm6Is/s1600-h/IMG_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bjLQOCc0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/-unMk0gm6Is/s320/IMG_0778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136042207534543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus in one female camwhore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bjwgOCc1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/vFxyeRTMg2A/s1600-h/IMG_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bjwgOCc1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/vFxyeRTMg2A/s320/IMG_0781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136042847484670802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll get more camwhoring pics, when I get the photos from Joanne...&lt;br /&gt;fufuufu~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-3368880362336677619?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3368880362336677619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3368880362336677619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3368880362336677619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3368880362336677619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-blog-is-so-outdated.html' title='My blog is so outdated...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/R0bdDgOCcmI/AAAAAAAAATs/cNhYBQhQJy0/s72-c/IMG_0782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-8758545957418446723</id><published>2007-11-04T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T12:02:54.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Uh owh..</title><content type='html'>Due to my very very big mouth, I got myself stuck in a predicament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now i'm kinda "in charge" of designing and making the shirt for engineering.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm complaining......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayhan did these, will upload charles later&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1Dy4rKiKI/AAAAAAAAATU/l6VIZxkQB6w/s1600-h/Shirt+Design-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1Dy4rKiKI/AAAAAAAAATU/l6VIZxkQB6w/s320/Shirt+Design-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128830092130814114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improved after a suggestion from Ernest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1EBIrKiLI/AAAAAAAAATc/orN68M8gmuI/s1600-h/Shirt+Design+-+2+copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1EBIrKiLI/AAAAAAAAATc/orN68M8gmuI/s320/Shirt+Design+-+2+copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128830336943950002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Jayhan said we should space it more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1EIorKiMI/AAAAAAAAATk/eIV87HhdMmo/s1600-h/Shirt+Design+-+2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1EIorKiMI/AAAAAAAAATk/eIV87HhdMmo/s320/Shirt+Design+-+2.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128830465792968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left's the front (collared) right's the back, personally, i prefer the second...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8758545957418446723?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8758545957418446723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8758545957418446723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8758545957418446723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8758545957418446723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/11/uh-owh.html' title='Uh owh..'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Ry1Dy4rKiKI/AAAAAAAAATU/l6VIZxkQB6w/s72-c/Shirt+Design-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-1254766128394735884</id><published>2007-10-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T00:12:02.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Engineering T-shirt</title><content type='html'>This is what I spent the better part of my afternoon doing.&lt;br /&gt;In case you can't read the itsy bitsy teeny weeny words on top, they say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't understand Chinese, tilt your head to the right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYBzorKiCI/AAAAAAAAASU/q7QLQ2gGCdg/s1600-h/Shirt+design.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYBzorKiCI/AAAAAAAAASU/q7QLQ2gGCdg/s320/Shirt+design.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126787212411308066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kudos to anyone who can figure this picture out!&lt;br /&gt;I await your answer in my cbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Front&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYD04rKiFI/AAAAAAAAASs/0W60TPd7jLk/s1600-h/mainequation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYD04rKiFI/AAAAAAAAASs/0W60TPd7jLk/s320/mainequation.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126789432909400146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="position: relative; top: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:159.75pt;" ole=""&gt; 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&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:oleobject type="Embed" progid="Equation.3" shapeid="_x0000_i1028" drawaspect="Content" objectid="_1255207872"&gt;  &lt;/o:OLEObject&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYFcorKiJI/AAAAAAAAATM/mqhe68CohVE/s1600-h/answer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYFcorKiJI/AAAAAAAAATM/mqhe68CohVE/s320/answer.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126791215320828050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                     = 1/24 &lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Σ(ng)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;rinG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...urrmm..right..i think i was too free :P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYFMorKiII/AAAAAAAAATE/3DGGzZ5r9h8/s1600-h/fraction.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-1254766128394735884?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1254766128394735884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1254766128394735884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1254766128394735884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1254766128394735884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/10/engineering-t-shirt.html' title='Engineering T-shirt'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RyYBzorKiCI/AAAAAAAAASU/q7QLQ2gGCdg/s72-c/Shirt+design.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-2702835061570337500</id><published>2007-10-15T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T20:46:51.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ICG camp'/><title type='text'>For all those who are wondering</title><content type='html'>Why I was missing during the weekends...(that is if any of you even noticed...=.=)..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was because I went Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my wonderful, owh so wonderful &lt;s&gt;Please note the sarcasm&lt;/s&gt; trip started off with the most amazing, glaring and obvious premonition (meant to smack you flat in the face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specific...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to meet Fran's friend at 6.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suppose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to wake up at 5.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(please note these numbers are all in AM and not PM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I woke up at 6.51&lt;br /&gt;(because I set the damn alarm 1 hour too late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not a sign from the heavens above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, pure coincidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in my rush to throw everything I need into my luggage bag (I did not even bring my pillow because I was panicking too much to try and cram it in...T_T); drag my bag and my sleeping bag down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I locked myself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or more specifically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I locked my key in the room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, at this point of time, any sane and reasonable human, will throw his/her hands up and shout,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Glory Hallelujah! I give up!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh but not this &lt;s&gt;insane woman&lt;/s&gt; human!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I knocked on Myat's room (more like bang down his door, with any disregard for the sleeping occupant inside...) and asked to borrow his keys to open the main door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I made it in time (Because smart people like them had the foresight to make sure everyone arrive earlier than needed due to people like me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only on the train that I discovered a few key and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; points:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and thus the sleeping bag...&lt;br /&gt;which means nice hard concrete floor to enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This trips ends on Tuesday and not Monday..&lt;br /&gt;therefore I'll have to skip my IT test on Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;sure it's fine and dandy to skip tests,&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't enjoy tests...&lt;br /&gt;But it's in my assessment, which means = very very important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We will be staying in the mainland, not the island..&lt;br /&gt;We can't go out of the school area aka there goes my shopping plans T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I should have done at that time:-&lt;br /&gt;Hoist my bags,&lt;br /&gt;Salute them&lt;br /&gt;and say, "See ya people! I shall merrily march back to Subang!"&lt;br /&gt;and hightail outta there with my luggage in tow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, I must profusely apologise to the people of ICG for the inconvenience caused by me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, long story short, because of my test on Tuesday, I had to hike a bus back to KL without the group. &lt;s&gt;and give them a bloody headache in the making&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, I must thank Myat for keeping my keys&lt;br /&gt;Due to my idiocy of locking my keys in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, the camp was not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;minus the cold morning showers and hard concrete floors...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were great workshops and I kinda got to met up with Audrey and Fran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least!&lt;br /&gt;GREAT PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;This was where we stayed, gorgeous ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNSN6NLvGI/AAAAAAAAARI/9kWOxizfKDY/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNSN6NLvGI/AAAAAAAAARI/9kWOxizfKDY/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121527600166714466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNWPaNLvII/AAAAAAAAARU/DZeHvdUcTwE/s1600-h/IMG_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNWPaNLvII/AAAAAAAAARU/DZeHvdUcTwE/s320/IMG_0716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121532023983029378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The group I was attached to:&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly &lt;s&gt;Francesca Institute of Technology&lt;/s&gt; under Francesca, but let's just call it INTEC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNW86NLvJI/AAAAAAAAARc/g8QktUz4N10/s1600-h/IMG_0718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNW86NLvJI/AAAAAAAAARc/g8QktUz4N10/s320/IMG_0718.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121532805667077266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNXg6NLvKI/AAAAAAAAARk/UDjM4M6mFBU/s1600-h/IMG_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNXg6NLvKI/AAAAAAAAARk/UDjM4M6mFBU/s320/IMG_0719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121533424142367906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is just gorgeous!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNY36NLvLI/AAAAAAAAARs/CsQQDJDUMv4/s1600-h/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNY36NLvLI/AAAAAAAAARs/CsQQDJDUMv4/s320/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121534918790986930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNZs6NLvMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4oZLQEhLv_s/s1600-h/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNZs6NLvMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4oZLQEhLv_s/s320/IMG_0701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121535829324053698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't I just &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RUIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; add to the gorgeousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNbAqNLvNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MBlKwwOfeVc/s1600-h/IMG_0694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNbAqNLvNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MBlKwwOfeVc/s320/IMG_0694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121537268138097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, enough of me...you'll get more of my camwhoring when I get the pics from Francesca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-2702835061570337500?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/2702835061570337500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=2702835061570337500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2702835061570337500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2702835061570337500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-all-those-who-are-wondering.html' title='For all those who are wondering'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RxNSN6NLvGI/AAAAAAAAARI/9kWOxizfKDY/s72-c/IMG_0715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-1249487094928474671</id><published>2007-10-08T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:44:13.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Professional Design Skills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was going through my pendrive to do my Lab assignment when I saw this folder - CNC Lab. Then I remembered that Joven gave me the pictures he took that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's have a look at our daily class of Professional Design Skills:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing, our lecturer, Mushtak:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118875814343719730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwnmbqNLuzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zqxXxpOYZvI/s320/IMG_1723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mushtak indulging a little slacking off in the class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118878464338541378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwno16NLu0I/AAAAAAAAAO4/4hEFgnooKa0/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Ming's group: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118890060750240642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwnzY6NLu4I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jT710Qia8nw/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuyoh! Working hard on their CPU cooling design project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118886556056927074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwnwM6NLu2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/f0Opillb06g/s320/IMG_1733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what's my group doing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118888106540120946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwnxnKNLu3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NEzQ42lduN0/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kononnya working hard on our parking lot model..=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118891890406308754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwn1DaNLu5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/tuDxhoZmt1I/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we got a lil bored so we decided to play around:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwodJaNLu6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/S5kY0-TKlpI/s1600-h/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwodJaNLu6I/AAAAAAAAAPo/S5kY0-TKlpI/s320/IMG_1770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118935973950634914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the gayness in action - Keegan "grabbing" Bryan's butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwoeCKNLu7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/j1Z-YYfxIwM/s1600-h/IMG_1776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwoeCKNLu7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/j1Z-YYfxIwM/s320/IMG_1776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118936948908211122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the violence in action - attacking Edward (What's Jun King doing anyways...=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to smoke in class..&lt;br /&gt;without a lighter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwoexaNLu8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-Yc6B8yuGno/s1600-h/IMG_1779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwoexaNLu8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-Yc6B8yuGno/s320/IMG_1779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118937760657030082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's see if this works =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwofeqNLu9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/9tiP5psxx4k/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwofeqNLu9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/9tiP5psxx4k/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118938538046110674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Success&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwogIaNLu-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6Rmn9Be-bX4/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwogIaNLu-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/6Rmn9Be-bX4/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118939255305649122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shafiq getting ready to leave (with Jeffrey's bag..=.=)&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing about the class is, you can walk out and leave early under the pretense the you're doing your project and the lecturer doesn't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwog56NLu_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oYb6gb0UWqo/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwog56NLu_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oYb6gb0UWqo/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118940105709173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joven - Chee Ming's group. Still working hard on their design, I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwohpaNLvAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3uTICFHBgAs/s1600-h/IMG_1789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwohpaNLvAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/3uTICFHBgAs/s320/IMG_1789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118940921752960002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the rest of us doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwoiXKNLvBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WNcxDgLeQjo/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwoiXKNLvBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WNcxDgLeQjo/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118941707731975186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing choo choo train with chairs =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwojH6NLvCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Eoto43jDqHw/s1600-h/IMG_1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwojH6NLvCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Eoto43jDqHw/s320/IMG_1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118942545250597922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to look hardworking but they're actually talking crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwoj3qNLvDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/274hyiOVj9I/s1600-h/IMG_1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwoj3qNLvDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/274hyiOVj9I/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118943365589351474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poking people in the back....&lt;br /&gt;And finally, stretching after a day's "hard" work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwok_qNLvEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I_pO2foENxY/s1600-h/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwok_qNLvEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I_pO2foENxY/s320/IMG_1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118944602539932738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owh, and let's not forget cleaning up the evidence after playing too much...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwol7qNLvFI/AAAAAAAAARA/A6QV__JNQoE/s1600-h/IMG_1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rwol7qNLvFI/AAAAAAAAARA/A6QV__JNQoE/s320/IMG_1800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118945633332083794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(That's paint that they accidentally spilled on the floor....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you know what we do everyday in our Design class....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing....&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous yet?&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/5146212725786348415-1249487094928474671?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1249487094928474671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1249487094928474671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1249487094928474671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1249487094928474671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/10/professional-design-skills.html' title='Professional Design Skills'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RwnmbqNLuzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/zqxXxpOYZvI/s72-c/IMG_1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-5324290224383465588</id><published>2007-10-04T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:28:33.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I said I wouldn't update...(much..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I lied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. :P :P Life is great!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ian Low Yin Hoe (not to be confused with Ian Tang =.=)&lt;br /&gt;And Simon too, having to listen to an old wives' tale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. A bit crazy =.=...&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Must thank him properly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5324290224383465588?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5324290224383465588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5324290224383465588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5324290224383465588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5324290224383465588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-i-said-i-wouldnt-update.html' title=''/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-5427587715632667974</id><published>2007-09-30T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:26:58.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to a rock...</title><content type='html'>called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laziness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog will be officially proclaimed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inactive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because I'm too damn lazy to update..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5427587715632667974?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5427587715632667974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5427587715632667974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5427587715632667974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5427587715632667974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/due-to-rock.html' title='Due to a rock...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8672051574230327174</id><published>2007-09-25T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:32:54.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the moral of this story is.....</title><content type='html'>I fell yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and landed on my chin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost: RM 285 on medical bill&lt;br /&gt;Gained: A new scar to my addition of scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humiliation of wearing the big bandage under my chin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priceless....&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we learned boys and girls?&lt;br /&gt;Never run in the bedroom especially when you have wet feet and slippery tiles&lt;br /&gt;(Not even when your alarm is ringing with the embarrassing tone of 'girlfriend - avril lavigne'. &lt;s&gt;my scar will twinge painfully every time I hear that song =.=&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8672051574230327174?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8672051574230327174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8672051574230327174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8672051574230327174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8672051574230327174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-moral-of-this-story-is.html' title='And the moral of this story is.....'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-3542485254821959203</id><published>2007-09-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:48:55.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My room</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know this is long overdued but being late is better than never right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't claim that I was too lazy to try =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first this you see when you open the door:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO4ZaNLurI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C4INAWO4TH8/s1600-h/IMG_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO4ZaNLurI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C4INAWO4TH8/s320/IMG_0527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112632748666501810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACTUAL closet (please note, there are two fake/spare closets lying round...)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO50aNLusI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Aq3m4eWmDVE/s1600-h/IMG_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO50aNLusI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Aq3m4eWmDVE/s320/IMG_0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112634312034597570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal balcony =D (Door can't be opened though cause I don't have the key, so it's there for decoration and as an extra large window)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO6PqNLutI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VKIu7ksJ4BM/s1600-h/IMG_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO6PqNLutI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VKIu7ksJ4BM/s320/IMG_0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112634780186032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My study/trash table (aka the table where I throw everything)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO6qqNLuuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GrPLCDxXDlQ/s1600-h/IMG_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO6qqNLuuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/GrPLCDxXDlQ/s320/IMG_0528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112635244042500834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another closet. The door out on the right.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO8J6NLuvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-8OrptVz5J0/s1600-h/IMG_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO8J6NLuvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-8OrptVz5J0/s320/IMG_0530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112636880425040626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the door is my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO8hqNLuwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OxpJwycV3R4/s1600-h/IMG_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO8hqNLuwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OxpJwycV3R4/s320/IMG_0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112637288446933762" 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/5146212725786348415-3542485254821959203?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3542485254821959203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3542485254821959203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3542485254821959203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3542485254821959203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-room.html' title='My room'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RvO4ZaNLurI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C4INAWO4TH8/s72-c/IMG_0527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-4986678751064908659</id><published>2007-09-21T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:16:18.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's back!</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this post from, believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OWN LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! It's finally back! Please don't ever leave me again my sweet laptop T_T...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks no different from the same old laptop that I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the same error(blue screen) that I sent for repair popped up again when I installed my anti-virus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll not sent it for repair!&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait and see if it happens again.&lt;br /&gt;Thee shalt not part me from my beloved:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, is dedicated to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of getting my laptop back =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky drove me to get my laptop, even though we both didn't know the way...&lt;br /&gt;We just winged it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, we thought it was at shah alam but it turns out it was at Glenmarie. Luckily I read the address first...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 4, Jalan Saudagar U1/16, Seksyen U1, Hicom Glenmarie Park. &lt;- The address in case anyone with a Toshiba laptop needs to find it...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, okay! We got into Glenmarie, time to find Seksyen U1...  &lt;br /&gt;And we spotted U1/50! Lucky!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that must mean that U1/16 was righteee at the end of the road. (Mighty far end of the road it seems...=.=).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't give up! We kept driving and the signs were decreasing,  &lt;br /&gt;U1/48 &lt;br /&gt;U1/47 &lt;br /&gt;U1/46 &lt;br /&gt;U1/45 &lt;br /&gt;U1/46...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a mistake of my eyes, getting old you know...some more I wear specs...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until... &lt;br /&gt;I saw the Porsche building up ahead  &lt;br /&gt;The same building we saw,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;on the way in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Smart of us, we turned on big circle...=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were thinking we were in big shit because when we got to the main road, up ahead was a traffic light,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a T-junction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky picked left...&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out to bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on and on and didn't see any signs that said U1.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.......T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desperation, I called Matt,&lt;br /&gt;as I was on the phone, Nicky suddenly said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that U1/24...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glory Hallelujah! We're saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until we turned in and instead of the numbers going to U1/23,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it was U1/28 XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind! We persevered! We went on and saw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U1/20!&lt;br /&gt;Saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went onwards till we reached the end and saw U1/14 on the left and U1/15 and the right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the heck is U1/16? I was half expecting it to pop in the middle of the road. (Because there is only one main road and it branches out to the sections)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we went right...&lt;br /&gt;because logically speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if left is 14, right is 15 then right right is 16, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! I seriously think the people who made the roads flunked maths!&lt;br /&gt;we saw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U1/21!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point, Nicky was...&lt;br /&gt;no, no noooooooooo.......!!!&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;He really gave up hope edi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw, like a bright shining beacon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U1/16...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god!&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, U1/16 was just down the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-4986678751064908659?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/4986678751064908659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=4986678751064908659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4986678751064908659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4986678751064908659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back!'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8493033025008897447</id><published>2007-09-16T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T16:56:32.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/629/ipodnanoblkfront9po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img391.imageshack.us/img391/629/ipodnanoblkfront9po.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pricemedia.price.com/prodimgs/IP/iPod-nano-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For saving me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ceiling looks more interesting now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and depression don't seem so alone no more.&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/5146212725786348415-8493033025008897447?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8493033025008897447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8493033025008897447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8493033025008897447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8493033025008897447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/ipod.html' title='Ipod'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-6333803677547672224</id><published>2007-09-14T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:49:56.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>So, how's class?</title><content type='html'>Seemings as that is quite the common question floating around, I should give you a breakdown of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials:&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the toughest class around because the more than half of the senior batch failed their finals. My theory? I think it's the lecturer's fault. Why? Because this was my first class on a sunny Tuesday morning and I slept/dozed off. (Frankly nearly 1/4 of the class fell asleep so I'm not the only one that thinks he's boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lecturer:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tham. Teaches us IT classes and Materials and uses a microphone in LT3 and CL1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ting once said to our class after nearly tripping over the microphone lying around, "The LT3 is such a small Lecture Theatre, who would need a microphone anyways?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was whispering down the row to my left,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR THAM! MR THAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to control my snort of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design and Professional Skill:&lt;br /&gt;Taught by Mushtak who, on the first day, said: The ground rules are, if you are to call me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll minus one mark from your finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the second class, I unwittingly said, "Thank you, sir" and as I was about to walk out of the CNC Lab, he suddenly turned, pointed to me, and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MINUS ONE MARK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design's cool 'cause we get to walk in and out of class for reasons of 'working on our project' and he doesn't mind. We have to submit in our project design memo by this coming monday. My group's working on a Parking Lot Sensor thingy. Later~ lar, very malas to blog about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT Lab:&lt;br /&gt;Again, we had Mr Tham for our lecturer. On the first day of class, I was a very very very VERY naughty girl. The first thing I did when I got to his class was to switch on the computer, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MSNED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then chatted and blogged and suddenly, Keegan says, let's play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOR TAI TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Keegan, Jeffrey, Isaac and I played chor tai ti while Mr Tham lectured in front. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statics:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Singram. An Indian graduate with pHD. Also comes free with a very very thick accent. Another class I slept/dozed. Not to say that he's boring. On the contrary, Statics is quite interesting. Sadly, as I was trying  hard to concentrate, my mind get blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BLANKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was trying to pay attention and decipher his accent when my mind suddenly translated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fasfdhksfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aka, my mind couldn't translate that part because his accent was too thick. So, I had to chuck away a couple of parts of his lectures because I couldn't translate it. But I got used to it, after a few lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluid Flow:&lt;br /&gt;Another Indian lecturer, Dr. Praveen with another thick accent. However, his accent was not as bad as Dr. Singram. That was, until, he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE YALE, YAM AND YAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, I looked up from my notes (Along with a few other students) and thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the yam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he meant,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L, M &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance Mathematics:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ting is another funny lecturer. He orignated from Sarawak (Sibu I think) and cracks jokes in his class all the time. Especially about his wife and woman in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nudged Chee Ming, "You know, for a guy who talks about other wives alot, I think he's not satisfied with his."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee Ming, "Most likely.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go people, My classes in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will post my room pictures next time. It's long overdued =.=&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. About the BBQ I promised, will post when I get the pics...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-6333803677547672224?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6333803677547672224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6333803677547672224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6333803677547672224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6333803677547672224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-hows-class.html' title='So, how&apos;s class?'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8819625559388436684</id><published>2007-09-13T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:01:27.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Chor Tai Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RuigtQ9FeLI/AAAAAAAAANs/_TI6Hzu3B7s/s1600-h/chortaiti.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109510476757563570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RuigtQ9FeLI/AAAAAAAAANs/_TI6Hzu3B7s/s320/chortaiti.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chor tai ti and msn during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For top left: Jun King, Keegan, Isaac and I. My fellow Chor Tai Ti buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had BBQ yesterday. Will post, AFTER class =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to get the pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh, and blogging too apparently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8819625559388436684?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8819625559388436684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8819625559388436684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8819625559388436684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8819625559388436684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/chor-tai-ti.html' title='Chor Tai Ti'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RuigtQ9FeLI/AAAAAAAAANs/_TI6Hzu3B7s/s72-c/chortaiti.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-8619662963582010349</id><published>2007-09-10T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:34:40.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>See you</title><content type='html'>Phew, this blog is turning pretty inactive.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, considering now that I'm in uni, I'd have loads to blog about than when I'm rotting away at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the former and the latter switched places. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Nicky's farewell party (except that he's still here and not farewell-ing). Therefore, a little correction is in order; Nicky's advance farewell party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the prefect example of punctuality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came half and hour earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone came an hour &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LATER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was great, company was greater XD. It was like a girls' night out crapping session (except the company was guys and the crapping was dota =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the perfunctory thank yous:-&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Juin Nik, for the ride to Nicky's house and the hangers XD and the &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; lessons. (Domino Harvey, nice show :D) Owh, and the Subway and dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sing Ming for the ride home. Hope your car's okay =D and to be my bullying post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sing Kwan for the pervy lessons (They go far in life :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrn, you came late =.=, but, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix, amazing songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keat, ohh~ho~ho~ho...I know you weakness (and you know mine too =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky, for trying to suffocate me. Great food. XD. Will be seeing you. BECAUSE I WANT MY HANGERS BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I lost touch with my inner blogness because. I BROUGHT A DAMN CAMERA BUT NEVER TOOK PICTURES. yea, bloody smart, the camera is just there to make my bag heavier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will REMEMBER to take pictures at Wrn's farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8619662963582010349?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8619662963582010349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8619662963582010349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8619662963582010349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8619662963582010349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/see-you.html' title='See you'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-7614089191580465776</id><published>2007-09-06T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:07:30.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my resolution'/><title type='text'>My Resolution</title><content type='html'>After being unexpectedly struck my my conscience, I decided to print out my resolution and paste in front of my study desk so as I am constantly reminded of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had the bloody shock of my life when i discovered that I broke roughly 9 out of 12 of my resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, it's the third day of the start of my new term and I'm blogging while the teacher teacher is teaching in front. Resolution 3 anyone? (Did I mention I'm chatting in the process too?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well~ I'll go home and study. HARD.&lt;br /&gt;....I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to study today:&lt;br /&gt;Fluid Flow and C Programming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-7614089191580465776?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/7614089191580465776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=7614089191580465776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/7614089191580465776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/7614089191580465776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-resolution.html' title='My Resolution'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-1721329715577823899</id><published>2007-09-04T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:22:56.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>I had my orientation yesterday. Boy, what a crap way to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Apparently there was a miscommunication so I was told to go at 10 when  it actually starts at 9&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0805 - My alarm rang. I turned it off and went back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;0825 - I finally draged my lazy butt outta bad. Went to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;0840-ish - Finished bathing, saw clock and thought. 'Dear God, I have one hour plus left!'&lt;br /&gt;0850 - Stare at the floor of my bedroom zoning out.&lt;br /&gt;0902 - Keegan called and asked where I am.&lt;br /&gt;             Me: At home.&lt;br /&gt;             Keegan: Orientation starting&lt;br /&gt;             Me:*#@&amp;#@#$%&amp;amp;! *Grabs the nearest pair of shoes and runs out of the house*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I arrived with time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation was great! Well, the second half anyways cause we ended up playing a game made by the students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was sorta lame and time wasting. Abuthen, the real test came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an engineer?&lt;br /&gt;In short, they gave us an egg, chopsticks, straws and rubberbands and told us to make sure our egg survived a drop from the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group:&lt;br /&gt;Myat, Daniel, Farhan, Johnny and I (Keegan unofficially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;If you employed us to design a build a building,&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared for the building to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COLLAPSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, our idea was a bit stupid/smart and weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encased the egg in two layers of balloon. Firstly was air (contributed by Keegan till he was red in the face) The second layer was water to absorb the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two balloons would be suspended inside a cubic frame made by chopsticks.&lt;br /&gt;The idea was for the frame to take the main fall and the water to absorbed the leftover shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressive indeed isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone thought so, judging by the way they crowded around our group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVEN MORE IMPRESSIVE WHEN WE MADE A MESS OF WATER, EGG AND BALLOON =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it would work if it were a metal frame welded together and the egg wrapped in duct tape instead of rafia string.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-1721329715577823899?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1721329715577823899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1721329715577823899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1721329715577823899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1721329715577823899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8929069374917860518</id><published>2007-09-03T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:47:58.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my resolution'/><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I've sunked to the bottom of the pit of boredom. To the extent that I'm currently blogging, without a blog! That's right, this entry is(was) on a sheet of examination paper, written in hand and read by no one. (Now maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll remember to blog this entry. (I did =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I got to KL, like the evil little person I am, I took advantage of my dad's presence (and credit card) to do a little shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, I sorta broke resolution 4 &lt;s&gt;I bought a blouse and a pair of capris&lt;/s&gt; BUT. It could be worse. (At least I didn't drag my father to Miss Selfridge, I think he'd faint XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping, I noticed one thing in particular. Most girls are overly dressed! (or perhaps I'm under dressed =.=) All this points to one big, glary, obvious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;Missing&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Damn&lt;br /&gt;Blouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after scounting around, I've come to another obvious and disheartening conclusion. The unfeminine-ness of my wardrobe is not because of my lack of blouse but my lack of colours. (or more specifically anything not black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes fellow friends, while everyone looked nice in their multitude of colurs, I looked like a walking mourner (or perhaps a black tiang) with my black ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO! nononono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a desperate measure I shall add in another resolution to my new term resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THOU SHALT ADD BRIGHT COLOURS TO YOUR WARDROBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this breaks resolution 4 and 5!! What shall I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8929069374917860518?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8929069374917860518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8929069374917860518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8929069374917860518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8929069374917860518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/09/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-3716720885704972323</id><published>2007-08-31T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T15:43:20.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>A few to note..</title><content type='html'>First off, there's a little change in my blog and if anyone has a good power of observation (or sharp eyes) he/she will spot it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I'm going to Subang tomorrow. Term starts on Monday. Keegan Francis Khoo, you better be my classmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished packing (or so I have thought) and the total weight of my luggage is a shocking, tremendous, amount of....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that ain't half bad considering my last luggage was &lt;s&gt;50 ++ kg&lt;/s&gt; when I came back to Kuching. Though I do have a sinking suspicion that when I return next year, the weight will miraculously double. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the note, I've seriously no idea why but I'm super blur today. Like run into walls kinda blur. Which is even possible (but I've yet to try it). I feel like sleeping and generally being a pig the whole day. Not a good sign when you're halfway packing since you tend to miss things in your blurness. Speaking of which, I just remembered I have to do something...toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-3716720885704972323?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3716720885704972323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3716720885704972323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3716720885704972323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3716720885704972323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/few-to-note.html' title='A few to note..'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-6674316406033366100</id><published>2007-08-30T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:59:08.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>n. pl. o·bit·u·ar·ies&lt;br /&gt;A published notice of a death, sometimes with a brief biography of the deceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog is dying, not dead.&lt;br /&gt;She'll be dead by tomorrow if I can predict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a ragamuffin mongrel that doesn't really belongs to me.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, she's my neighbor's dog's pup. But since my neighbor's dog stays, eats, sleeps and bathes at my place, consequently, so does she.&lt;br /&gt;She might as well belong to us. (Even has a cage of her own).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's dying because she's contracted some doggy disease (bloody shit and foamy puke).&lt;br /&gt;She looks pitiful, I hope death is swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Brownie because we never got around to name her properly (I wasn't there that time so I didn't think of that name). Cute as a pup, not so cute as a nearly-adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I shall miss ye dearly for the 2 months I've known you.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell dog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtZ922jnxwI/AAAAAAAAANU/NzTn4IejG9E/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtZ922jnxwI/AAAAAAAAANU/NzTn4IejG9E/s320/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104405608982365954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtaGtmjnxyI/AAAAAAAAANk/gFOOH1XphU8/s1600-h/IMG_9843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtaGtmjnxyI/AAAAAAAAANk/gFOOH1XphU8/s320/IMG_9843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104415345673226018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtZ_c2jnxxI/AAAAAAAAANc/6QCHytCwaM4/s1600-h/IMG_0251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtZ_c2jnxxI/AAAAAAAAANc/6QCHytCwaM4/s320/IMG_0251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104407361329022738" 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/5146212725786348415-6674316406033366100?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6674316406033366100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6674316406033366100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6674316406033366100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6674316406033366100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RtZ922jnxwI/AAAAAAAAANU/NzTn4IejG9E/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-3379370164468395899</id><published>2007-08-26T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:07:00.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my resolution'/><title type='text'>My...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No, I've not gone cracked. I know exactly what's the date today, &lt;s&gt;1st of January 2008&lt;/s&gt; 25th of August 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I do not consider 31st of August 2008 as a so-called New Year (God forbid, I'm not that patriotic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all-in-all, I think I made a mistake in my phrasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;NEW TERM RESOLUTION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.  THOU SHALT NOT BE A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROCRASTINATOR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(be more responsible!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.  THOU SHALT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUDY HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (aka consistent studying)&lt;br /&gt;3.  THOU SHALT PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS AND NOT DAYDREAM OR (god forbid!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL ASLEEP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  THOU SHALT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUT DOWN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.  THOU SHALT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SAVE MONEY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AND NOT BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TEMPTED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BY THOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PWETTY SHINY THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.  THOU SHALT &lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; WHINING/COMPLAINING AND GENERALLY BEING A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PAIN IN THE ASS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  THOU SHALT &lt;span style="font-size:230%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; FALL INTO DEPRESSIONS&lt;br /&gt;8.  THOU SHALT NOT BITCH ABOUT ANYONE BEHIND THEIR BACKS&lt;br /&gt;9.  THOU SHALT MAKE MORE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;10. THOU SHALT LOSE WEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;11. THOU SHALT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CUT DOWN &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ON CHOCOLATE AND SNACKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I ever violate my resolution feel free to &lt;s&gt;spank&lt;/s&gt; smack me. (albeit gently)&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/5146212725786348415-3379370164468395899?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3379370164468395899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3379370164468395899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3379370164468395899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3379370164468395899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/my.html' title='My...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-9145612231256600873</id><published>2007-08-23T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:18:49.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoplifting'/><title type='text'>Shoplifter...</title><content type='html'>Do I have like "shoplifter" stamped on my forehead somewhere that I didn't notice? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I?&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy...you can tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the haberdashery shop to take a look at a couple of buttons and beads and this guy kept following me (obviously -.-). Owh sure~ I could stuff a couple-a buttons down my jeans and no one will be the wiser (=.=) &lt;s&gt;Or perhaps it could be the fact that I'm totting around my phone and my pants don't look like they hold any wallet&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the obvious-duh guy was trying to make his presence obvious&lt;br /&gt;and the oblivious-blur girl (aka me) was trying to make her face oblivious-blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda fed the guy up =D&lt;br /&gt;Cause he asked what I was looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG MISTAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the blur look~&lt;br /&gt;and said...button...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the EVEN MORE blur look~&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to the nearest button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: BLUUUUR~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said...I'm looking for a packet of THIS *holds up a button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Bluuuur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second attempt was in broken Mandarin (which I'm sure I wonked it up somewhere cause it sure as hell doesn't sound right in my ears =.=) and he was kinda stuck in the packet (cause I couldn't translate that XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave it a couple-a tries before my genius brain realised that I should say pau (which is packet in Teochew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the guy went: ooooo~ kulung/gulung (don't know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I asked for the price, size and etc...I thought, 'Hmm...quite reasonable...maybe I should buy it..' To which I realised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have no money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think that's why I'm easily labeled shoplifter XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who walks into a shop without money anyways? Sheesh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I had my walking atm nearby actually. =P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-9145612231256600873?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/9145612231256600873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=9145612231256600873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/9145612231256600873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/9145612231256600873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/shoplifter.html' title='Shoplifter...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-6462473545610551043</id><published>2007-08-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:51:02.715+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>*evil grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohhh~fufufufufu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, sitting and grinning like the cat that got the canary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because, quite frankly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I did get the canary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smirks evilly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got my laptop back today, whee~hoo~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence I settled down, cracked my knuckles a bit (after finishing fate/stay night - I must say, quite the anime =D) and decided to fill my laptop with junk (cause I like it junky and messy - feels like my room XD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there I was, innocently waiting for my mozilla firefox to finish downloading and signing on to msn when suddenly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KA-BOOOOOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Well...not really to that extent..) -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonders of wonders...this pops up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101177382713673426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RssFzWjnxtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lRxnJ1jX3Yk/s320/Canon+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHHH~HOOO~HOOO~HOOO~HOOO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;audrey-the-wise has so wisely decided that THIS TIME (after the don't know how many freaking times...) to grab the camera and shoot some SOLID PROOF!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yes, ladies and gents, my laptop after going in for surgery to the extent that they need to brainwash it (sobs) crashed after....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got it back: 2.30pm on the 21/08/07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Crashed: 11.30pm on &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 21/08/07&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9 hours! (just a few minutes shy of midnight.....bravo..-.-)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101179916744378082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RssIG2jnxuI/AAAAAAAAANE/qVL9BQgneWU/s320/cause+of+blue+screen.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus, after restarting the laptop and sending an error report, this pops up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owh by the way, I conveniently forgot to mention...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same thing happened when I bought this damn thing...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sighs, laptop, looks like we'll be parting ways again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I'm still grinning evilly)&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/5146212725786348415-6462473545610551043?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6462473545610551043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6462473545610551043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6462473545610551043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6462473545610551043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/evil-grin.html' title='*evil grin*'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RssFzWjnxtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lRxnJ1jX3Yk/s72-c/Canon+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-4726194019718044131</id><published>2007-08-21T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T16:19:17.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I think somewhere in my previous post, I had said, "Tomorrow will be a better day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly,&lt;br /&gt;I can say...&lt;br /&gt;That is purely crack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's one thing I've learned, life can be quite the bitch (especially when she's PMS-ing)&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, life dishes out shit for a reason&lt;br /&gt;So as people like me stay down and don't try to get up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myat,&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;are&lt;br /&gt;utterly&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never again will i doubt the almighty Myat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-4726194019718044131?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/4726194019718044131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=4726194019718044131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4726194019718044131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4726194019718044131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-know-i-think-somewhere-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-2954477022560726993</id><published>2007-08-21T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T15:06:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing about this blog, it's always been about me, me and ME; so I'm going to try something a little different today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna give credit where credit is due and I wanna thank this great lady because I love her songs. It's been with me when I'm going through hard times and at times her lyrics are reflective of what I feel and think. This song:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;Ya I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say that it's gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;It always turns out to be a different way,&lt;br /&gt;I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;and I..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is a different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always been up to you,&lt;br /&gt;Let's turn it around,&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;just don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gimme a little time(yeah),&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone a little while,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..&lt;br /&gt;don't know how I'll feel,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And I..&lt;br /&gt;don't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Is a different day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah yeah, hey yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;no no i'm not ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna believe you,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that it'll be ok,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I try to believe you,&lt;br /&gt;Not today, today, today, today, today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may change,&lt;br /&gt;May be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~End~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be a different day - she's got that right.&lt;br /&gt;Crap may happen today, tomorrow or the day after.&lt;br /&gt;Crap may happen today but not tomorrow. So don't be sad today, because tomorrow may be a better day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-2954477022560726993?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/2954477022560726993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=2954477022560726993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2954477022560726993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2954477022560726993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-thing-about-this-blog-its-always.html' title=''/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-4646731568702736928</id><published>2007-08-19T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T22:46:12.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Betcha...</title><content type='html'>Never see me driving, huh, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100303915214685890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsfrY2jnxsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oRxbRh9Tg3U/s320/IMG_0489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! My awesome skill and prowess!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can laugh while I drive to! (How awesome is that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, in 12 days I SHALL BE P NO MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;P for Poor &lt;/s&gt;is now &lt;s&gt;L for Learned!~&lt;/s&gt; whatever comes after P :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-4646731568702736928?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/4646731568702736928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=4646731568702736928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4646731568702736928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4646731568702736928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/betcha.html' title='Betcha...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsfrY2jnxsI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oRxbRh9Tg3U/s72-c/IMG_0489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-5643799623950413732</id><published>2007-08-18T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:51:22.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoplifting'/><title type='text'>Freak me out..</title><content type='html'>Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what...&lt;br /&gt;Kuching is just plain WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was grocery shopping with my mom today and this freaking security guard kept following me around!&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is~&lt;br /&gt;He's not even those old paranoid geezers. He was quite young (don't know, didn't get a good look) and he kept following me around! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yea, sure, I'm jz totting around a handphone and my jeans don't look like they hold any wallet but that DOESN'T MEAN MY WALKING ATM IS NOT WALKING AROUND! Besides, I JUST WANNA BUY INDOMEE! T_T Is that so bad? (Just cause I got craving for Indomee) It's not as if I can stuff a whole bunch of Indomee down my shirt or pants. (Sure the little buldge there can be mistaken for my big tummy and all but sheesh lar wei~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just plain freaky because when I go down this aisle, he'd go down the aisle through the other end. When I wander to the back, he'd wander to the back. When I go back and forth, he'd go back and forth. The worst part is, he's trying to be inconspicuous (yea right, inconspicuous enough that I noticed =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I decided to stick to my walking atm (because who in the world would want to shoplift next to your mom?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I succumbed to temptation and bought a snack; by the time I reached home, 2 out of the 6 packs were missing aka somewhere in the black hole that is my stomach. T_T. Save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5643799623950413732?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5643799623950413732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5643799623950413732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5643799623950413732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5643799623950413732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/freak-me-out.html' title='Freak me out..'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-1106870997000052803</id><published>2007-08-14T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:05:58.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged! (A bloody long time ago, might I add). Since the procrastinator side of me took a vacation today, I decided to have a seat and take a shot at this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin, I have to give out the mandatory thank yous and huggies and general squeals. Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~ I've been tagged. Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jaclyn!&lt;br /&gt;Huggies (Didn't mean the huggies though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer One: On The Outside&lt;br /&gt;Name: Audrey Tan ___ ___ (Fill in the blanks =P)&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 16/06/1988&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Alive and Kicking.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Black (perfect for emo-ers like me)&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: &lt;s&gt;Half-red Half Black&lt;/s&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Ambidextrous (I can lift things with both hands! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Two: On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Somewhere from China&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Cockroaches! Why? Because a fricking cockroach climbed from my foot to my shoulder while I was showering (aka naked) and wiggled it's antenna at me (horny perv...). Eww...&lt;br /&gt;Your Weaknesses: Leave a snack in the house and it shall be gone by the next day...&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: Nothing is perfect (Means I don't know lar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts First Waking Up: I NEED A SUPER HOT SHOWER (anyone who stands in my way shall perish!)  &lt;s&gt;I want a message T_T &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: 3, 2, 1...Depends on my mood and level of tiredness&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: A great girls' day out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Four: Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Neither&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Burger King!(But the novelty is wearing off)&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single. So as I can bully him and no one will be the wiser ;P)&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Neither&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: I'm a chocolate addict that is predicted to die of diabetes...&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Yuck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Five: Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: The cancer stick....*glares*&lt;br /&gt;Curse: OMFG! What do you think...-.-&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: *grins*&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: Considering it's mandatory...What do you think...-.-&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: I considered being a nun (Pure BS!) XD&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: None, Nope and Never will&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Diabetes before Cancer before Death by Natural Cause(I think there might be an automobile accident somewhere in there too...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Six: In The Past Month, Have you...&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yes..I think..&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Born and bred in a mall (Mallrat...)&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Stage fright? No thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: Yes, I had Sushi &lt;s&gt;Queen&lt;/s&gt; King&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: After that fiasco with my red highlights? I rather not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Seven: Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: No....T_T Should I try?&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in: Duh. When I was young, I self proclaimed I'll never wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eight: You're Hoping to&lt;br /&gt;Be Married: Somewhere green, sunny and picturesque with butterflies flying in the back and honeybees..(no idea, just somewhere nice)&lt;br /&gt;For a: Feminine blouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine: In a Guy&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Color Combination: Nothing too out of the norm is acceptable..aka no skunk heads or mohawk&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: I liked Karl Urban, then I liked Wentworth Miller. One looks like an overly hairy person and one looks like a baldie. (Though I still think both are hot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Ten: What were you doing&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago: Doing this tag&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago: Still doing this tag (I take a long time, especially when you're chatting)&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: My mandatory 30 minute shower (I just woke up ;P)&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago: Rotting away in my house&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: Either at college or out shopping :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Eleven: Finish the sentence..&lt;br /&gt;I Love: Ice Cream + Chocolate + Cake + Jelly! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;I Feel: Like having a cheese cake!&lt;br /&gt;I Hate: Liars.&lt;br /&gt;I Hide: many many things *takes a peek at my mental closet* (very messy)&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: him randomly&lt;br /&gt;I Need: A blouse! (Okay a FEW, banyak banyak, blouses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer Twelve: Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;1) Nicole&lt;br /&gt;2) Michi&lt;br /&gt;3) Cherny&lt;br /&gt;4) Sean&lt;br /&gt;5) Simon (Wrnwrn too if you've got your blog up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...I finally finished it after attempting so many times..XD.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooo~~ this calls for a celebration of cheesecake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-1106870997000052803?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1106870997000052803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1106870997000052803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1106870997000052803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1106870997000052803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-7918708823653163627</id><published>2007-08-14T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T01:01:11.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>More pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As requested by Chern Lyan, I've decided to post more pictures. (No pics of myself this time! I'm soooo shy ::blushes::..oh~hoo~hoo~hoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098226133720831954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsCJqDULF9I/AAAAAAAAAME/jRge7DgFsL4/s320/IMG_0480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today our victim was Tao because it was cheap! (Not that it mattered because we succumbed to temptation and ordered something expensive which tasted like crap for me and heaven for Eugenie because she ordered the much tastier drink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098226777965926370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsCKPjULF-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/BCEurEUWP_c/s320/IMG_0482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fountain at Tao without flash as oppose to the one above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098227804463110130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsCLLTULF_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/0NJgS_B1kFA/s320/IMG_0481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fountain with flash but with Eugenie's fingers in the way =.= . So this is more like a picture of Eugenie's fingers. Why the heck do I keep taking pictures of the damn fountain? It was right in front of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098229960536692770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsCNIzULGCI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ghf5j193jL8/s320/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantern, courtesy of Eugenie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098229561104734226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsCMxjULGBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EUVfHmpp0ys/s320/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lanterns, courtesy of me. They were right above us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, there will be no humans(unless you consider part of Eugenie's fingers) for you humans to make fun and point at because a certain human has decided she needs to lose weight and thus, this calls for some exercise. =.=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywhoo~~ might try either the Office or Blah,blah, blah next time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly I tell you, I come back Kuching only to visit these emo-ish lounges for crapping sessions. Ya know, I probably should rate those places..Tee Hee...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-7918708823653163627?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/7918708823653163627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=7918708823653163627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/7918708823653163627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/7918708823653163627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RsCJqDULF9I/AAAAAAAAAME/jRge7DgFsL4/s72-c/IMG_0480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-6357336528091288891</id><published>2007-08-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:55:32.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Sheesh</title><content type='html'>My grandmother went MIA. Geez that old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At precisely 1612 (Or so-so lar...) She called and say I'm coming home now. Frankly, "I'm coming home now" doesn't seem like such a bad thing if it weren't for the fact that:&lt;br /&gt;a) She has no house key so how the feck does she get into the house? That's right, I'm suppose to be the guard dog. (Arf, arf)&lt;br /&gt;b) She doesn't have a handphone (God forbid she wouldn't even recognise one if she sees it) and therefore I have no way of knowing when she has reached the house&lt;br /&gt;c) The freaking doorbell DOES NOT WORK (urgh, can't my father get off his lazy butt and fix it for once?)&lt;br /&gt;d) Coming home aka coming from my uncle's house which is as near as from Taylor's to Sunway and she's a 90 ++  Is she planning to walk the whole way?(Helloooo, just because she used to be young doesn't mean she's young and agile now).&lt;br /&gt;e) I NEED TO SHOWER to get ready to go out for a girls' night out with Eugenie but I don't dare to in case she reaches the house when I'm showering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was sitting like there's a crab in my pants because I kept jumping up and down to rush down and check if she reached the house every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1630 or so I was starting to panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1643 I had to report to my sergent aka my mom that my grandma had planned to walk home from god knows how far and had not shown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1720-ish it started raining, heavily. So by then I was like, 'Ah! What the heck! I don't give a damn!' and I finally went for my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1802 I called my mom and she goes "Owh, I'm picking your grandmother..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! Sheesh lar....&lt;br /&gt;I'll never worry for your safety again. Too much stress and grey hairs and not worth my time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-6357336528091288891?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6357336528091288891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6357336528091288891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6357336528091288891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6357336528091288891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-900555904770061050</id><published>2007-08-07T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T02:19:22.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Lousy fate</title><content type='html'>Owh.My.God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet Ben today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not meet as per say, more like saw (God forbid I'd freak out if I really had to talk to him) To be truthful, I didn't even notice the guy, and when I did, I didn't even recognise him...=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I think my brain has permanently blotched out his face; adding to the fact that I've blocked him on my msn, and deleted off his phone number, I'd say I've done a pretty good job in erasing his existence. (Crap! I didn't delete his number! Note to self: Must delete evil number)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case yer all are wondering who Ben is,&lt;br /&gt;actually....&lt;br /&gt;none of you(any of my avid readers...) would know anyways~~&lt;br /&gt;except for Chern Lyan (and Therese but I doubt she reads this blog..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anywhoo...the worst of worst luck had to be that my PARENTS recognised him (I swear that was one hell of a bad dinner because I kept pretending I don't remember the guy and my mom kept asking...Haiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go sacrifice a chicken and pray to whatever deity that like to make people's lives miserable to spare mine and HOPEFULLY he doesn't recognise me (due to the fact that I was owh-so-kind last week and decided to unblock a few of my contacts) and msn or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, he doesn't give me the icky feeling anymore (thank goodness...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-900555904770061050?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/900555904770061050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=900555904770061050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/900555904770061050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/900555904770061050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/lousy-fate.html' title='Lousy fate'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-6930645875307955843</id><published>2007-08-06T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T16:39:39.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>Lazeeeeee</title><content type='html'>So I lied about my two posts per day (shoot me, =P). Yea well, when you hit the lazies of lazy, you begin to understand what lazy means (whatever da heck I just said) Anyways, since I have to entertain you lowly mortals with my daily blogging (ah, one mortal b*bi too-ohh~ho~ho~ho~:D), I had to drag my lazy ass out of bed and decided not to do any crapping today (thinking what to crap takes up too much brain power...lazeee). So, how to entertain people without actually putting in too much effort....hmmm..? Nah, I'll just let you enjoy pictures of moi (less effort of typing and a picture can paint a thousand words...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbZ-zULF4I/AAAAAAAAALc/bhpnxIeSx78/s1600-h/IMG_0458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbZ-zULF4I/AAAAAAAAALc/bhpnxIeSx78/s320/IMG_0458.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095499701366232962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, we went to a bar, had a couple of drinks and got smashed - or so we looked. Since I was the self appointed driver, I did NOT want to drink and later drive &lt;s&gt;Because I still have the ugly red P screaming "I'M A P! I'M A P!"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the decor though - amoebar/lounge (except it was more bar than lounge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went bing! (Again....yes Juin, we played bingo again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbaODULF5I/AAAAAAAAALk/LGghbMbvWPs/s1600-h/IMG_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbaODULF5I/AAAAAAAAALk/LGghbMbvWPs/s320/IMG_0464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095499963359238034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmmmm...nice decor and nice atmosphere. Very classy and emo-looking without the emoness. Perfect for Bingo =P. &lt;s&gt;Unless you count the emo/crap talking between Eugenie and I&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbakzULF6I/AAAAAAAAALs/WSPm1dEVeQ4/s1600-h/IMG_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbakzULF6I/AAAAAAAAALs/WSPm1dEVeQ4/s320/IMG_0462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095500354201261986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, that's me.....&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! what the heck am I doing with a sinfully rich Ice blended chocolate T_T &lt;s&gt;I looked like I gained weight just by holding it and the gained-weight look is still there after I put it down&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Throw out all the chocolates in the house T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rrba1zULF7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2Ufd4-iyiMg/s1600-h/IMG_0461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rrba1zULF7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/2Ufd4-iyiMg/s320/IMG_0461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095500646259038130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eugenie aka fellow &lt;s&gt;gossiper&lt;/s&gt; crap-talking buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little bonus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbZbTULF3I/AAAAAAAAALU/DFc0uxiMLgI/s1600-h/p7290428_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbZbTULF3I/AAAAAAAAALU/DFc0uxiMLgI/s320/p7290428_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095499091480876914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eugenie, Xu Vin and I outside Coffee Bean&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Something is wrong with this picture...spot it if you can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus concludes this session of trying to entertain my fellow bloggers and the anonymous few &lt;s&gt;babi-s;not inclusive of myself&lt;/s&gt; (nyahahahhaah...I can strikeout :P). Hope you have fun..time to go back to lazytard land...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-6930645875307955843?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6930645875307955843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6930645875307955843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6930645875307955843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6930645875307955843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/08/lazeeeeee.html' title='Lazeeeeee'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RrbZ-zULF4I/AAAAAAAAALc/bhpnxIeSx78/s72-c/IMG_0458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-6700399213758781925</id><published>2007-07-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T03:14:00.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Dinner with friends</title><content type='html'>Today (well, several hours ago today - you get the point) my parents ditched me in favour of their dinner with friends (serious). They just went and said, "Tonight you're not eating dinner with us so you sendiri cari makan." (Geez, parents...) &lt;s&gt;Actually they gave me a choice between eating with them and their friends and me and my friends and I said, "With them old farts?! No way!"&lt;/s&gt; So pitiful moi called up Eugenie and then she called up Xu Vin (wish I could have said Xu Vin called up Nicole - Nicole I can't believe your Deathly Hallows is more important than spending quality time with friends T_T, I'm crushed =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to have dinner....&lt;br /&gt;At all places to go...&lt;br /&gt;KFC&lt;br /&gt;Why? Owh, we just wanted to see the 'Owh, this is soooooo finger lickin' good expression on Eugenie's face' Keke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is of course we had a little window shopping before eating (must walk around to get rid of the fat that is sure to come!)&lt;br /&gt;And I emphasize on WINDOW not the shopping (because cheapskates like us don't buy anything so it's technically not considered shopping =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yada, yada, yada (I'm not going to blog bout how I ate my burger, thank you very much) and after sending Xu Vin home Eugenie and I went to The Living Room for drinks and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;being the avid and professional blogger I am, the moment my butt settled on the cushions, I whipped out my camera from my conveniently 'big bag of everything ladies need and carry around' and started snapping pictures (which I might have annoyed the patrons there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqze_zULFvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/X5qMaFYRuzg/s1600-h/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqze_zULFvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/X5qMaFYRuzg/s320/IMG_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092690466337134322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, pretty floaty lights complete with a fake &lt;s&gt;real&lt;/s&gt; imprisoned frog. Anyways, no one wants to see floaty light....where are the people??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzfMjULFwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/o8fmeExLf7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzfMjULFwI/AAAAAAAAAKc/o8fmeExLf7Y/s320/IMG_0435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092690685380466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owh lookie, Eugenie with floaty lights at the background. Pretty dark, ey?&lt;br /&gt;Hah! I've not forgotten to snap a proper picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzfcDULFxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Z80U_2ZD1PM/s1600-h/IMG_0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzfcDULFxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Z80U_2ZD1PM/s320/IMG_0430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092690951668438802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's her, indulging in my blogging madness. She looks like she's ¬.¬ or (=.=)-ing at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzfsDULFyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CJMUG7i7olY/s1600-h/IMG_0436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzfsDULFyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/CJMUG7i7olY/s320/IMG_0436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691226546345762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea, see...she has better things to do (like ordering...). Anyways the cushions here are kinda cool. They have all these comfy pillows and bloster and a low table for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqzf7TULFzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fUaTSxyeoSQ/s1600-h/IMG_0439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqzf7TULFzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fUaTSxyeoSQ/s320/IMG_0439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092691488539350834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me (looking like a drunk because I blinked...) &lt;s&gt;You know I just realised if I shifted my butt any further back I'd have fallen off the platform...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a drink called crazy frog (ironically there was a &lt;s&gt;fake&lt;/s&gt; frog croaking in the background like a crazy lunatic). Eugenie had something but due to my bad memory I cannot remember (Sorry people but I'm not going to blog bout the food I eat...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we spent a good 2 hours crying over our sad miserable lives.&lt;br /&gt;More specifically we emoed and reminiscenced bout our pathetic lives.&lt;br /&gt;To be truthful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bitched bout what happened to her in Russia and the juicy melodrama of backstabbing and miserable isolation (real life drama is just so much more interesting) in Russia and I bitched bout my backstabbing and miserable isolation in KL (hmm..we have much in common it seems).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Felix,&lt;br /&gt;I QUIT! I don't want to be your student anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear, your teaching is fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's....&lt;br /&gt;It's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BLOODY CAMERA! &lt;s&gt;and my shaky hands&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I fear I have no future in the photography industry (my camera proves it so and so do my hands) I shall stick to my miserable, boring little engineering future (sobs). Ah, as a little momento for the times we've spent together as teacher and student (to be truthful....you never really taught me...=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqzh7zULF0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/jpU_Pi9BSMg/s1600-h/IMG_0415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqzh7zULF0I/AAAAAAAAAK8/jpU_Pi9BSMg/s320/IMG_0415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092693696152540994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much improvement in skill but there's only so much I can do with my camera (and my hands...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzikDULF2I/AAAAAAAAALM/FZ6t85MV_0k/s1600-h/IMG_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqzikDULF2I/AAAAAAAAALM/FZ6t85MV_0k/s320/IMG_0424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092694387642275682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should confess something....&lt;s&gt;theraindropsarefake!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, be prepared to receive my resignation letter in your email. With much regards, your beloved student...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-6700399213758781925?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6700399213758781925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6700399213758781925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6700399213758781925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6700399213758781925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-well-several-hours-ago-today-you.html' title='Dinner with friends'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rqze_zULFvI/AAAAAAAAAKU/X5qMaFYRuzg/s72-c/IMG_0434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-3351856211339697220</id><published>2007-07-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:43:37.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Photos, Flowers and Food</title><content type='html'>Dear Felix =P,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised I have taken and upload the photos regardless if it's successful or unsuccessful ( I'll leave you to be the judge but I'm highly partial to the latter...) I've taken your advice on the zooming in and out method but it just didn't turn out right. &lt;s&gt;Actually I discovered digital zoom which could give me that nice effect but I only figured it out after my camera no battery.&lt;/s&gt; I nearly (Nearly) managed to get the sharp object and an out-of-focus background but that only happened in the second flower - which you can obviously see my shaky hands screwed it up &lt;s&gt;Thank god I'm not a surgeon, imagine me going, "whoops, I accidentally cut your arteries...pardon my shaky hands&lt;/s&gt;  if I didn't know better I'd say I have Parkinson disease. Anyways, any tips are very much appreciated (particularly on shaky hands).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtBKTULFoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wx7Tp8ZLAnA/s1600-h/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtBKTULFoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wx7Tp8ZLAnA/s320/IMG_0371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092235448911861378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this one a lot, it looks like it's in a field but I can't get the leaves to turn blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtBzDULFpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X1LTqHL3LD4/s1600-h/IMG_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtBzDULFpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/X1LTqHL3LD4/s320/IMG_0370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092236148991530642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just plain crap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtDZjULFqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/US7n7oh8u8A/s1600-h/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtDZjULFqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/US7n7oh8u8A/s320/IMG_0368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092237909928122018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, even more crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtD9TULFsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uJO_5lGYk9U/s1600-h/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtD9TULFsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uJO_5lGYk9U/s320/IMG_0378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092238524108445378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this would have looked SO much better if my hands would just bloody stop shaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtDrTULFrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lzP9VSx65KM/s1600-h/IMG_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtDrTULFrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/lzP9VSx65KM/s320/IMG_0382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092238214870800050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like a lotus, ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtEOzULFtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uL1ZrAOwSoc/s1600-h/IMG_0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtEOzULFtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/uL1ZrAOwSoc/s320/IMG_0388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092238824756156114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.....obviously, I've demonstrated my skills here so I've nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, today I &lt;s&gt;experimented&lt;/s&gt; attempted cooking....&lt;br /&gt;And out came, voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtHZDULFuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qXKKwh0xx0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtHZDULFuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qXKKwh0xx0Y/s320/IMG_0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092242299384698594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, ey?&lt;br /&gt;Looks exactly like those seaweed snacks you find in those vegetarian stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is actually my second attempt (first attempt was so burnt crisp and shrivelled dry that I threw it away). Pretty good for second attempt...&lt;s&gt;except the fact that I didn't cut the dough and fry the snacks...(my mom took over after she saw what I did)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-3351856211339697220?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3351856211339697220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3351856211339697220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3351856211339697220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3351856211339697220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/photos-flowers-and-food.html' title='Photos, Flowers and Food'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqtBKTULFoI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wx7Tp8ZLAnA/s72-c/IMG_0371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-3030082749895800480</id><published>2007-07-21T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:55:31.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Day out...again...</title><content type='html'>Due to my inability to resist indulging myself in the delectable seaweed snack I bought last night, I decided that this calls for desperate measures - go swimming with Nicole! Goal? Burn loads of fat gained from binging last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nicole, Eugenie and I went for our 'girls' day out swimming' (we do this so often it has become a routine) at, as per usual, Stampark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is Nicole and I, getting ready to swim (yosh! time to burn, burn, burn!). Compliments to Eugenie, our photographer (the non-swimmer/bumming away time person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqH_nzULFXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BcD-QoK7LcM/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqH_nzULFXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BcD-QoK7LcM/s320/DSC00164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089630113160172914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Nicole, swimming enthusiastically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIAVjULFYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LGDQ1UjP1yE/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIAVjULFYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LGDQ1UjP1yE/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089630899139188098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where am I you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIBNTULFaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IWirXADoB3M/s1600-h/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIBNTULFaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/IWirXADoB3M/s320/DSC00168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089631856916895138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me, doing god knows what. Why aren't I swimming enthusiastically alongside Nicole (since after all, my ultimate goal is to burn, burn, burn!)? Ha! Take a good look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIBcjULFbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMJ-fz-fIqA/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIBcjULFbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/dMJ-fz-fIqA/s320/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089632118909900210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tied hair, long earrings, wearing contacts...Nah, I didn't plan to swimming in the first place (lazy bum, aren't I?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to end our day with a good, cold and fattening chocolate ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqICKTULFcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9AQt9xlSzUU/s1600-h/DSC00171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqICKTULFcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/9AQt9xlSzUU/s320/DSC00171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089632904888915394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gyah! All the fat burned is accumulated back again (as if I did any fat burning...)&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of time, we didn't even do a proper crapping session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we tried to salvage the day (and do actual fat burning) by going swinging...IN THE PLAYGROUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIEYTULFdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FsXUFBclbvs/s1600-h/DSC00172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIEYTULFdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/FsXUFBclbvs/s320/DSC00172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089635344430339538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole and Eugenie, swinging around like a bunch of little cute tots...&lt;br /&gt;Though they may not look like it, they're actually getting acquainted with their inner childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ look at the expression of pure bliss and innocence on their &lt;s&gt;19-year-old faces&lt;/s&gt; 9-year-old faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIF6jULFfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uFKkO8w2ObI/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIF6jULFfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uFKkO8w2ObI/s320/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089637032352486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, when it came to my turn, I got on the swing, stood there and started swinging...then stopping...What the feck? I look at Eugenie and she looks back at me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: How do you swing?&lt;br /&gt;Eugenie:.......&lt;br /&gt;Eugenie: Swing lar, like how you use the swing in your childhood. You went on swings in your childhood right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (pause...think...pause) Nope, no swings. My childhood is pretty deprived.&lt;br /&gt;Eugenie: Fine, I'll give you a push (In which I ended up kicking her...SORRY EUGENIE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIHhjULFhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/74epq0E73B4/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIHhjULFhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/74epq0E73B4/s320/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089638801879012882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that's me, shifting around like my bum is hurting because I couldn't get comfortable with the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIHuDULFiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LDigiAtD-oE/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIHuDULFiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LDigiAtD-oE/s320/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089639016627377698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me improved because I'm getting the hang of it..(Nicole says I still look tense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIH2DULFjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C4oK_yzpHgE/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIH2DULFjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C4oK_yzpHgE/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089639154066331186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's me, fully graduated from swinging academy. Whoa, look at the streamline, the aerodynamic-ness, the fluidity. I've developed skill and shown awesome prowess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is until I did something embarrassing and idiotic (which I shall not mention here) and no pictures were taken that time (thankfully) and I will never do anything that idiot again....(Something to do with my head hanging back, my back to far back and Eugenie coming to the rescue or else I'd end up...muddy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I came out of it only a little worse for wear, muddy, dizzy and tired...&lt;br /&gt;so NO&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going swinging with those two again anymore (unless I wear shorts and proper shoes this time =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright note, I got my brand spanking new Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows book!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the front cover (it's children's cover because all my other 6 are all children's cover...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIOUTULFkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HMDtzVYSSJY/s1600-h/IMG_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIOUTULFkI/AAAAAAAAAI8/HMDtzVYSSJY/s320/IMG_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089646270827140674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the back cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIO0jULFlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u5Lk5xwh9jY/s1600-h/IMG_0264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIO0jULFlI/AAAAAAAAAJE/u5Lk5xwh9jY/s320/IMG_0264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089646824877921874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIPhzULFmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3aXiK0q89BM/s1600-h/IMG_0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIPhzULFmI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3aXiK0q89BM/s320/IMG_0265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089647602267002466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIPwTULFnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VNmU_xw2OSQ/s1600-h/the+dark+lord+ascending.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqIPwTULFnI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VNmU_xw2OSQ/s320/the+dark+lord+ascending.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089647851375105650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;without the story! Ha! Well at least I spoiled the first subtitle, "The Dark Lord Ascending" Wooo...&lt;br /&gt;Michi, see this and eat your heart out. I'm going to read it. Toodles..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-3030082749895800480?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3030082749895800480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3030082749895800480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3030082749895800480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3030082749895800480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-outagain.html' title='Day out...again...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RqH_nzULFXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BcD-QoK7LcM/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-5268138802660005662</id><published>2007-07-20T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T21:21:32.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>KL Trip</title><content type='html'>Omfg! I finally found out why my trip to KL is in such a mess! The reason?&lt;br /&gt;My dad's a coward, my mom's a workaholic and I'm a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, from the top.&lt;br /&gt;After the pissing me off episode of: yes, we're going KL; owh wait a minute, we're not. On second thought, yes, we're going and it goes on and on (like changing underwear I tell you, a new one everyday!), I finally got fed up (took me long enough) and straight up asked them, do you plan on going KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenario :&lt;br /&gt;My dad stared at my mom&lt;br /&gt;My mom stared around&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my dad didn't want to go to KL alone but my mom is just too workaholic to abandon her work for one day so they can't come to a compromise...which leads to all this mess up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRICKING HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution? I COMPROMISED! So yes, after been the ever so nice person I am, I let both my parents win their little feud and said, "Yes, I'm fine with going on Friday and knowing that everyone will have known their results except me by then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that went well. I'd rather have a heart attack in front of a person from READING my result paper than having a heart attack in from of the phone from LISTENING to my results (at least there will be someone to call the ambulance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I finally get to go OUT and meet PEOPLE and do SOMETHING (damn, I sound really desperate, now I know how my dogs feel cooped up at home...T_T). Yay yay yay yay! Shopping shopping shopping shopping! Finally get to see Nicholas! Yes! Wrnwrn, we need to go out more! And hang out with people....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: If my parents change their minds again, I'll slap them silly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5268138802660005662?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5268138802660005662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5268138802660005662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5268138802660005662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5268138802660005662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/kl-trip.html' title='KL Trip'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-5318271650117463196</id><published>2007-07-19T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:07:19.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Day out</title><content type='html'>Bowling...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9UlqdUTwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VgfssVriUgw/s1600-h/bowlingforsoup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9UlqdUTwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VgfssVriUgw/s320/bowlingforsoup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088879109981097730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...for soup? No, not that type of bowling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9U5KdUTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EY-byk4jFI8/s1600-h/bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9U5KdUTxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/EY-byk4jFI8/s320/bowling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088879444988546834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes...THAT type of bowling, with Ian and Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally wiped the floor with them! Pwned! Beat the socks off! They went like, Waaaah...Keng wei keng wei....with tons of applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had strikes and  half-strikes and they had washing the drains. OHO~HO~HO~HO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH.T_T T_T T_T...Damn, I got pwned...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the shame, the shame...&lt;br /&gt;(Technically, they weren't playing fair because they played before. =.= I'm a noob.)&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, according to Ian, it doesn't matter if I do well or not because I'm a girl (is that suppose to be a consolation or and insult? =.=)&lt;br /&gt;Though I can proudly say I managed a couple of half-strikes. (Yay, for me) Which was not so bad considering my level (but pretty bad considering theirs, =.=)&lt;br /&gt;So because I lack testosterone (and a certain male anatomy), I am excused from the shame of losing (by 20 + points - not so bad if I might say so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : I BROKE MY NAIL! (Owh, and I got better at bowling, Hehe) Winner - Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to play some archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9ct6dUTyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZQhUS_X_QjQ/s1600-h/280px-Archery_target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9ct6dUTyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ZQhUS_X_QjQ/s320/280px-Archery_target.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088888047808040738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I ROCKED! (&lt;- I think this explains it all)&lt;br /&gt;They sucked! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn pro - Accuracy; consistency; excellent form; Solid hits; Endurance.&lt;br /&gt;They damn suck - INaccurate; INconsistent; Lousy form; Weak hits; Muscle pain (hahahahahahah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : Audrey - 1, Ian - 0, Steven - 1&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I joined archery in form 2 so I had training :P (so, I cheated...big deal...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9fCKdUTzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ysBuFU92lEk/s1600-h/arcade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9fCKdUTzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ysBuFU92lEk/s320/arcade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088890594723647282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or, more specifically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9fy6dUT0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7ncNTOkEzeU/s1600-h/Daytona+USA+%28J%29+-+Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9fy6dUT0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7ncNTOkEzeU/s320/Daytona+USA+%28J%29+-+Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088891432242270018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason?&lt;br /&gt;Audrey - 1, Steven - 1, Ian - 0&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ian wanted to play daytona because he pwned my ass the last time we played that T_T. So, in order to even up the current score, he asked that we played daytona.&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck Ian, I'm that stupid to pick manual this time. I won! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: That is why I'm driving the car and you guys are just bumming a ride.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey - 2, Steven - 1, Ian - 0.5 (I'll give you credit for the times you nearly won ;P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~ what a satisfying day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5318271650117463196?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5318271650117463196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5318271650117463196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5318271650117463196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5318271650117463196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-out.html' title='Day out'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Rp9UlqdUTwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VgfssVriUgw/s72-c/bowlingforsoup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-4455994543240445397</id><published>2007-07-17T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:06:47.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Okay - My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/OF9UB_xrhMI" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/OF9UB_xrhMI" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; Today is garbage day, they day where MY life officially STINKS&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;So,  in order to celebrate such a momentous occasion, maestro, music please!&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;P.S. I feel so much better after watching this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-4455994543240445397?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/4455994543240445397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=4455994543240445397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4455994543240445397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/4455994543240445397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-not-okay-my-chemical-romance.html' title='I&amp;#39;m Not Okay - My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8058976249380731500</id><published>2007-07-15T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:52:44.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Shopping blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpnsVqdUTrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ojIas0kck2A/s1600-h/small_1164798737mango_mng.jpe"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpnsVqdUTrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ojIas0kck2A/s320/small_1164798737mango_mng.jpe" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087357111010348722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole my shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not stole as per say, more like some warmongering, discount grabbing, shirt stealing FEMALE took it...err..I mean bought it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused? well let's start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went to MNG, saw two shirts and bought one; big mistake. Since then the other shirt (blouse more like it) has been haunting my every waking moments. I kept thinking should I have bought it, should I have bought it? (for all you ladies out there, when you start thinking things like this, it's a sure sign that you should have bought it and you WANT to buy it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought on this sudden change of mind you might ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day I decided to open my closet (I do open it everyday) and take a good look at my wardrobe and I discovered I'm severely lacking in white shirts! (only one actually). In fact, my whole closet is pretty much...black.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that I find myself missing any nice looking blouse, as in something more feminine instead of those slap-on, casual, BLACK tees. Well, since this particular shirt was looking awfully feminine, I thought 'Hmm...I'd make a nice addition to my closet. One white spot in the sea of black. One nice feminine-ness in all that, not so feminine-ness.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that in mind, I determinedly marched back to MNG (with my mother in tow of course, =P) to look for THE shirt; and guess what...IT'S GONE! gone, gone GONE! Owh, the horror! THE horror! So, before I started cursing up a storm, I decided to turn the place upside down before I officially proclaimed that all hope was lost (which I felt kinda bad because the salesperson was trying to fold the clothes as fast as I was trashing them). Alas, all hope IS gone apparently. There's not even a single M or L (I'd even settle for those...I think...), what more to say S, T_T *sobs*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and wallow in my misery and curse my idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please note that this post is purely BS. I'm not wallowing in my misery (a bit), I'm not angsting my ass off (slighty) and I'm not peeved. (much - I'll kill the female that took my shirt...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8058976249380731500?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8058976249380731500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8058976249380731500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8058976249380731500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8058976249380731500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/shopping-blues.html' title='Shopping blues...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpnsVqdUTrI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ojIas0kck2A/s72-c/small_1164798737mango_mng.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-6824538786205292304</id><published>2007-07-13T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T23:22:41.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><title type='text'>Dancing lessons</title><content type='html'>Well...., that went...well.&lt;br /&gt;So after strapping on my shoes (yes, they actually have special shoes for dancing) the first thing the instructor asked me to do was stand on my tiptoes with my back straight and bend my knees while tiptoeing and, WHOOPS...there I went, wobbling like mad. Haha! Looks like I have terrible balance T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeYOqdUTqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vfghRODCXiM/s1600-h/IMG_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeYOqdUTqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vfghRODCXiM/s320/IMG_0259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086701681821109922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are my shoes and they're special not because they're glittery and all but because they have some soft base apparently which are suitable for dance floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I kept getting wrong was the POSTURE (shows that I slouch a lot). Waltz dancers have this crazy concept that the Lady must bend like she's attempting to break her back and tilt her chin up like she's looking down her nose (or down on you). Or, I could be the fact that I have lousy posture and I look down a lot so I felt like my back is breaking and my neck is aching from holding my chin up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BORE YOURSELF TO DEATH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note: The pictures came from google and I do not claim it to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started first with the box step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeO1adUTkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BYB7_w6mZb8/s1600-h/waltzboxstep1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeO1adUTkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/BYB7_w6mZb8/s320/waltzboxstep1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086691352424762946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpePBadUTlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q-Fl3lMuYy0/s1600-h/waltzboxstep2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpePBadUTlI/AAAAAAAAAFU/q-Fl3lMuYy0/s320/waltzboxstep2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086691558583193170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I learned the left closed change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpePm6dUTmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G8LwgLfDsEY/s1600-h/Leftclosedchange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpePm6dUTmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/G8LwgLfDsEY/s320/Leftclosedchange.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086692202828287586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And following that, the natural turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeRhqdUTnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1mxHVr9W_DE/s1600-h/naturalturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeRhqdUTnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1mxHVr9W_DE/s320/naturalturn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086694311657229938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this looks a wee bit complicated so I'll explain. Essentially, this shows a left turn which is similar to natural turn but using the other foot (they call it reverse turn), so I'm actually doing a right turn (can't find the picture). So, it's my left foot back, body turns right slightly and you move your right foot the the side while doing a 3/8 turn to your body.  You end it with bringing your left to your right and a full turn of the body. You continue (not shown in picture) with a right foot forward, body facing to the right, then your left foot to the side as you do a 1/4 turn of you body and you end with your right foot close to your left foot (confusing I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have the whisk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeUnqdUToI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wP-BXP9uJZk/s1600-h/whisk-lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeUnqdUToI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wP-BXP9uJZk/s320/whisk-lady.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086697713271328386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then the chasse from Promenade Position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeWNKdUTpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1hZLejYlwAo/s1600-h/chasse+from+PP+lady.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeWNKdUTpI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1hZLejYlwAo/s320/chasse+from+PP+lady.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086699457028050578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...something else which I don't know the name...&lt;br /&gt;So that's my first waltz lesson, which went pretty well in a manner of speaking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-6824538786205292304?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6824538786205292304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6824538786205292304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6824538786205292304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6824538786205292304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/dancing-lessons.html' title='Dancing lessons'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RpeYOqdUTqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vfghRODCXiM/s72-c/IMG_0259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-42201457115839560</id><published>2007-07-13T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:05:13.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>CONGRATS</title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS TO MY SISTER!&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOW OFFICIALLY AN UNEMPLOYED BUM! (okay, that didn't come out right - I seriously hope she doesn't read this blog...)&lt;br /&gt;Well, just so you know, you've stepped from the world of funky teenagers to the boring world of adults so you should get a job! (part time doesn't count)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, congratulations because you're free from books, studying and tests! (mostly anyways)&lt;br /&gt;No more having to attend classes (not that you have much)&lt;br /&gt;No more having to hand in assignments (that's a lot)&lt;br /&gt;No more having to cram for tests&lt;br /&gt;No more having to sit for tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job Hunting&lt;br /&gt;Long hours of work&lt;br /&gt;Boring paperwork&lt;br /&gt;Lame office jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the end of the day, you get a nice fat paycheck! (which you can spend on me...okaaaay, I'm joking, no need to start cursing at me...)&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, since I don't have a picture of you, I'd put a nice chimpanzee (cause Felix did that to his sibling) but, I'm not that mean (plus you'll probably kill me =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, I shall be having my dancing classes today. Later. Will update bout that..later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-42201457115839560?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/42201457115839560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=42201457115839560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/42201457115839560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/42201457115839560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/congrats.html' title='CONGRATS'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8268772934903218618</id><published>2007-07-12T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:43:48.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>Ahhh~~ apparently I haven't been blogging for a long time (Considering the rate I'm blogging this is quite a long time, keke). Anyways, I'm sure I'm forgiven (because no one reads my blog, T_T, I think...) because, a) I'm just too damn lazy!  b) My life is just too boring that I have nothing to say (currently anyways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today,&lt;br /&gt;I actually drove my dad to school cause I had to go and pick up my 1119 cert (believe it or not but after 2 years, it's still not here!). Which means I'm the driver, which means my dad is sitting next to me while I drive, which means no driving like a madwoman anymore, owh feck!&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I drive like a madwoman but...&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'd like to drive&lt;br /&gt;1) With one hand on the steering wheel and another on my lap cause I'm too bloody lazy to use both hands =P&lt;br /&gt;2) Speed, drive in the fast lane and...well speed when I see green light&lt;br /&gt;3) Curse up a storm when I drive - bad, bad habit, I know but you can't blame me when you see assholes left, right and center (myself inclusive...tee hee..)&lt;br /&gt;4) Brake suddenly (that is a bad habit which I must weed out actually)&lt;br /&gt;5) Change radio stations (T_T, I couldn't sing in the car...not that I do that often, I just do...)&lt;br /&gt;6) Ahh~~ do the cool one hand turning thing (hehe...I love to do that cause it's cool..)&lt;br /&gt;So, with my dad there, I basically had to drive properly (not that I don't drive properly but, yea, you get the point)&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I was pretty distracted when I was driving the whole way cause I had this inner commentary going on inside my head, the one where I go like, ah fricking hell! stupid bastard, bloody asshole...blah, blah, blah. So anyways, I had to act like a proper driver in front of my dad, so~ if my sis happens to read this post, hehe, sorry lar (not as if you don't curse at drivers anyways...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright note (or not so bright note) my dad said, "Aiya, there's no need to get a part time job lar, since you're only staying for such a short while."&lt;br /&gt;Direct translation - Hey, look at me, I'm retired and I spend my time doing nothing. You're on holiday! You should spend your time doing nothing too! Which means I'm pretty free during the holidays. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little bonus (PS I stole this without the owner's permission cause I was just looking round and it kinda interested me)&lt;br /&gt;Free lala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; the statements that are true to you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Italise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;the statements that you WISH are true.Leave the fibs alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I miss somebody right now. I do not watch tv these days. &lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses. &lt;/strong&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/b&gt; I have tried marijuana. &lt;i style=""&gt;I have been in a threesome&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I believe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;honesty is usually the best policy. (not usually, always!)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the last year. &lt;/strong&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me&lt;b style=""&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I curse. (note: used to ;) i mean am in the middle of quitting&lt;i style=""&gt;) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I’m totally smart. I’ve broken someone’s bones.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b style=""&gt;I’m paranoid sometimes. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. I need money right now.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I love sushi. I talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I have long hair. &lt;/strong&gt;I have lost money in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I like the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;usually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I have a lot of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have pecked someone of the same sex. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants. &lt;strong&gt;I love to shop. Enjoy window shopping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I would rather shop than eat&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b style=""&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;hate anyone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/i&gt; I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. &lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone. I believe in God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I’ve rejected someone before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;/b&gt; I have changed a diaper before. I’ve called the cops on a friend before&lt;b style=""&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I’m not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;allergic to anything. I have a lot to learn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I’m shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;/b&gt; I have made a move on a friend’s significant other or crush in the past. &lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;before.&lt;/strong&gt; I own the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;South&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; movie. &lt;i style=""&gt;I would die for my best friend&lt;/i&gt;. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. I have used my sexuality to advance my career. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;i style=""&gt;. I am happy at this moment!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I’m obsessed with girls. &lt;i style=""&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time&lt;i style=""&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; I have more than just my ears pierced. &lt;/i&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can .I have jumped off a bridge. I love sea turtles. I spend ridiculous money on makeup. &lt;strong&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream. I'm proficient in a musical&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;instrument. &lt;/strong&gt;I worked at McDonald’s restaurant. I hate office jobs.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I love sci-fi movie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I think water rules.&lt;strong&gt; I went to college out of state&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I like sausages. I love kisses. I fall for the worst people.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I adore bright colours&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I can’t live without black eyeliner. &lt;b style=""&gt;I don’t know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/b&gt; I usually like covers better than originals&lt;b style=""&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can whistle.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;slither. &lt;/span&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse. &lt;/em&gt;I still have every journal I’ve written in. I can’t stick to a diet. &lt;b style=""&gt;I talk in my sleep. &lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;strong&gt;drowning them out with loads of distractions. &lt;/strong&gt;I have jazz in my blood. Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time. I wear a toe ring. I can’t stand at LEAST one person that I work with. I am a caffeine junkie&lt;b style=""&gt;. I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/b&gt; I have been to over 15 conventions. I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better. &lt;b style=""&gt;I’m an artist. I only clean my room when necessary. &lt;/b&gt;I like a person of the same sex. &lt;strong&gt;I love being happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. This came out seriously colourful which I have no idea why (might be because I "borrowed" it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8268772934903218618?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8268772934903218618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8268772934903218618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8268772934903218618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8268772934903218618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-7545750534220365787</id><published>2007-07-07T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:55:14.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sick, sick, sick</title><content type='html'>Down with the flu, sore throat, cough, fever and losing voice...whole enchilada...crap..&lt;br /&gt;So basically I haven't been blogging a lot because I'm sick, lazy and moody(sulking and brooding)&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, my sickness usually come in a pre-arranged order - sore throat, fever, losing voice, cough and finally flu.  The package was kind of screwed up this time, sore throat + flu, fever + sore throat + flu, flu + cough and I'm still waiting for the flu stage to come, cross my fingers and hope I can skip that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I don't sound like a frog anymore (Nicole tells me it's a duck but I don't see much of a difference...) I just hope I don't sound too man (as Kok Shen said once...Haiz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sad thing bout getting sick is it's not a good idea to play Zuma while having a sore throat. Note to self: No screaming when you have sore throat even when playing Zuma (even if you do idiotic idiotic mistakes) because your throat will be screaming along with you (the pain!). Zuma had me saying frick (freaking but without the -ing) and feck (thanks to Douglas) a lot last night, along with a few delirious statements and random weirdness (I think it might be the fever that has made me delirious) Thank god it was all in my mind and not me mumbling to myself or I'd have to be certified insane. God I hope I don't mumble to myself in future then I get fever...&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-7545750534220365787?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/7545750534220365787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=7545750534220365787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/7545750534220365787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/7545750534220365787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-sick-sick.html' title='Sick, sick, sick'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-640551197213567474</id><published>2007-07-04T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:25:53.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Art Journal</title><content type='html'>I think my blog is a little bare on pictures (not counting those down there..), so here's a sample of the pet project I'm going to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by Tera-wish.com where i saw my first art journal, I'm going to attempt to create one (for the sake of fun and too free) just like i attempted to create....a few projects which i actually never started doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, a few sample of art journals:&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimer, these pictures do not belong to me, I lifted them off from google image and I don't take credit for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoutTnorNSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QuhihxqCi08/s1600-h/terawish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoutTnorNSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QuhihxqCi08/s320/terawish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083347156986443042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoutdHorNTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cvbvCSM7i9Y/s1600-h/invisble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoutdHorNTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cvbvCSM7i9Y/s320/invisble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083347320195200306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Routr3orNUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m6wbHNZ2B9Q/s1600-h/artjournal+%28france%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Routr3orNUI/AAAAAAAAAE0/m6wbHNZ2B9Q/s320/artjournal+%28france%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083347573598270786" 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/5146212725786348415-640551197213567474?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/640551197213567474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=640551197213567474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/640551197213567474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/640551197213567474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/art-journal.html' title='Art Journal'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoutTnorNSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/QuhihxqCi08/s72-c/terawish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-5516497929873762848</id><published>2007-07-04T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T19:33:35.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doh'/><title type='text'>part time job idiocy!</title><content type='html'>Whee...what an Idiot (capital I Idiot!) I am! An example of my Idiocy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone ringing annoyingly at 10am when I'm sleeping peacefully in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person on the Line: (speaking some chinese crap that I don't understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (half awake and totally grumpy that I'm interrupted of my beauty sleep and wants the stupid salesperson to get off the LINE!) I'm sorry I don't speak chinese (I spoke in mandarin actually, notice how retarded that statement sounded?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brain wake up a bit, go..whoops..) I mean, I can only speak a little bit of chinese (In mandarin again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person on the Line: (seems satisfied that I can speak a little goes on prattling chinese bout something something something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Super annoyed and just want to get back to SLEEP!) I'm sorry I don't understand what you are saying (In English this time, notice I got smarter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person on the Line: ("@%$^%#$" Hangs up the phone due to my Idiocy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the morning after a hot shower, my brain starts to function properly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...I wonder how that could have gotten my phone number, must be some idiot advertising company, isn't that against privacy rights?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now who did I give my number to? Let's see, school, friends, hmm...the part time job looking thing......OWH MY FUCKING SHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there my friends was me hanging up on my job offer, thank you folks and good night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5516497929873762848?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5516497929873762848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5516497929873762848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5516497929873762848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5516497929873762848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-time-job-idiocy.html' title='part time job idiocy!'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-5357612582637887181</id><published>2007-07-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:05:00.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cam whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>Cam Whore</title><content type='html'>Warning! The following contents may be graphical nature to some (stomach showing. ;P). Viewer discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to take a shower and when I was bout to change out of my clothes I went, Owh, My, tooooot. I'm a half-black/half-white chinese! @#$&amp;*(&amp;amp;@# My "tan" (blackieness) is bloody, obviously, distorted? uneven? Feck, I don't even know the word for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out! (Cam whoring my stomach):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooQsHorNNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nrQieezsohc/s1600-h/IMG_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooQsHorNNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nrQieezsohc/s320/IMG_0225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082893479590966482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blur (obviously), from me taking the picture with one hand. Looks like someone else's hand because of the colour difference right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it gets even better up the arm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooVZnorNPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CW5IEKqzCD0/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooVZnorNPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CW5IEKqzCD0/s320/IMG_0240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082898659321525490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooRvXorNOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iF7GyeZnfh0/s1600-h/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooVZnorNPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CW5IEKqzCD0/s1600-h/IMG_0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooWZXorNRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dE8w-8A1z1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooWZXorNRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dE8w-8A1z1Y/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082899754538186002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I need a new swimsuit. I'm thinking two piece/bikini (i think they're the same thing) or else i'm going to end up as a half-black/half white chinese...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5357612582637887181?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5357612582637887181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5357612582637887181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5357612582637887181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5357612582637887181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/cam-whore.html' title='Cam Whore'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RooQsHorNNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nrQieezsohc/s72-c/IMG_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-2933589795369052354</id><published>2007-07-02T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T23:02:18.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Nottingham</title><content type='html'>Okay, this morning, I had a minor heart attack, no worries folks! I'm still alive and healthy enough to blog! Anyways, I had the Nottingham office to thank for that little minor shock. Apparently I decided to call them up and they happily tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'd like to ask bout the twinning program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of Department: Owh, we don't have a twinning program, all our degrees are done locally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (shit!) Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of Department: May I know who you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm Audrey Tan and actually (sweetly) I sent you and email a week ago asking bout your twinning program but you never reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of Department: Owh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, small panic folks, apparently their program is called TRANSFER and not TWINNING!. Stupid idiot people with all the idiot words. I think I'll just go over to KL and settle everything in person which is so much better and faster. Hmm...air asia tickets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-2933589795369052354?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/2933589795369052354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=2933589795369052354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2933589795369052354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/2933589795369052354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/nottingham.html' title='Nottingham'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8209829066132276702</id><published>2007-07-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:45:05.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part time job'/><title type='text'>part time job...take two...</title><content type='html'>Today, I made a GRAND discovery, most part time, school holiday workers in Kuching are underpaid and overworked - slave labour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz, Kuching is officially a slave labouring city that preys on poor sales assistants, promoters, waitress, cashiers and yes, even baristas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slave labour = RM2.50 per hour (yupz, it's two fifty per hour, nope, i didn't type wrongly there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn and I actually went to Coffee Bean first (yes, the Coffee Bean, not some ciplak Coffee Bean) and found that they pay workers RM2.50 (which is actually the highest we've discovered so far...)&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked...did not even begin to cover the we were shocked feeling we had. Then, we went to Body Shop, Tom's, Bing!, Tao and Memories which were all paying us...you know how much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have no choice but to turn into a slave labourer if I want to do a part time job. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8209829066132276702?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8209829066132276702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8209829066132276702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8209829066132276702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8209829066132276702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/part-time-jobtake-two.html' title='part time job...take two...'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8443522282024646845</id><published>2007-07-01T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:55:15.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><title type='text'>Prom!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after the whole apply for streamyx fiasco, the toturous wait for them to get back from perhentian, the finding memory card reader thingy, I finally got the prom pics from Wrnwrn! Finally, all 62222kb of it (yupz, you've read it right, it's 60.8Mb), glory hallelujah! So, be prepared folks because this whole post is going to be full of bandwidth sucking, time consuming prom pictures!...uploading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, prom was officially on 17th of June (one day after my birthday to be precise - which means no buffet at shogun with the family because you don't eat heavy before prom, nope, you don't!) and then whole night basically resulted in a lot of picture taking, enough to result in 60.8Mb of pictures! haha&lt;br /&gt;And no, I shall only upload a few because I'm not that cruel as to suck up so much bandwidth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoeyuHorM6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Lqx2Yyo-6UE/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082227209904272290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoeyuHorM6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Lqx2Yyo-6UE/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrnwrn and I, that's the first, err...second? picture we took that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoevOXorM2I/AAAAAAAAABE/IDTz2C9dmC0/s1600-h/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082223365908542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoevOXorM2I/AAAAAAAAABE/IDTz2C9dmC0/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, Sian Yee, Wrnwrn and I the ahem during library group. Haha, you know what we did that time with the phone. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roev-XorM3I/AAAAAAAAABM/N78HN0b6f1o/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082224190542263154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roev-XorM3I/AAAAAAAAABM/N78HN0b6f1o/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaclyn and I. The earrings do match her outfit because i persuaded her to buy them, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roew5HorM4I/AAAAAAAAABU/TTTCxJMnwPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082225199859577730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roew5HorM4I/AAAAAAAAABU/TTTCxJMnwPQ/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrnwrn and I at some wall at the hotel, and I shall give credit to our "professional" photographer, Tee Da Yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoexpHorM5I/AAAAAAAAABc/YmChUUB06ok/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082226024493298578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoexpHorM5I/AAAAAAAAABc/YmChUUB06ok/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's me, after we climbed up, down and around JW just to find a nice setting for more PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe0NXorM7I/AAAAAAAAABs/fp-ZL825w9c/s1600-h/IMG_0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082228846286812082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe0NXorM7I/AAAAAAAAABs/fp-ZL825w9c/s320/IMG_0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrnwrn, Felix and I. Definitely the first picture I've taken...I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe02norM8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/h5Iy1xFkunA/s1600-h/IMG_0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082229554956415938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe02norM8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/h5Iy1xFkunA/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Teck, Wrnwrn, Ek Wyn and I. Ek Wyn definitely looks different with his hair like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe1tHorM9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wsIhdtj8Uok/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082230491259286482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe1tHorM9I/AAAAAAAAAB8/wsIhdtj8Uok/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keegan, Wrnwrn and I. Another one with an outstanding hairstyle. Hmm..never notice that..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe3gXorM_I/AAAAAAAAACM/uDCn0hJU9Y8/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082232471239209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe3gXorM_I/AAAAAAAAACM/uDCn0hJU9Y8/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrnwrn, Myat and I because I was too bored and decided to do something random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe4TnorNAI/AAAAAAAAACU/lF02enoyprg/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082233351707505666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe4TnorNAI/AAAAAAAAACU/lF02enoyprg/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I finally decided to take a picture with Ron and give him a hug too! I think the world is coming to an end soon. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe6OHorNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/LGOi-RMd0rc/s1600-h/IMG_0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082235456241480722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe6OHorNBI/AAAAAAAAACc/LGOi-RMd0rc/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toot*-Tee Da Yuan! He looks like he's sitting here but he's actually crouching down for the sake of my height. Hehe, and I bullied him to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe63norNCI/AAAAAAAAACk/R9keqDrZPIg/s1600-h/IMG_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082236169206051874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe63norNCI/AAAAAAAAACk/R9keqDrZPIg/s320/IMG_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrnwrn and I, the guys - Sing Kwan, Juin Nik and Sing Ming. This was a pretty funny picture because half of us were staring upwards (myself inclusive) and the other half staring at the camera. I wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe7oHorNDI/AAAAAAAAACs/9TlGwtcLBck/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082237002429707314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe7oHorNDI/AAAAAAAAACs/9TlGwtcLBck/s320/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin! Another guy we bullied into lowering his height, though he looks like he's at his natural height, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe8f3orNEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/a5qw3_qQBs0/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082237960207414338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe8f3orNEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/a5qw3_qQBs0/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ex-Prom King number 1, beloved class rep that chases me, beloved treasurer for cash every single time - Gan Kok Shen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe9FHorNFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1mGsvIs-R90/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082238600157541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe9FHorNFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1mGsvIs-R90/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Prom King number 2, beloved assistant class rep who never really did much until we practically forgot we had an assitant class rep - Daniel Chua Ming Wei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe9oHorNGI/AAAAAAAAADE/xNDTEmnFphg/s1600-h/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082239201452962914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe9oHorNGI/AAAAAAAAADE/xNDTEmnFphg/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harpreet and I. Sheesh, another tall guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe-dnorNHI/AAAAAAAAADM/i8lqUbRuv4M/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082240120575964274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe-dnorNHI/AAAAAAAAADM/i8lqUbRuv4M/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, Justin, (^_^)V?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe_2norNII/AAAAAAAAADU/9a7sWLYnUW8/s1600-h/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082241649584321666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/Roe_2norNII/AAAAAAAAADU/9a7sWLYnUW8/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I, another overly spiky hair fella...too smart for his own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofBrHorNJI/AAAAAAAAADc/td20qQGSmcc/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082243651039081618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofBrHorNJI/AAAAAAAAADc/td20qQGSmcc/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex and I, ex-classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofCxXorNKI/AAAAAAAAADk/01kNwk79c9E/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082244857924891810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofCxXorNKI/AAAAAAAAADk/01kNwk79c9E/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me at room 1001 doing the Felix imitation of 1001. Notice the change in clothes? Haha, went clubbing...shhh..don't tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...so I lied a little about not uploading a lot of pictures. I was tempted and I never handled temptation well anyways so, ta-da. Plenty of pictures! Ah, last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofD43orNLI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ej0JkPO0ow4/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082246086285538482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofD43orNLI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ej0JkPO0ow4/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas and I. Wrnwrn was taking the picture and telling Nicholas smile there, look here, don't smile like that! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofN-3orNMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bsXIvUdaZbE/s1600-h/IMG_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082257184481031362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RofN-3orNMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bsXIvUdaZbE/s320/IMG_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah! Stole this one from Nicholas, though I don't remember taking this. I like this one better. Definitely...ack, both would do fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8443522282024646845?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8443522282024646845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8443522282024646845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8443522282024646845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8443522282024646845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/prom.html' title='Prom!'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoeyuHorM6I/AAAAAAAAABk/Lqx2Yyo-6UE/s72-c/IMG_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-6865244068129591079</id><published>2007-07-01T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T02:46:44.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yes'/><title type='text'>Wheeeeeeeee.....</title><content type='html'>Okay, something very very very happy just happened BUT I shall keep it to myself and whomever that knows what this SOMETHING is because I'm selfish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you so damn much! I'll see you when I see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-6865244068129591079?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/6865244068129591079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=6865244068129591079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6865244068129591079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/6865244068129591079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/wheeeeeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeeeeee.....'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-3428948861139249723</id><published>2007-07-01T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:19:18.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><title type='text'>I'm officially a blackie...err..darkie?</title><content type='html'>Hehe..I went swimming today with Nicole and Michi at Stampark, though more of the crap talking than swimming actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were crapping...while still in the pool. And no, we were not struggling to stay afloat while talking crap. We swam to the poolside bar, the one with the shade (yes, we talked under the shade...I don't think we're crazy enough to talk under the hot hot sun...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually managed to swim a few laps before the urge to go crap with my fellow crapping buddy overtook me...&lt;br /&gt;Actually...it was when i was continously swimming laps and they were crapping nearby and I so happened to swim near them when they were crapping...and I heard something bout me....soo...&lt;br /&gt;naturally I had to stop and refute whatever crap they were saying bout me...which lead to me crapping along...which lead to us swimming to the shade...and crapping some more...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say...I'm officially dark-er..&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm definitely darker than I was before though I'm not sure how dark I am...&lt;br /&gt;Nicole tells me getting a tan is sexy, so yea...I shouldn't care. Wait, I mean, I don't care that I'm a darkie-blackie, yupz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-3428948861139249723?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/3428948861139249723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=3428948861139249723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3428948861139249723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/3428948861139249723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-officially-blackieerrdarkie.html' title='I&apos;m officially a blackie...err..darkie?'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-8705773032415903778</id><published>2007-06-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:12:21.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='part time job'/><title type='text'>Part time job....take one!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I found a job YESTERDAY (too lazy to blog yesterday because I was too damn tired when I got back so yea, I lied bout being able to post 365 times...) and I quit my job 9 hours later! Whoo...what a record! That must be my shortest time it took for me to loose a job...and it’s my first job to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out on a bright sunny day when Jaclyn and I decided to go round and look for part time jobs. I mean, I wasn’t really looking for a job, more like scouting so I wasn’t exactly trying or hoping to get a job...har har har...look what happened...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we started off with lunch at Tun Jugah cause of the food court there...I think we’re a wee bit too used to eating Asia Café style...haha...so our first stop was Populars because I think working at a bookshop is...okay? Cause you get to read all those books when you’re suppose to be working…or something like that... Anyways, attempt number 1 failed...apparently they weren’t short handed at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;So we thought to head over to coffee bean...and, I saw...ta ta ta tum...this computer shop and I was thinking, why not, just go and ask. It’s not as if we’d get a job there...owh whatever are the possibilities (note the sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;So we went in...and I talked to the boss...it went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We’re looking for part time jobs actually so we were wondering if you have any available?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Actually (suddenly sounding very excited...which is not a good thing for us...) we’re in need of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac and I were like, yes...not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Can you start now...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac and I....urrmmm..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: We’ll pay 2.50 per hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jac and I....oookay...sounds okay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Can you start now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, was how I got conned into taking a job at the Fujitsu/Mac store, promoting...Which was a boring as hell!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see...&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;Stock checked for 6 freaking hours...I now know the store intimately so I’ll know what they sell and what they don’t and what brand they sell and whatsoever and I shall never never never stock check if I’m a newbie because it is DAMN hard to find all the stocks, especially if you have a lot of stock and that you have to count them and sometimes it’s hard to reach for certain items...did I mention it’s hard to find all the stocks especially when they have names you don’t know...&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;I stood like there like a dungu...&lt;br /&gt;Stood around some more&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Stood around a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;Read some brochures...&lt;br /&gt;Stand around a bit more...&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally talk to Jac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I tried to kill 3 freaking hours by standing...haha... Anyways, by 6 Jaclyn was asking, can we quit? Cause it’s so FREAKING boring! And I was in total agreement...totally totally and yups...totally...&lt;br /&gt;So 9 hours after we signed up, we went to the boss and we said...can we quit?&lt;br /&gt;So that my friends, is how I earned RM22.50 after standing around doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Not bad...at least I’m not at home, sitting around and doing nothing and I wouldn’t get RM22.50...haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-8705773032415903778?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/8705773032415903778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=8705773032415903778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8705773032415903778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/8705773032415903778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/06/part-time-jobtake-one.html' title='Part time job....take one!'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-1530688270161935864</id><published>2007-06-28T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:22:54.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university course'/><title type='text'>To be or not to be? Engineering or Architecture?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Okay, the moment of truth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Engineering vs Architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt; vs &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;4 years vs 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Haiz…I’m feeling confused and panicky right now, no kidding here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;You know, I thought I had this all figured out since well duh, architecture is like 6 years and I doubt I want to spend 20s ass stuck in college while my friends prance round in suits. Then again, architecture might sound promising since first off it’s from the one and only &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; which I had been dying to get in since it’s like the top university in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and its damn near to the city. Secondly, it’s architecture, which is the love child of physics and art, two subs I’ll PROBABLY enjoy. So what if I suck in art, I have 6 frigging years to polish it up. AND, architects will prolly have a higher chance of getting a job compared to engineers. I just have to suck up to the fact that it’s SIX FREAKING YEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Engineering…sounds ok-ok, especially since it’s purely science, something I’ve been doing since form 4. 4 years is a good average too since practically every course has an average of 4 years. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Even better…I get to go to all sorts of places, of course can’t tell mummy and daddy I plan to do that…:D…tee hee…UK is like one of the places I have to go…before I die that is…(plenty of time actually)…So it seems fitting that I pick engineering no? Nice to have my happy bubble burst cause I just found out that mechanical engineering (a course which I had been considering)…is, in short, a man’s world…haiz…not that I mind (seeming as my A lvls class was mostly guys) but – they’d be dealing in machinery, that I HAD thought I wouldn’t mind…I don’t think I do? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, I don’t know bout all the other subjects like Chemical Eng or like E&amp;E or Civil (HA! This is a bigger man’s world apparently)…looks like loads more research…whoopee doopee…Hmm…Nottingham would be the college of my choice if I do go for engineering but I hope I can get better…like Imperial no? haha…just joking…I’m not that amazing :P…ack…I need recommendations on good local universities that offer twinning…MORE research…whoopee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Then again…I do have 6 mths to kill…ballroom dancing anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;P.S. This is my third post in 1 and a half days…Owh, my, GOD! I’m reaching the point of desperation here! I can’t imagine blogging so often in the span of 6 mths…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;3 posts in 1 and a half days = 1 post in half a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;1 year has 365 days = ½ a year has 182.5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;182.5 days = 365 posts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Whoa….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-1530688270161935864?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1530688270161935864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1530688270161935864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1530688270161935864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1530688270161935864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-or-not-to-be-engineering-or.html' title='To be or not to be? Engineering or Architecture?'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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-5146212725786348415.post-5746895245650555396</id><published>2007-06-28T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:09:48.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post secret'/><title type='text'>Post Secrets</title><content type='html'>Okay, second post here, I must be seriously bored out of my mind to post that often. Anyways it's just more crap to be added to make my blog look...more crappy..Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be promoting a lil bit here on post secret cause i found it a while back and watching Dirty Little Secret MV by all-american rejects kinda reminded me of it. So here's some very cool dirty lil secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNrW3orM0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JTWwv8kPyM8/s1600-h/losing+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNrW3orM0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JTWwv8kPyM8/s320/losing+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081022845239898946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNrMHorMzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AXGA4dTY4UM/s1600-h/pickle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNrMHorMzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/AXGA4dTY4UM/s320/pickle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081022660556305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNp0HorMxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rGk9eJG4qyw/s1600-h/lovehate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNp0HorMxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/rGk9eJG4qyw/s320/lovehate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081021148727816978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNpdXorMwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TijxIqrr1g/s1600-h/i%27m+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNpdXorMwI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8TijxIqrr1g/s320/i%27m+19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081020757885793026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's pretty interesting what people keep as their secret. Hmm...maybe I should write to them one day....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important Note! These are not mine and I do believe have taken them without the owner's permission. They belong to whomever made them and postsecret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit their blog at : http://postsecret.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-5746895245650555396?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/5746895245650555396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=5746895245650555396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5746895245650555396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/5746895245650555396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-secrets.html' title='Post Secrets'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoNrW3orM0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/JTWwv8kPyM8/s72-c/losing+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5146212725786348415.post-1784388986518461988</id><published>2007-06-28T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:23:54.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Trompe-l'œil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoKc-XorMvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NUvFJXl7UP4/s1600-h/trompe+l%27oeil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoKc-XorMvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NUvFJXl7UP4/s320/trompe+l%27oeil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080795924937782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa...was browsing through the net and i discovered these...&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get one of those in my house next time...&lt;br /&gt;hhm..though i'd prefer not to be buried alive..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5146212725786348415-1784388986518461988?l=matiraelistique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/feeds/1784388986518461988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5146212725786348415&amp;postID=1784388986518461988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1784388986518461988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5146212725786348415/posts/default/1784388986518461988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://matiraelistique.blogspot.com/2007/06/trompe-lil.html' title='Trompe-l&apos;œil'/><author><name>-materialistique-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513544864024515184</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/_HCWTHG-zuZU/RoKc-XorMvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NUvFJXl7UP4/s72-c/trompe+l%27oeil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
