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Yourself'/><title type='text'>Rojak Memoirs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' 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style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;⒈敏感多疑。喜欢胡思乱想，爱钻牛角尖。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. Sensitive and suspicious. Think too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;⒉冷静。即使内心起伏再大也十分理智冷静。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;2. Calm. No matter how troubled you are emotionally, you still appear to be cool and sensible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;⒊害怕失去。总表现得不冷不热让人难以靠近。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;3. Afraid of losing. It is difficult to approach you as you appear to be distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;⒋死要面子爱逞强。即使伤心也表现得十分强势。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;4. Egoistic and like to act strong. Even if you are sad, you will act as if you are strong and tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⒌缺乏耐心有点小自私。讨厌等人自己又爱迟到。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;5. Not patient. A little selfish. You hate to wait, but you are always late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⒍傻傻爱着他帮他做很多事即使对方不爱自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;6. Foolishly in love. You will do many things for her/him, even though she/he does not return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt; your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⒎追求完美。任何事情都希望做到最好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;7. Perfectionist. You want to give your best in everything you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⒏爱较真。关键时刻敷衍了事在他身上起不到任何作用。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;8. Pure love. Half-hearted reactions at critical moments do not work on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;⒐内心温和善良，一直坚守在朋友爱人身边。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;9. Kind and gentle. Will stay by the side of friends and lover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;想起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;你为我寻找的档案。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;Remembered the files you searched for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;想起了你那颗偏袒与我的心；&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;总是在包容我，原谅我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;Remembered your heart that sided me. It was always tolerating me, forgiving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;想起了你为我做错的一件事而笑了起来。你笑得很开心。那是我第一次看见你笑得如此灿烂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;Remembered the way you laughed when I did something wrong. You looked happy. That was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px; "&gt;first time I saw you smiling so brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;想起了每每遇见你的时候，我对你微笑，而你给我的回报是不知所措，害羞的笑。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;Remembered every time I met you, I smiled at you, but you always returned me with shy, nervous smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;想起了和你聊天的时候。你仔细聆听，你的分析，你给我出的对策。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;Remembered the time we conversed. You listened carefully. You analysed. You provided me with a solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;想起了七十五天里，我们之间的故事。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;Remembered the story between us which occured in those seventy five days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;我多么希望，只有我，可以从你身上得到这种待遇。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;How I wish that I was the only one who can get such treatment from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8058258830495459536?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8058258830495459536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8058258830495459536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8058258830495459536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='处女座的你 (You the Virgo)'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8329957234669178261</id><published>2012-01-17T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T23:33:12.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buddy Bear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Buddy Bears</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know these bears had been around for more than a month, but this nerd here had only got to see them TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PB0zikExvM/TxWSVP9WiKI/AAAAAAAABEs/gfAAXBZ2_PU/s1600/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PB0zikExvM/TxWSVP9WiKI/AAAAAAAABEs/gfAAXBZ2_PU/s400/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621797266000034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love his facial expression haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmC3kYdA0yc/TxWSU7Sy5WI/AAAAAAAABEg/vDMFBD53bc4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmC3kYdA0yc/TxWSU7Sy5WI/AAAAAAAABEg/vDMFBD53bc4/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621791718794594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's probably the only normal picture we took with the buddy bears, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgpARmdKKqE/TxWR8e7CKrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dk-04nuhhg4/s1600/photo%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lgpARmdKKqE/TxWR8e7CKrI/AAAAAAAABEQ/dk-04nuhhg4/s400/photo%2B%252813%2529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621371786078898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing like the bear but nowhere as cute as the bear :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmYgYrkSQbc/TxWR7g_fgPI/AAAAAAAABEE/f6o3S3LEGK0/s1600/photo%2B%25289%2529%2Bpat%2Bdragon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmYgYrkSQbc/TxWR7g_fgPI/AAAAAAAABEE/f6o3S3LEGK0/s400/photo%2B%25289%2529%2Bpat%2Bdragon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621355161780466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay so this is not a picture about buddy bear. I still love it though! It's just too bad the glass in the middle destroyed this picture T_T&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziCzk7kKRzA/TxWR7MYZqWI/AAAAAAAABD4/1rv2gR2Fnt4/s1600/photo%2B%25287%2529%2Busa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziCzk7kKRzA/TxWR7MYZqWI/AAAAAAAABD4/1rv2gR2Fnt4/s400/photo%2B%25287%2529%2Busa.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621349629110626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bear of liberty and blogger of liberty (which is an oxymoron in this country haha):p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NvRxvYQsC8/TxWR6CemZUI/AAAAAAAABDs/-MJLs2ebvpY/s1600/photo%2B%25286%2529%2Bchina.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NvRxvYQsC8/TxWR6CemZUI/AAAAAAAABDs/-MJLs2ebvpY/s400/photo%2B%25286%2529%2Bchina.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621329790887234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried to look cool like the China bear but failed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgdM9RvCauQ/TxWR5xluZJI/AAAAAAAABDg/750-_-ZqIZI/s1600/photo%2B%25285%2529cuba.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgdM9RvCauQ/TxWR5xluZJI/AAAAAAAABDg/750-_-ZqIZI/s400/photo%2B%25285%2529cuba.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698621325257368722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never smoked a cigarette in real life. I'm against smoking actually :) I'm solely posing for fun! No advertising or promoting whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many other buddy bears that I would love to take picture with but I just don't have enough time! Isn't that sad :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;My sadness aside, anyway let's not forget the purpose of Buddy Bear - a message of peace, international understanding and tolerance among the nations, cultures and religions of this worl&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Let us all try our best to practise that :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8329957234669178261?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8329957234669178261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/buddy-bears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8329957234669178261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8329957234669178261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/buddy-bears.html' title='Buddy Bears'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9PB0zikExvM/TxWSVP9WiKI/AAAAAAAABEs/gfAAXBZ2_PU/s72-c/photo%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1999588209671502992</id><published>2012-01-15T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:16:06.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lyrics that (kind of) accurately describe my feelings now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Turn the lights on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Every night I rush to my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;What kinda dream is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;'Cause you're my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;I mention you when I say my prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;I wrap you around all of my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Boy you're my temporary high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;I wish that when I wake up you're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;To wrap your arms around me for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;And tell me you'll stay by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Clouds filled with stars cover the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;What kinda dream is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;'Cause you're my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Tattoo your name across my heart so it will remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Not even death can make us part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;What kind of dream is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;'Cause you're my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;(Turn the lights on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; background-color: rgb(184, 188, 173); "&gt;Either way I don't wanna wake up from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1999588209671502992?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1999588209671502992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweet-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1999588209671502992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1999588209671502992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/sweet-dreams.html' title='Sweet Dreams'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1730295529709500910</id><published>2012-01-10T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T23:56:29.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiffany Chan and Greg Bybee'/><title type='text'>Tiffany Chan and Greg Bybee</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;Though Tiffany Chan had not seen Greg Bybee for 5 months, she still thinks of him sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;She was still hoping that at some point of Greg's life, he had been attracted to her, even if it was just for an hour, or a couple of minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;Did he look at her back when she leaves? That's what Tiffany did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Whenever they talk to each other, their eye contact were never broken. Why? Was it merely because Tiffany would not stop looking into Greg's eyes? Did Greg feel the same? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Did Greg enjoy talking to her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Was Greg nice and helpful to Tiffany because he likes her, or was he nice to every other girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;But Greg was so forgiving. He seemed to forgave all mistakes that Tiffany made. He laughed at some, but overall, he's forgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;He seemed to be extremely willing to help Tiffany out. Even by doing things that, judging by other girls' reactions, he had never ever did for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tiffany couldn't help but to wonder what can be inferred from these actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Did he think that she is stupid? Some mistakes she made were, well, stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Did he think that she is rude? On one occasion perhaps, Tiffany thought she had been a bit rough on him. She shouldn't have spoke to him in that manner. What would he think? That she is independent like a man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tiffany regretted that she had never rode in his car. Though she wasn't sure whether he was happy to give her a lift, or extremely reluctant. It was someone else's suggestion after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tom Clarke thought Tiffany was "the imperfectly perfect lady who was so tempting." Did Greg think of Tiffany in the same way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; line-height: 12px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Greg Bybee appears to be a quiet person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1730295529709500910?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1730295529709500910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/tiffany-chan-and-greg-bybee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1730295529709500910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1730295529709500910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2012/01/tiffany-chan-and-greg-bybee.html' title='Tiffany Chan and Greg Bybee'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5165542075328968037</id><published>2011-12-30T07:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:50:15.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>My Sister Said the Darnest Thing.</title><content type='html'>Scenario 1&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was looking at my picture while I was out in the car porch hanging out the clothes. Suddenly she came to me and said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Your picture is nice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tha-" I was going to say thank you, but before I finished my sentence, she continued:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which is why I don't like it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment I couldn't figure out what was going on. *astonished face* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not until she finished her sentence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm jealous!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scenario 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister was looking at my picture, and looked at me; looked at my picture again... and the process went on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally she burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can see that the photographer must have put in a lot of effort to edit your picture. So different from you in reality!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=_______________________=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I feel like punching and kicking her until she changed her mind and start thinking that my picture is nice because I'm a natural beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5165542075328968037?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5165542075328968037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-sister-said-darnest-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5165542075328968037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5165542075328968037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-sister-said-darnest-thing.html' title='My Sister Said the Darnest Thing.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-7010406412885677048</id><published>2011-09-15T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:54:12.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kimarie'/><title type='text'>Hair Disaster... Again.</title><content type='html'>Annette said "sometimes we must do stupid things to our hair in order to appreciate it."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now standing in front of the mirror, looking at my fringe and my neither-curly-nor-straight-damn-how-do-i-maintain-this hair, missing my (sort of) straight hair and (kind of) long badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fringe is not me. I am too un-cute for something as cute as fringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might look reasonably ok in curly hair but I definitely don't know how to maintain it. The only thing I know about hair is: tie it into ponytail, comb it, blow it (in whichever direction), wash it, condition it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I permed my hair two years ago, and it is obvious that I had not learned anything about taking care of curly hair, because I am still struggling with all the scrunching and rolling and whatever not to maintain the curls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-7010406412885677048?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7010406412885677048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/09/hair-disaster-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/7010406412885677048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/7010406412885677048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/09/hair-disaster-again.html' title='Hair Disaster... Again.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5331310148786863862</id><published>2011-08-28T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T22:43:33.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>I Thought I'll Have So Much to Say, But I End Up Being So Speechless.</title><content type='html'>  I thought I'll have many things to say, but I ended up so speechless. A million things run through my mind and I just can't seem to pen them down. My thoughts are not coherent at all so I'll just write whatever that is on my mind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Thank you God. Without your help, this is not possible. I had never really been religious (except when I'm afraid) but thank you for blessing me all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Having a boring life for the past three years. I used to complain about it, curse it, cry about it. Everyone else had been traveling around Malaysia and some went overseas but not me! Everyone else seem to be having so much fun but not me... but now I just want to say, "thank God I choose to have a boring life!" Thank God I didn't spend long hours at mamak stalls. Thank God I didn't go clubbing (I haven't even tried clubbing once in the last three years even though I really wanted to try it just for once). Thank God I didn't do so many things. Thank God, despite all the complains and cursing and crying, I still wake up at seven everyday to study and sleep at eleven. With all these effort and I still can't pass with flying colours, I imagine I will probably fail if I didn't put in so much effort?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I had never been a smart person. Like my father always said, "stupid birds have to start flying earlier." I am the stupid bird. I have to start flying earlier. Rest less. Play less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  And thank God that's what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  My colleagues told me "you need to enjoy life more!" when they found out I had never tried ice cream cake before, never been to so many places, etc. I smiled and told them "well I had not enjoyed life for the past three years, and I won't get to enjoy life for the future one year either."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  But that's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  It's going to be another difficult year ahead. I don't know if I can make it but I'll have to give it my best shot. I can complain, I can cry, I can curse, but I can not give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I'm lucky to have very understanding friends who never stop befriending me even though I can only meet them once or twice a year. Very lovely family who always try their best to help me. Very sweet boyfriend who lend me his shoulders every few days because I always cry when I come across things that I can't understand when I'm studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Thank you. I love you all. Seriously I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  But now!!!! Tuesday onwards I'm going to be free as a bird till 16th September.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I can enjoy life for about two weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Time to really enjoy because after 16th September, I'll have to go back to the kind of life where I won't get to meet my loved ones on weekends again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5331310148786863862?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5331310148786863862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-thought-ill-have-so-much-to-say-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5331310148786863862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5331310148786863862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-thought-ill-have-so-much-to-say-but-i.html' title='I Thought I&apos;ll Have So Much to Say, But I End Up Being So Speechless.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5672772856742792276</id><published>2011-07-24T18:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:44:36.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>I'm A Worthless Piece of Stone, So Are My Sisters</title><content type='html'>There is a Chinese proverb that says: "If you have a son, you wish that he will grow into a dragon; if you have a daughter, you wish that she will grow into a phoenix." &lt;i&gt;(wang zi cheng long, wang nv cheng feng).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese parents always want their children to be successful in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I suppose that is probably true for ALL parents. Who wouldn't want the hard work they pour in to turn out to be good investment?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the same with my parents. It WAS. I remember when I was ten, my teacher would call my parents when I score 80 for my mathematics because "Is she OK? Is everything in her family alright? She usually score 90 and above."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents will then spend the night analyzing every exam question with me to find out which area I am having problem with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh. Crazy teachers and crazy parents. It's not like I failed mathematics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65JtNMLQShk/Tiv_4aougbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TlY-jkotj1Q/s1600/24072011086.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65JtNMLQShk/Tiv_4aougbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TlY-jkotj1Q/s400/24072011086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877103644836274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mum really don't look fierce, but I get so scared when she walks towards the fridge when I was little, because that's where she kept the rotan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was in secondary school, I was not allowed to hang out with friends because they were worried that I might be influenced to do bad things, such as listening to R&amp;amp;B, Pop; wearing sleeveless and short skirt... stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. It's not like I'm going to start smoking or get a tattoo or have a gangster boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my friends were talking about Jay Chou and Linkin' Park and Westlife, I was listening to "Morning has broken..." on Lite fm (back then it was called Light and Easy) every morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JysvOdjE_5U/Tiv_5rru5oI/AAAAAAAABCw/qjIXwj0ypOs/s1600/24072011091.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JysvOdjE_5U/Tiv_5rru5oI/AAAAAAAABCw/qjIXwj0ypOs/s400/24072011091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877125400716930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love hanging out with my sister these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hated hanging out with my family back then. It was embarrassing. It makes me feel stupid. We quarreled every time we went to the mall together, and I always purse my lips and walk with my head facing the floor, afraid that I might bump into someone that I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, all those are past tense. Things had changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my younger sisters start to grow older, my parents begin to realize it is actually NORMAL for teenagers to wear sleeveless and short skirts, and listen to music like Lady Gaga and Katy Perry (it's not like we're going to start wearing beef slices anyway...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what? Nowadays my mum actually enjoy listening to Jay Chou, and she can recognise Lady Gaga's voice better than us, and she actually know more singers than us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USEdM6VzGkw/TiwAbXDYT0I/AAAAAAAABC4/LhKLpAHU5P4/s1600/24072011095.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USEdM6VzGkw/TiwAbXDYT0I/AAAAAAAABC4/LhKLpAHU5P4/s400/24072011095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877703978307394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My mum is more trendy than us these days, how embarrassing. She sometimes criticize us for our outdated fashion sense, can you imagine that? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we learn to embrace oldies. When we go karaoke with mum, we try to pick songs of her time that we thought she might like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I bump into my friends, I might even introduce them to my family if we were not in a rush. I don't feel embarrassed to be seen with my family (I hope that doesn't mean I'm growing old!) and I don't care if people are looking at us like we came from Mars because of Dad's ridiculous gestures and the way he get nervous at all kind of small things like "where is the toilet?" or Mum's extremely loud laughter over all kind of things like "they don't have my size for this shoe!" (none of us can understand what's so funny about that... ) or the way I get excited at all kind of little things ("look, this pot of flowers is so cute!"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody is perfect, so we just bully each other by laughing at each other's weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1BX7twvk8E/Tiv_5URF3GI/AAAAAAAABCo/rPvTurSCSEg/s1600/24072011090.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1BX7twvk8E/Tiv_5URF3GI/AAAAAAAABCo/rPvTurSCSEg/s400/24072011090.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877119114959970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He might look smart, but he's really stupid when he's with us. Well, that explains why we are not bright either. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We compromise with each other and it worked out great. Hanging out with parents is becoming something so fun, so happy, so joyful, so relaxing and so comfortable. It become something I look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't realize how lucky we are - we actually thought all families go through this stage at some point! - until we found out that somebody we know, had been so stressed that she is mentally ill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correction: both she and her mother are mentally ill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We realize that they are usually serious, even among family members. They don't joke. They quarrel easily. They don't even talk to each other much. The mother pressured the daughter in everything, including being the top scorer at college and "don't eat dinner because you had two slices of pizza for lunch. You'll gain weight"/"I need to buy diet pills for her, she gained 1kg"/"I'll buy a treadmill for her hostel so she can stay slim".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiKdmtzlCaI/TiwAbY1dHHI/AAAAAAAABDA/nj6IpNdUh30/s1600/24072011097.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EiKdmtzlCaI/TiwAbY1dHHI/AAAAAAAABDA/nj6IpNdUh30/s400/24072011097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877704456772722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ernie always complained that she's fat, but I always think she looks gorgeous! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That really made us realize how lucky we are, to be able to be feel so comfortable at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents stop pressuring us to get super good results at school and at college, probably because they realize no matter how much pressure they exert on us, we'll never be able to be top scorers anyway... *laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nowadays they just say "just try your best." Understanding the toughness of professional degrees like law and accounting, and also the fact that we are not so bright, they even tell us "hey, it's ok if you fail one paper or two. It's normal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum never really care if we gain weight (probably because she is obese herself... haha). She'll advise us to do aerobics/yoga/dancing by following videos though, because that is good for our health, both physically and mentally, and it is affordable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of our hobby-in-common is eating anyway. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQPgYncpKLg/TiwAbzzXs8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/lHApeU8r_-g/s1600/24072011102.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FQPgYncpKLg/TiwAbzzXs8I/AAAAAAAABDQ/lHApeU8r_-g/s400/24072011102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877711695786946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We actually love eating more than shopping. It's just too bad eating, unlike window-shopping, is not free :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum told us, she had learned to stop treating us like eggs. She no longer need to carry us carefully in her hands, afraid that we'll break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to her, we are now three stones in her heart. Worthless and burdensome, so she is not afraid to throw us far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouch, that hurts my feelings. Nah, just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing is, the less she care, the more we care, and the more we cling onto our family. Funny how things work, eh? We like to spend time with them, listening to their daily life, or stories they had told us countless times ("You know when I first came to KL, I don't even have one ringgit in my pocket, I have to walk one hour to work...." "Mum, you've told me that so many times." "I know, but let me tell you again, I want to talk about it.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vy00YA993rU/Tiv_5K3xvqI/AAAAAAAABCg/41AUvr5dJb0/s1600/24072011089.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vy00YA993rU/Tiv_5K3xvqI/AAAAAAAABCg/41AUvr5dJb0/s400/24072011089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877116592864930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Or in dad's case, he'll be talking about shopping mall's design and architecture when he's at the mall with us. It's quite an intellectual topic, but Auntie Anne really interests us more than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we like to vent to them. Vent about studies, exams ("I'm not ready, I don't want to sit for exam"), about our nasty boss ("I cried in toilet today, my boss was so sarcastic, he asked me, next time can you open your eyes when you are working? And he shouted at my colleague, I'm afraid he'll shout at me next, I don't want to work anymore, I want to quit"), about uncomfortable working shoes ("They squeeze and pinch my toes and now my toes are bleeding, how come I have such weird feet that it makes it a mission impossible to buy comfortable shoes?") ... everything under the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum will just tell us things like "horrible boss! Quit this stupid job!" or "Idiot... he probably has a real nasty family. Let's pity him and let him scold all that he wants if that's the only comfort in his life. He doesn't have a great family like you." and "Oh, poor thing. Pretend you are sick today, let's go and get a fake MC."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confidently knowing that we won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wise old mum must be practicing reverse psychology on us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not bragging about what a great family I have. I just feel very blessed. I really appreciate my family from the bottom of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had never been a strong person. I cry at the smallest thing. I feel stressed easily. I get upset easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I am really thankful that I have a supportive family that held me up when I fall. They had always been there for me, through good and bad times. They are my pillar of strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(There's tears in my eyes as I'm typing this and I'm not exaggerating.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuXuc7DPc2c/Tiv_446r6qI/AAAAAAAABCY/cMViJC_UUyc/s1600/24072011088.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MuXuc7DPc2c/Tiv_446r6qI/AAAAAAAABCY/cMViJC_UUyc/s400/24072011088.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877111773227682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I love these jokers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If my family is serious and stern, I guess I would be suffering from mental illness by now too... thank God they are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really thankful that they are a bunch of idiots who don't care about reputation. A bunch of fools that I feel happy with, that understands me, that care for me, and I care for them too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIC_vebxh5I/TiwAbsl7ccI/AAAAAAAABDI/K9CIxnykwL4/s1600/24072011099.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WIC_vebxh5I/TiwAbsl7ccI/AAAAAAAABDI/K9CIxnykwL4/s400/24072011099.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632877709760360898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And all the good times we have with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Wishing our cousin a fast and full recovery. May God bless them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5672772856742792276?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5672772856742792276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-worthless-piece-of-stone-so-are-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5672772856742792276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5672772856742792276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-worthless-piece-of-stone-so-are-my.html' title='I&apos;m A Worthless Piece of Stone, So Are My Sisters'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-65JtNMLQShk/Tiv_4aougbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/TlY-jkotj1Q/s72-c/24072011086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8268674676053001944</id><published>2011-07-03T21:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:03:23.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft powerpoint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love assignment'/><title type='text'>The Most Atrocious Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yup, that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my boyfriend to practice Microsoft Powerpoint by creating a love assignment for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said he'll do one on my anniversary/birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most atrocious girlfriend said no, she wants it &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; means "make it tomorrow or you're dead."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end the most atrocious girlfriend got what she wanted :p but actually she's not that atrocious, because while the boyfriend was busy creating love assignment this evening, she had already created one yesterday and sent it to him right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the love assignment created by the most atrocious girlfriend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oxoLlgpg4w/ThBx5Ov_UjI/AAAAAAAABCI/vEkcdS6KaqM/s1600/Slide1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oxoLlgpg4w/ThBx5Ov_UjI/AAAAAAAABCI/vEkcdS6KaqM/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625121162611610162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etiKDEamKKs/ThBx0Lm81gI/AAAAAAAABCA/m59fJxxQsh4/s1600/Slide2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etiKDEamKKs/ThBx0Lm81gI/AAAAAAAABCA/m59fJxxQsh4/s400/Slide2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625121075869046274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNcBNz6sj48/ThBxz9wOIMI/AAAAAAAABB4/au9jscB-o_k/s1600/Slide3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNcBNz6sj48/ThBxz9wOIMI/AAAAAAAABB4/au9jscB-o_k/s400/Slide3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625121072149831874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The animation for this slide is super cute. The boy will first move right. Then the girl will move left. This will cause them to hold hands. And then the love will appear one by one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most atrocious girlfriend is also the most romantic girlfriend, as well as the cutest, and the most creative :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DMD_teTtlJM/ThBxzxklpOI/AAAAAAAABBw/h8Za06vRLg8/s1600/Slide4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DMD_teTtlJM/ThBxzxklpOI/AAAAAAAABBw/h8Za06vRLg8/s400/Slide4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625121068879815906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLiwhnUwQu0/ThBxzceevFI/AAAAAAAABBo/qLDryuZR4ac/s1600/Slide5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLiwhnUwQu0/ThBxzceevFI/AAAAAAAABBo/qLDryuZR4ac/s400/Slide5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625121063217052754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slilde 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9d8TUw4qvIk/ThBxzdRow2I/AAAAAAAABBg/LLBdnGjDoxg/s1600/Slide6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9d8TUw4qvIk/ThBxzdRow2I/AAAAAAAABBg/LLBdnGjDoxg/s400/Slide6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625121063431619426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The most atrocious girlfriend thought she did a fabulous job, but that was before she saw her boyfriend's creation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tmv9t61b3M/ThBxE1n0XZI/AAAAAAAABAw/nxmq5437B7c/s1600/Slide1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Tmv9t61b3M/ThBxE1n0XZI/AAAAAAAABAw/nxmq5437B7c/s400/Slide1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625120262513253778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's too bad that I can't listen to the sound clip because he didn't attach the sound clip with the email. But he said it was a song by Jay Chou :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyM9J9yX_yA/ThBw-iUIo8I/AAAAAAAABAo/C54xa3P0gj0/s1600/Slide2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyM9J9yX_yA/ThBw-iUIo8I/AAAAAAAABAo/C54xa3P0gj0/s400/Slide2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625120154251207618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say it is fun to read the words he typed because his handwriting is impossible to decipher... I had headaches trying to read his love letters (which I coerced him into writing), and I'm not exaggerating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the last paragraph meant "because of you I had to work on a beautiful Sunday evening so you better appreciate it" :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Jz_CSWlp4/ThBw94fD7sI/AAAAAAAABAg/uNhvViKjcfo/s1600/Slide3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K1Jz_CSWlp4/ThBw94fD7sI/AAAAAAAABAg/uNhvViKjcfo/s400/Slide3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625120143022747330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish he had picked a nicer picture because I don't like the one in the middle... but then again in his PC there ain't a lot of pictures with me looking OK. Most of the time I look stupid, tired... you get the idea haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhkwzZvOlNw/ThBw9e8OnPI/AAAAAAAABAY/PNOHtqc9Wew/s1600/Slide4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhkwzZvOlNw/ThBw9e8OnPI/AAAAAAAABAY/PNOHtqc9Wew/s400/Slide4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625120136165760242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31CoM4E3NpY/ThBw9eXkNmI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tf7bnUEqMR0/s1600/Slide5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31CoM4E3NpY/ThBw9eXkNmI/AAAAAAAABAQ/tf7bnUEqMR0/s400/Slide5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625120136011986530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slide 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That love looks so Nando-ish. It makes me hungry :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OI9-9mHBm4g/ThBw9Bhd7kI/AAAAAAAABAI/XxxhGlBACx4/s1600/Slide6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OI9-9mHBm4g/ThBw9Bhd7kI/AAAAAAAABAI/XxxhGlBACx4/s400/Slide6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625120128268889666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life is fun when there is someone that you can bully when you are bored/suddenly come up with strange ideas x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God for giving me such a nice person in my life :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8268674676053001944?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8268674676053001944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/07/most-atrocious-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8268674676053001944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8268674676053001944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/07/most-atrocious-girlfriend.html' title='The Most Atrocious Girlfriend'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_oxoLlgpg4w/ThBx5Ov_UjI/AAAAAAAABCI/vEkcdS6KaqM/s72-c/Slide1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-610507375387484895</id><published>2011-06-23T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:32:03.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Gonna Start Working Soon!</title><content type='html'>My first job offer this year came from Super Group, as admin/personal assistant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which I already rejected. Bye-bye, thousand eight per month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably won't get to see that much money when I started chambering because I heard chambering students were paid peanuts. I hope when I started chambering I won't regret over not accepting this job offer T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then went for an interview at Khor &amp;amp; Rafidah, where the lawyer there had apparently decided that I'm too inexperienced in this field to even be considered, so he only asked me two basic questions and said "I will get back to you two days later, and if I forgot, sms me".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, he never contact me, and I didn't contact him either, because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got another job offer :D Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was offered a clerical position in litigation department of another law firm. I will start working on on 4th July. The salary is much lower than thousand eight of course, it's just "enough to cover my expenses", and so my sister Yoongie kept asking "why would you take up the job that offer you less money?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's quite stupid to say bye bye to more money huh? But I guess this job will be more useful and relevant for my future, and I hope I'm right :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I think my new boss looks a bit like Tan Sri James Foong :P I hope my performance meets his expectations! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-610507375387484895?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/610507375387484895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/06/gonna-start-working-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/610507375387484895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/610507375387484895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/06/gonna-start-working-soon.html' title='Gonna Start Working Soon!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6168303567058922437</id><published>2011-06-10T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:32:32.233+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>Appreciate.</title><content type='html'>I realize that I tend to take things for granted. Not because I didn't try to appreciate. I do. Everyday I make it a point to jot down about things I'm thankful about: a happy conversation with my sisters, cracking silly jokes with dad, for the meals that mum cooked, a phone call from my boyfriend, for being alive with two eyes two ears two legs two hands mouth and nose...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I do try to be thankful, but I realize I don't know how important they are to me until I lost them, even if it's just temporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Today my mum was sick, and I had to go out to buy newspaper and lunch for mum, myself and my sisters. I choose to walk - it's been a long time since I walked in the neighbourhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  As I walk I suddenly remember the acid splashing cases. What if they are here?! What if I'm splashed?! I don't think I'm emotionally strong enough to cope with it! How can I WALK during such dangerous times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I reached my destination safely, and I made it home safely too. What a relief. When I was younger I do not have to worry walking safely (I was probably too naive back then, never worrying about anything)... and now something as simple as walking makes me worry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I realize that "walking safely" is not something that I should take for granted. When I reached home, I stood in front of the altar, thanking God for the safe short trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I also realize I've been taking for granted, the newspaper on the table when I wake up, and the tapao-ed lunch. I sometimes even tell mum: "Ohh I've ate this so many times. Don't they have some different dishes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I was being so ungrateful! It's not easy to tapao economic mixed rice for four persons. I should have realized! There are dishes that some would not eat. The food that I tapao-ed, in the end my family members have to mix and match between different boxes because there are certain dishes they wouldn't eat. (note: it's not good to be picky about food! Everybody should be like me. I'm not picky xD )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  When my boyfriend went for a trip with his family for a few days, I realize I have been taking his "good morning" sms for granted. I feel weird when I wake up, switched on my phone, and there's no "good morning" sms. There's no "cak! good morning polar!" or "polalalala morning morning!" or "bear! zhao an!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I checked my phone's inbox a few times. Nothing. Absolutely nothing, except The Star News Alerts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  There's a strange emptiness in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  He had told me once or twice that he had always been the one wishing me good morning but I never took the initiative, but I never took him too seriously. It wasn't till he went for a trip that I realize how something as simple as a "good morning" sms can affect a person's mood.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  I'm glad, in the circumstances above, God had not made me learn to appreciate by taking away, permanently, what he gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Thank God they are just temporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6168303567058922437?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6168303567058922437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/06/appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6168303567058922437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6168303567058922437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/06/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1356885539460923631</id><published>2011-06-02T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:54:15.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Water Disruption</title><content type='html'>I was told that there will be water disruption from 1/6 - 2/6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I panicked immediately, over all kind of small issues that I would not even think about on normal days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Should I drink less water so I won't have to use the toilet so often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Should I only flush once after I use the toilet three times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Should I eat outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How am I supposed to wash dishes if I've decided to eat at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Should I take morning bath?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water is SO important. I remember some singers/actors, when asked during interviews: "What are the things you can't live without?" Some of them answered: "Iphone, Blackberry, Ipad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most importantly, WATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God the water disruption did not last long. Firstly, it doesn't feel long because on the day when I saw "from 1/6 till 2/6", it was already 1/6, but I mistaken it as 31/5. So when I realize it was actually 1/6, the duration of water disruption suddenly felt shorter than what it actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sounds complicated huh... it wasn't actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the water disruption on 2/6 only lasted for half a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've learned to wash dishes with less water today. Fill up two containers with clean water. Pour some flour into first container. Put the dishes in the first container, rub it with a piece of cloth. The flour is great at removing grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, put the same dish into second container and wash it with the clean water within. If the dishes are extremely dirty, you can fill up a third container with water and repeat step #2 in third container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-dah! The dishes are cleaned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe the magic? Try it out ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1356885539460923631?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1356885539460923631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-disruption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1356885539460923631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1356885539460923631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-disruption.html' title='Water Disruption'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6646566195943252142</id><published>2011-05-29T22:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T14:56:31.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Fitting Room Model</title><content type='html'>Hi people, I'm a model. My cameraman is me. The camera I use is my handphone. My photos are usually taken in fitting room. My clothes are sponsored by whichever store I feel like visiting and whichever clothes I feel like trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just love being a (in my own terms) "fitting room model" because 1) it satisfies my vanity 2) it's free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get cold stares from the promoters and it kind of make me feel guilty but err I'm quite forgetful so the guilt doesn't really last...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Leisure Mall with mum and tried on a bunch of clothes and snapped a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8IgDEX539M/TeJZbov6awI/AAAAAAAAA-8/b3I5xZsz0qM/s1600/29052011051.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8IgDEX539M/TeJZbov6awI/AAAAAAAAA-8/b3I5xZsz0qM/s400/29052011051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612146416986778370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy loves this, and I think I look nice in it too, but the price isn't nice at all: almost eighty bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have bought it if it's... thirty plus. Haha.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YB_AlwevQBw/TeJU3-nD2UI/AAAAAAAAA-U/UgwIldOqXmo/s1600/29052011049.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gT_BTG1L90g/TeJU3gbjGnI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2lLNMU-8qGg/s1600/29052011048.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gT_BTG1L90g/TeJU3gbjGnI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2lLNMU-8qGg/s400/29052011048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612141398232078962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried this for fun (not because I like it) cause I like to try things that I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mum saw me in this, she asked me: "This is pajamas is it? So little fabric, some more can see through."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... err... if she observe the crowd at Sungei Wang she probably would be wondering "how come so many people like to come out in pajamas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose fashion is a very subjective thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JMUYjkGeu3g/TeJU44Z-2-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/xUgMa4-PMDc/s1600/070420112094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dnUptZq_Bo/TeJUB1lPbeI/AAAAAAAAA98/YKJrLyX-EQI/s1600/29052011045.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4dnUptZq_Bo/TeJUB1lPbeI/AAAAAAAAA98/YKJrLyX-EQI/s400/29052011045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612140476196941282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm showing off my hot bod so whoever who's reading this will be jealous and breathing fire :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually I know my bod ain't hot at all - my sistas tell me all the time I look like I'm suffering from malnutrition! But regardless of what others think I still think I look reasonably okay haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way it's not my fault that I look like I suffer from malnutrition! I eat three meals a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always said: if you do what you are supposed to do (eat normally, exercise regularly), the result is up to God. As long as you do what are supposed to do, it doesn't really matter whether you are fat or thin because that's not for us to control :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0VahO_bkZU/TeJUBoBEP8I/AAAAAAAAA90/AElcMKjw0-8/s1600/29052011044.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i0VahO_bkZU/TeJUBoBEP8I/AAAAAAAAA90/AElcMKjw0-8/s400/29052011044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612140472555552706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this seriously. Out of all the clothes I've tried on this is absolutely my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2eP5700CdY/TeJUBGDpxQI/AAAAAAAAA9s/a0N3cIasmdM/s1600/29052011043.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcbewTLa7AI/TeJUAztbP5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/HROdlL9Jguk/s1600/29052011042.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wcbewTLa7AI/TeJUAztbP5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/HROdlL9Jguk/s400/29052011042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612140458514530194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LtdGuRhjyu8/TeJUCOI562I/AAAAAAAAA-E/zo8HUKJoV1Q/s1600/29052011047.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xcfv0feq-Go/TeJTMTd4_kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mcGyKL0pNKI/s1600/29052011041.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xcfv0feq-Go/TeJTMTd4_kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mcGyKL0pNKI/s400/29052011041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612139556506238530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this too. I think that extra fabric in front really helps cover the stomach bulge haha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-875S51ODaEY/TeJTLzkYFLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Auno6WFYVQ8/s1600/29052011040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-875S51ODaEY/TeJTLzkYFLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/Auno6WFYVQ8/s400/29052011040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612139547943507122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason I love this is because of the two side pockets! I love dresses with pockets. So convenient. I can put purse, sanitary pad, tissue, keys, handphone etc etc inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And end up with two huge bulges on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three pictures below were taken on a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9u5vDSpVU4/TeJTLkQ5gWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/e8anJYsLrXs/s1600/13052011015.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9u5vDSpVU4/TeJTLkQ5gWI/AAAAAAAAA9M/e8anJYsLrXs/s400/13052011015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612139543835279714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outfit of the day. Top was something I bought from my boyfriend's landlord (malu to reject so I have to buy something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress/skirt was a gift from my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cx8V8v4Nqx8/TeJTLnduXwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8CyfVJqXG7U/s1600/13052011010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cx8V8v4Nqx8/TeJTLnduXwI/AAAAAAAAA9E/8CyfVJqXG7U/s400/13052011010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612139544694382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this and I hate this. Love this because I think it looks gorgeous. Hate it because I have to suck in my stomach SO HARD in order to look less fat than usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably because of the extra sushi I ate for lunch... *finding excuse for the extra flab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBeQecPGhCs/TeJTLT_El4I/AAAAAAAAA88/OC9iKPdu9Wo/s1600/13052011008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBeQecPGhCs/TeJTLT_El4I/AAAAAAAAA88/OC9iKPdu9Wo/s400/13052011008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612139539465541506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*THE END*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6646566195943252142?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6646566195943252142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/05/fitting-room-models.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6646566195943252142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6646566195943252142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/05/fitting-room-models.html' title='Fitting Room Model'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8IgDEX539M/TeJZbov6awI/AAAAAAAAA-8/b3I5xZsz0qM/s72-c/29052011051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6857902330734976418</id><published>2011-05-20T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T10:00:01.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Eyeshadow</title><content type='html'>Ernie recently bought eye shadow from Daiso. It's a buy-everything-at-RM5-Korean-shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not a good place to get your cosmetics, so I looked at the first cosmetic she had purchased in her life, and looked at her questioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought of buying it so I can learn how to apply make up," she explained. "Since I don't know how to apply make up, there's no point in going for some good brands, right? I should just get something cheap to practise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an amateur at make up, but Ernie had no idea how to apply make up at all. So I decided to apply it onto one eye for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaFs6S_PfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NB9UOPtIP_s/s1600/151020101279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532256198880869874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaFs6S_PfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NB9UOPtIP_s/s400/151020101279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an amateur, I think I did quite a good job in blending and applying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ernie thought I made the whole process look really easy, so she decided to apply it to left eye herself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaFtAnJ7XI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MA3UFbbAiEI/s1600/151020101280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532256200576068978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaFtAnJ7XI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MA3UFbbAiEI/s400/151020101280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looks like she was punched in her eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either that, or she had not slept for few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6857902330734976418?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6857902330734976418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/eyeshadow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6857902330734976418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6857902330734976418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/eyeshadow.html' title='Eyeshadow'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaFs6S_PfI/AAAAAAAAAy0/NB9UOPtIP_s/s72-c/151020101279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-20021722995871223</id><published>2011-05-17T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:43:54.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to share'/><title type='text'>My New Mandarin Blog</title><content type='html'>Haha so I tangan gatal started a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that this blog, Rojak Memoirs, should remain as a blog where I have to blog in English, so my English won't fall to a stage where I go "you know ah, yesterday I eat that white colour thing, call what already ah? Oh ya ya, it's called RICE..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if I'm going to blog entirely in English that probably would mean I'm going to blog very infrequently, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I don't want my Mandarin to become too bad too (my sisters had been complaining that my Mandarin had become ridiculously bad recently) so I decided to have a new blog where I shall do my best to blog entirely in Mandarin, and here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://blog.sina.com.cn/mochidiary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I first registered here because I tangan gatal wanted to comment on something posted there... haha. Anyway here you go: my new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have to open another blog where I blog in Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-20021722995871223?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/20021722995871223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-new-mandarin-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/20021722995871223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/20021722995871223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-new-mandarin-blog.html' title='My New Mandarin Blog'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5628964057607831957</id><published>2011-05-15T14:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:54:20.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='心理测验'/><title type='text'>哈哈，我是米麻糬</title><content type='html'>那天在面子书上玩了一个很好玩的心理测验。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;觉得它好玩，因为答案全都跟吃的有关系...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.你是一個很堅持己見的人？a.是→ 2 b.不是→ 4&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.你看到行乞的路人會流下淚？a.是→ 3 b.不是→ 6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.你是一個注重物質生活的人？a.是→ 7 b.不是→ 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4.你希望另一半是一個樂觀開朗的？a.是→ 9 b.不是→ 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5.你喜歡明亮的顏色？a.是→ 13 b.不是→ 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.你是一個有責任感的人？a.是→ 15 b.不是→ 5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.即使面對陌生人也容易侃侃而談？a.是→ 12 b.不是→ 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.你覺得自己的個性比較怯懦？a.是→ 14 b.不是→ 19&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9.你喜歡熱鬧的氣氛嗎？a.是→ 7 b.不是→10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10.對於任何一件事，常能保持客觀立場？a.是→ 11 b.不是→12&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11.曾有人說過你的脾氣很差？a.是→ 【年糕】b.不是→20&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.你的脾氣還不錯？a.是→ 19b.不是→ 20&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13.你希望另一半是個心地善良的人嗎？a.是→ 14b.不是→ 17&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14.你是一個很有責任感的人？a.是→ 【海盜飯團】b.不是→18&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15.你討厭複雜難懂的事？a.是→ 13b.不是→ 【米麵包】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16.別人常說你缺乏毅力？a.是→ 【紅龜糕】b.不是→【壽司埢】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17.你是好惡分明的人？a.是→ 【粽子】b.不是→【蘿蔔糕】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18.你不輕易相信陌生人？a.是→ 17 b.不是→ 16&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19.你對自己喜愛的事會投很多心血？a.是→ 【三角飯團】b.不是→【米麻糬】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20.曾經有人對你說，你的生活太嚴謹？a.是→ 【海盜飯團】b.不是→【湯圓】&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;解析&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是米麵包】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：為人善良、思想單純、真誠不做作、善解人意便是你最大的優點喔！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：做事經常缺乏主見、而且又顯的不夠機靈，因此很容易被人利用。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：聰明、善良的人和你最速配！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：一直讓步並不能為你解決問題，適度的反撲，才能讓別人開始尊重 你。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是米麻糬】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：個性隨和，對外來的批評總聽聽就忘。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：過度樂天的個性很容易使你喪失辯別是與非的能力，而且變成散漫的人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：常將笑容掛在臉上的情人和你最契合。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：容易安於現狀的你，想要擁有美好人生的話，就該積極去開創與奮鬥。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是海盜飯團】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：認真、負責、而且認定目標就會很堅持，是你最大的優點。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：有著超高理想的你，喜歡將責任往身上攬，但不是每件事都能負荷的了。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：幽默、風趣的情人可以調合你嚴謹的個性。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：學會放鬆、信賴家人及伙伴，因為唯有團結的力量才能邁入成功。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是粽子】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：為人率直、滿腹學識、對自己有自信、有領導能力是你的優點。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：說話太過直接，常在無意間刺傷人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：脾氣好、欣賞你的人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：任何事都要成功，都必須配合天時、地利、人和，凡事不能太強求。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是紅龜糕】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：有創意、富群眾魅力、熱心助人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：做事只有三分熱度，常無法確立一個明確的未來。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：思慮周密、懂的照顧人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：要確實凝定明確的奮鬥目標，並妥善運用你的創意來實踐。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是湯圓】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：開朗、幽默、口才好、反應快，是你最大的優點，也是你廣受歡迎的主因。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：缺乏恆心、毅力，只喜歡周旋於新鮮有趣的新事物上。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：樂觀、開朗，可以和你一同遊戲人間的人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：有點小聰明是不夠的，如何讓自己成為有智慧的人，是你要學習的人 生課題。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; 【你是蘿蔔糕】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：聰明、學者力強，懂的如何發揮自我的潛能。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：心腸軟，經常在別人的游說下，放棄自己的堅持，而逢迎別人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：口才好、反應快、開朗。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：改變容易心軟的態度，並運用你的才智選擇益友。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是三角飯團】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：對自己的生活的堅持與品味，而對美感與藝術極有天份，這是你最大的優點。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：不擅表達內心情感，遇到困難容易亂方寸。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：外型和生活品味都能與你匹配的人，才是你最想要的情人類型。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：了解現實殘酷、醜陋是必要的，若與現實完全脫節，容易醉生夢死。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是年糕】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：內心善良、異性緣佳的你，懂的如果運用自己人脈達成願望。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：自視甚高的你，遇到不如意的事會大發雷霆，情緒管理欠佳，是你最大的缺 點。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：體貼、包容性強的情人。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：想要受到幸運之神的眷顧，就開始釋出善意的微笑，以及親切的態度吧。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;【你是壽司埢】&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;優點：包容力強、能屈能伸的人，再大的挑戰也難不倒你，韌性十足。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;缺點：容易吃虧上當。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;速配情人類型：伶俐、處世圓融的情人，才能幫你抵擋一些損友。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;如何活的精彩：很能吃苦耐勞的你，趁年輕時盡情發揮你的能力，老來才不會徒傷悲。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我是米麻糬~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;妈妈一直说，哇你的男朋友真的是你的速配啊。每天都笑嘻嘻的。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;嘻嘻，我就知道我的眼光好！*骄傲地摸摸鼻子*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我家有两个米面包：妈妈和大妹。玩了之后，他们一直觉得善良的她们一直被懒散的我利用...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;可能这是真的 =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;不过相信我，我绝对不是故意的！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;小妹是汤圆。&lt;/p&gt;她真的是一个口才很好的人！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;爸爸，一如往常，不肯玩心理测验。我们私下讨论后，一致认为他是三角饭团，呵呵。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;后来小妹成功强逼爸爸玩... 答案出炉了：爸爸竟然是米面包！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我们一致认为爸爸没有认真回答问题！经过十分详细的分析，我们认为爸爸比较像年糕，哈哈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;爸爸一直吵着说：你们两个不可以因为自己不甘心而乱乱帮我决定答案！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;对不起啦，你养我们大的，不可能会不知道我们的调皮性格吧？&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;忽然很想把我的部落格改名，改去“米麻糬的日记”， 哈哈。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;各位，你们又是什么呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5628964057607831957?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5628964057607831957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5034773966806067368</id><published>2011-05-05T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:37:28.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>和化妆品谈恋爱</title><content type='html'>曾经有一个前男友问我：“如果我变丑了，你介意吗？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说：“不。你不要变得太过不修边幅就好了。而且，我不需要你看起来太帅啊。这样我会很压力的，随时怕你被别的女孩抢掉。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他很不可思议地看着我：“你怎么会不介意？你怎么可以不介意？如果我很帅，可是又只对你忠心，你应该感到光荣，开心才是啊！你怎么会觉得压力呢？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来我们分手了，理由？他没有告诉我。不过我觉得，和以上的对话有一点关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是一个很随性的人。除非场合需要，不然我的打扮都是看心情的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想打扮的时候，即使只是出去吃午餐，我都会化妆，穿美美上街。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想打扮的时候，我会穿T-shirt，牛仔裤上街。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;压力的时候，我甚至会破坏市容，随便穿一件衣服，一条短裤就出门了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我和我的前男友交往的时候，还是一个不会打扮的人。我当时的衣柜里，只有T-shirt和牛仔裤。（现在多了两件衣服）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时我也不会化妆。我只会擦粉底和腮红。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时，我不会画眼线。 （现在会了一点点）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他，是一个很注重形象的人。和他拍拖的时候，他会刻意打扮，甚至会穿得很正式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想，我的“不刻意打扮”，对他来说，或许是一种耻辱吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我妈说，和他在一起，我不会幸福的。我会觉得很压力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他是一个很棒，很聪明的人，不过我赞成我妈说的话。我们太不一样了，在一起，双方都会很辛苦的。当年他提出分手的时候，我真的很难过，不过现在我觉得，他做了一个正确的决定。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;另外一个分手的理由是：我实在很笨，笨得很多普通常识我都没有... 不过，那不是我今天要说的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到主题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得，恋爱中的男女，不需要把外表看得太重吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实很多人，斜了妆，没有擦发蜡的时候，样子都是普普通通而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（当然也有很多天生丽质的人，不过我不是嘛。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我本身认为，化装，发型，应该只是一种社会礼仪吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如以前在各种展览会工作的时候，老板都会要求我们化妆，不要在顾客面前失仪态。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又比如参加正式场合的时候，我们需要悉心地化妆，打扮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，多少人会在家里化妆呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又有多少人会化妆睡觉呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大部份的人都不会吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在家里，每个人追求的，都是舒服的，不受约束的感觉吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得，恋爱也是一样啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想象一下：如果因为伴侣对外表的过分追求，而导致我在家里都要化妆，而且连睡觉的时候都不能卸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么，在最舒服的地方，都不会觉得舒服了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我个人觉得是一件很辛苦的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只要整齐，清洁，就可以了，不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;我们是要和人谈恋爱，不是和眼线，眼影，唇蜜，腮红，粉底，假睫毛，发蜡谈恋爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过分地要求伴侣打扮，就像二十四小时都穿着紧身胸衣一样：会有副作用的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我很幸运：我认识现任男友的时候，还不太会打扮。那时的睫毛膏，永远都粘在一起，十条睫毛粘在一起变一条。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以，他一直都觉得，我没化妆的时候，比化了妆更美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（这应该是耻辱吧，可是我还是觉得很欣慰。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;即使现在已经稍微比较会化妆了，他已经习惯了不会刻意注意我的打扮。偶尔听见身边的人说“哇，你今天的上衣好美啊”或是开玩笑地说“咦，你的美女女朋友今天去了哪里啊？”他才会跟屁虫似地说“你今天很美啊，要去哪里啊？”或是“哇，有人是美女噢！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在不然，就是约会的时候，他习惯性地一句“哇，今天的打扮好美啊！” （因为他知道，我一定会兴奋地打扮一番才会来赴约。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，总的来说，他不会刻意要求我打扮。他本身也不是一个刻意打扮的人。有时候，我穿得好漂亮好漂亮，而他，居然穿短裤和拖鞋。如果约会的时候，他穿牛仔裤和球鞋/包鞋，就算是很正式了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是一段让我觉得舒服的恋情，因为我知道，有一个人，不是因为外表而和我在一起。有一个人，和我在一起，因为喜欢和我讲话，喜欢和我玩，喜欢陪我运动，吃东西。得空没事做的时候和我吵架，然后大哭，然后冷战，然后和好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不说话的时候，不会觉得尴尬。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可以无聊地在等过马路的时候，对着巴士里的乘客挥手说再见，然后狂笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一种单纯到有点无聊的快乐。不会轰轰烈烈。感觉就像是小时侯经过内衣摊，会趁妈妈不注意的时候用手打内衣隆起的部分 - 那种傻乎乎的，莫名其妙，只有自己才能明白的快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要的不是只有看到我化了妆，穿了漂亮的裙子，才会觉得快乐的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时看到一些恋爱中的男女，对伴侣的外表不满意，一直要求别人改变，我会想：何苦呢？难道，你们，不觉得辛苦吗？你恋爱的对象，真的是你眼前的那个人吗？你对他，是真心的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们觉得呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5034773966806067368?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5034773966806067368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Palm's Cafe, Petaling Street</title><content type='html'>Not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a little too salty and too much seasoning; but then again, I don't really like salt and pepper and seasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm's Cafe aka Yao Zai Ba in Cantonese had been opened for quite some time now. I've always wanted to try it because after two years of eating overpriced nasi lemak for dinner, I'm really getting bored of the same routine. My complaints about it are getting more frequent and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought this newly opened cafe is a real life saviour! Except for one thing: it is air-conditioned. Students with limited budget tend to have this mentality that "any air-conditioned restaurant is most likely to be selling expensive food, and chances are, I can't afford to eat here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, even though it had been opened for quite a few months, I've not had the courage to give it a try, until one of my lecturers told me that this restaurant offers delivery (which is really convenient on days when we only have 15 minutes for dinner due to long classes) and some of the food there are actually quite reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDDa_Wz7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5VjTElc1gY0/s1600/261020101337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532253287079137202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDDa_Wz7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5VjTElc1gY0/s400/261020101337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is cheese baked pork rice that Naan Penyu ordered. It came with soup. Cost around 12 bucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naan Penyu said it was not as tasty as Kim Gary's, but I still think it smells and look quite nice. I suppose even if it is not as good as Kim Gary's, it won't taste bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDCdW4QVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9TcNeuQMri0/s1600/261020101332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532253270534799698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDCdW4QVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/9TcNeuQMri0/s400/261020101332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my butter sugar fish rice. The rice is a bit hard, and the fish fillet was slightly tasteless, but the fried butter sugar... oh my God, it's indescribable. It is difficult to not get addicted to it! Sweet and rich in taste, and slightly spicy, I just can't stop eating it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDDHQPhOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bL8KTT8lk2U/s1600/261020101336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532253281781253346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDDHQPhOI/AAAAAAAAAyE/bL8KTT8lk2U/s400/261020101336.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The painting on the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something else on the menu that I really want to try. It's called Cola Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how will it look and taste like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm's Cafe is located at 63, Jalan Petaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDC_CfapI/AAAAAAAAAx8/qLN7mDX0-XU/s1600/261020101334.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDCgfS_3I/AAAAAAAAAx0/LMD4U-GEs_s/s1600/261020101333.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1832888705454818295?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1832888705454818295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/palms-cafe-petaling-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1832888705454818295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1832888705454818295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/palms-cafe-petaling-street.html' title='Palm&apos;s Cafe, Petaling Street'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDDa_Wz7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/5VjTElc1gY0/s72-c/261020101337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6554356767912962018</id><published>2011-04-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:40:04.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Join the Great ChurpChurp Race</title><content type='html'>I'm sharing this on my blog for a very selfish reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an Ipad 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah to win an Ipad 2 I've got to get lots and lots of people to join ChurpChurp. 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type='html'>今天在她的部落格看到这段话：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;“显然的，我的父母是最高兴的那一个。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;大姐，是最不高兴的那一个。（她嫉妒我轻而易举就进到了精英学校。）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;二姐，是最欣慰的那一个。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我，是最伤心的那一个……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（取自http://yoongsweetlife.blogspot.com/）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我其实不记得有这件事&lt;br /&gt;因为我记得的事情是&lt;br /&gt;当时很多朋友告诉我  &lt;br /&gt;一定要让我的小妹转到我的学校来&lt;br /&gt;怕她在那间学校&lt;br /&gt;受到不良影响&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时一直听别人这么说&lt;br /&gt;我自己都怕了 （本来我不怕的）&lt;br /&gt;一直告诉妈妈    转校很重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来转到了！&lt;br /&gt;我告诉我的朋友&lt;br /&gt;她成功了！&lt;br /&gt;大家都说&lt;br /&gt;耶    可以放心了     不用怕她学坏了&lt;br /&gt;我也觉得&lt;br /&gt;可以松一口气了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不记得自己有为这件事嫉妒过啊？&lt;br /&gt;因为我不觉得自己念的学校很好咯&lt;br /&gt;念SRI BINTANG的朋友   的妈妈&lt;br /&gt;把我的学校称为gangster school&lt;br /&gt;我一直觉得   我的学校&lt;br /&gt;其实只是so-so而已&lt;br /&gt;只有初中一的时候才会觉得念这间学校很威水&lt;br /&gt;因为小学的时候被父母洗脑太多&lt;br /&gt;哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过记忆是会骗人的&lt;br /&gt;可能我老了   记错了吧&lt;br /&gt;把自己想象得太美好&lt;br /&gt;让记忆美化了我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想&lt;br /&gt;很多时候&lt;br /&gt;伤害别人的人       都不会记得自己曾经伤害别人&lt;br /&gt;被伤害的人       却难以忘记&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;原来以前我是这么小器的&lt;br /&gt;看了段话     我明白了       自己是多么地惹人讨厌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过我还是很高兴          过了十八岁之后   我一直努力在改变自己&lt;br /&gt;虽然进度很慢     不过不要紧    有心不怕迟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道今天的我&lt;br /&gt;没有那么小器了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得      念小学的时候&lt;br /&gt;我因为二妹会吃咖喱而被长辈称赞    耿耿于怀&lt;br /&gt;因为我不敢吃咖喱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（做莫以前的我酱无聊的...）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来妈妈告诉我&lt;br /&gt;因为二妹怕我不高兴&lt;br /&gt;每次她有什么成就&lt;br /&gt;都不敢表现得太开心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈妈说的时候&lt;br /&gt;我还觉得二妹活该&lt;br /&gt;鬼叫她酱从聪明    酱惹人喜欢！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实那个时候   静思语都有学过&lt;br /&gt;“看人不顺眼   就要检讨自己”&lt;br /&gt;只是我领悟不到罢了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来   过了很久&lt;br /&gt;我才发现自己错了&lt;br /&gt;二妹总是在关心着身边的人&lt;br /&gt;我却无视于她为我的付出&lt;br /&gt;我的小器&lt;br /&gt;害到二妹一直在压抑着自己的情绪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中三开始&lt;br /&gt;我慢慢地   慢慢地    学会了为二妹的成就    感到快乐&lt;br /&gt;慢慢地懂得    怎样分享她的快乐&lt;br /&gt;学习陪她去领奖&lt;br /&gt;（自己也有得吃免费自由餐   爽到~~~~）&lt;br /&gt;到后来她问我&lt;br /&gt;“做莫我拿奖   你好像还开心过我？”&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道&lt;br /&gt;我只是看到她这么厉害    自己就觉得很开心&lt;br /&gt;觉得我终于&lt;br /&gt;没有阻碍她的发展&lt;br /&gt;我很开心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二妹现在很棒&lt;br /&gt;她在念很棒的科系   &lt;br /&gt;如果她想要的话&lt;br /&gt;以后会在很棒的公司     有很棒的工作&lt;br /&gt;她也在学打扮化妆    以后一定会变成大美女  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望小妹以后    和二妹一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一定要努力&lt;br /&gt;不要有意或无心   阻碍到小妹的发展&lt;br /&gt;最重要的是    不要像过去那样&lt;br /&gt;伤害到她都没发觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6794443748958887165?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6794443748958887165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6794443748958887165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6794443748958887165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_18.html' title='新目标： 不要伤害她'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8545743056950551072</id><published>2011-04-16T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:22:43.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>生日没有生日歌</title><content type='html'>由于婆婆刚过世未满一百天&lt;br /&gt;所以今天低调帮爸爸预祝生日&lt;br /&gt;没有唱生日歌&lt;br /&gt;没有吹蜡烛&lt;br /&gt;没有祝爸爸生日快乐&lt;br /&gt;只是买了一个Tiramisu蛋糕&lt;br /&gt;在New Curry吃了一餐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实最过分的是&lt;br /&gt;最后还是爸爸自己付账...&lt;br /&gt;等出来做工之后&lt;br /&gt;一定要用自己的钱&lt;br /&gt;帮爸爸妈妈庆祝生日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很快乐的一天&lt;br /&gt;由于学院时间表非常奇怪&lt;br /&gt;常常晚上和周末都有课&lt;br /&gt;所以已经好久没和家人用餐了&lt;br /&gt;今天和整家人一起吃东西&lt;br /&gt;感觉很温馨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她有和我讲话哦&lt;br /&gt;还帮我拍了一张照片&lt;br /&gt;还很贴心地选了洁面用的超纤维毛巾给我和二妹&lt;br /&gt;我真的觉得很感动...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仔细地想&lt;br /&gt;我真的是一个很lousy的姐姐&lt;br /&gt;很多事情都没能处理好&lt;br /&gt;脾气也挺坏&lt;br /&gt;又没有耐心&lt;br /&gt;站在她的立场&lt;br /&gt;如果我是她&lt;br /&gt;我也不会想对我好吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是她真的可以对我好&lt;br /&gt;我不知道该说什么&lt;br /&gt;不知道该怎么去感谢她&lt;br /&gt;只能说&lt;br /&gt;她真的是一个很宽容大量的人&lt;br /&gt;我很庆幸&lt;br /&gt;我不是一个很棒的人&lt;br /&gt;可是&lt;br /&gt;我有很棒的妹妹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上帝真的很疼我。&lt;br /&gt;我肚子饿的时候，总会有东西吃。&lt;br /&gt;人有三急的时候，通常都会找到厕所。&lt;br /&gt;冷的时候，通常身边都有冷衣。&lt;br /&gt;累了，有家可以回。&lt;br /&gt;还有很棒的家人...&lt;br /&gt;What more can I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在要时时刻刻提醒自己&lt;br /&gt;不要忘我地跟两个妹妹哈拉不停&lt;br /&gt;她们要考试了&lt;br /&gt;我不能打扰她&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我自己还有两个礼拜多就要考试了&lt;br /&gt;我也要加油！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8545743056950551072?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8545743056950551072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8545743056950551072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8545743056950551072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_16.html' title='生日没有生日歌'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-3800393191378410680</id><published>2011-04-13T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:35:42.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>Would You Want to Live Forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="actorName actorDescription"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let me share with you: my coursemate's Facebook status and our responses to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=606613142"&gt;Daniel Bong &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if  you have a choice, would you like to live forever? I mean on earth.  Futurists predict that in a few decades humans may be able to transfer  consciousness into artificial form, the so-called moment of Singularity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComments uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder"&gt;&lt;ul class="commentList"&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16562648 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707445620" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/195683_707445620_4579967_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707445620" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=707445620"&gt;Stephanie Ling&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oooo....very cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 9:34pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 06:34:02 -0700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16563449 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/shinnie.lee.ys" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211444_1381682075_7410842_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/shinnie.lee.ys" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1381682075"&gt;Shinnie Lee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no i won't want to live forever. that's just not the way i picture my life to be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 10:24pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 07:24:18 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16563939 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/203409_606613142_7740620_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=606613142"&gt;Daniel Bong&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;why  not? wouldn't you be able to appreciate more of life by living longer  and knowing more? imagine the wisdom that you can accumulate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 10:56pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 07:56:08 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16564010 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/shinnie.lee.ys" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211444_1381682075_7410842_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/shinnie.lee.ys" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1381682075"&gt;Shinnie Lee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmm...  not interested, sorry. here is a person who define success as having  food to eat when she's hungry, clothes to wear when she's cold, and a  roof over her head. I'm hoping for a life described by Weber "Abraham,  or some peasant of the past, died old and satiated with life... because  his life... had given to him what life had to offer." When the time  comes I'll be happy to go :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 11:00pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 08:00:03 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16564236 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/203409_606613142_7740620_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=606613142"&gt;Daniel Bong&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You  have a minimalist attitude to life. Weber had a very dark about human  fate, that humans far from being turned into a fully empowered  individuals by the project of modernity will be inevitably reduced to a  mere cog of a formally rationalised world machine/order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 11:12pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 08:12:00 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16564370 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001160566512" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50105_100001160566512_7807528_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001160566512" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100001160566512"&gt;Kj Chee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What  is forever? How long is forever? Forever is a concept of time made by  humans because of the lack of scale of knowledge on our part. One lives  according to his lifestyle and minimalist living may not be bad  considering how bad humans are thrashing the world we inhabit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 11:19pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 08:19:02 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16565984 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/203409_606613142_7740620_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/danielbong" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=606613142"&gt;Daniel Bong&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I  think forever like infinity is time or dimension of the universe  unintelligible to human beings. But the question here is if given a  choice, would you like to live forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 12:49am" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 09:49:44 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16577459 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707550545" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186570_707550545_7088900_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=707550545" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=707550545"&gt;Wong Yiing Siing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i don't think i want to live forever on this earth.. hehe.. i wanna go to heaven... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 12:11pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 21:11:43 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16577716 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/marlee.matleen" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/186592_1425428179_7694638_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/marlee.matleen" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1425428179"&gt;Marly M Agoh&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna live forever, somewhere else but the earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 12:27pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 21:27:03 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16578610 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1804925087" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/y9/r/IB7NOFmPw2a.gif" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1804925087" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1804925087"&gt;Lai Yin Yin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i  disagree bong, you wont appreciate your life when you have forever, you  have nothing to loose, death is only scary because u are venturing into  the unknown, i don't see death as an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 1:34pm" date="Tue, 12 Apr 2011 22:34:47 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16582443 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001160566512" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/50105_100001160566512_7807528_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001160566512" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100001160566512"&gt;Kj Chee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daniel,  here is my answer: No, I do not want to live forever. There is only so  much one can enjoy in life and so long we can live. Once we live  forever, we cease to enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;abbr title="Wednesday, April 13, 2011 at 7:40pm" date="Wed, 13 Apr 2011 04:40:10 -0700" class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiUfiComment comment_16584011 ufiItem ufiItem"&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix uiUfiActorBlock"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorPic UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/shinnie.lee.ys" tabindex="-1"&gt;&lt;img class="uiProfilePhoto uiProfilePhotoMedium img" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/211444_1381682075_7410842_q.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="commentContent UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/shinnie.lee.ys" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1381682075"&gt;Shinnie Lee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i cannot and do not need to turn into a "fully empowered individual" :) i agree totally with KJ and yin yin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span jsid="text"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;********************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/h6&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" name="post_form_id" value="2291552a9cc1e8c99a02007fcfb8aa92" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input name="fb_dtsg" value="53jm6" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input autocomplete="off" name="feedback_params" value="{&amp;quot;actor&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;606613142&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_fbid&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;10150158734193143&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;target_profile_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;606613142&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;type_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;22&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;2&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;assoc_obj_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;source_app_id&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;0&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;extra_story_params&amp;quot;:[],&amp;quot;content_timestamp&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;1302610609&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;check_hash&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;4747e3561bfc080e&amp;quot;}" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Would you want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't. I come into existence and at some point of life I must cease to exist. I just I have the chance to complete the full cycle of life before I die. I want to get a job, settle down, buy a house, get married, have kids (adopted or my own, doesn't matter) before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is always good, most people will probably say yes, I want to live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suppose you have to live in poverty? Illness? Abused throughout your life? Do you still want to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you want to live forever, if you can have a good life forever at the expense of a majority of the population living in poverty, living in a terrible condition? Can you stand the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can live a good life forever, how sure are you that you will not get used to the feeling of a "good life", and start finding it boring, meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, "good" only feels good when there is comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know the weather is pleasant if you've not sweat like a cow under hot sun before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know how beautiful love can be if you've never quarreled with your lover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a philosopher. Stated above are merely my opinions. They are not statements of fact. Feel free to disagree with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-3800393191378410680?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3800393191378410680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/would-you-want-to-live-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3800393191378410680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3800393191378410680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/would-you-want-to-live-forever.html' title='Would You Want to Live Forever?'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2418935142459344792</id><published>2011-04-08T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:49:29.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MNG Style Up Yourself'/><title type='text'>MANGO Style Up Yourself - An Opportunity to Satisfy Vanity!</title><content type='html'>MNG had a photoshoot contest, Style Up Yourself. Basically you just have to pick whatever you like from participating MNG, change into it, and pose for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is, it's free. No minimum purchase. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It satisfies a cheapskate lady's vanity a.k.a. yours truly so much! I mean, come on, which girl does not like to look pretty, wear pretty clothes, and take pretty pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious from the moment I entered Pavilion's MNG. First of all, most of my clothes are bought from pasar malam/pasar pagi/unknnown small shops at Times Square, or they are "donated" by my cousins or aunties, so I never bought a MNG, or Zara, or Forever 21, or anything that is actually branded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uniqlo being an exception, because I had RM20 voucher x 5 back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I entered the outlet, and I wanted to chicken out, because I don't know my size, I don't know how to mix and match and I don't know how to pose for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I wanted to join, because I am vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was self-conflicting in the outlet, and I think the staff probably think I am some weirdo from planet Mars. Anyway she kindly asked me if I would like to join the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. Caught. No quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I don't know my size. She said never mind, our outlet is quite empty now, so take your time to try until you've found your size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't know how to mix and match. She gave me a look book for inspiration. My mind was still quite blank after that... Dearie suggested that I just copy the mannequin's look. I would have done that, but I was so blur I don't even know where to find the items that the mannequin was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should make effort to window shop more &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;  Anyway I end up choosing dresses so I don't have to make a fool out of myself by attempting to mix and match :x  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFjK3fbOkLk/TZ8N3gWSEyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6xftHdqHlO0/s1600/mango%2Bshoot%2Bsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFjK3fbOkLk/TZ8N3gWSEyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6xftHdqHlO0/s400/mango%2Bshoot%2Bsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593204509444805410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My suit look. I think I'll look better in black heels but I was too lazy to look for different heels and change into it. The heels were high for me and I couldn't stable myself in them. Walked like a duck &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I think my legs were shaking when I took this picture. I've gained new respect for runway models, seriously! Girls who want to be model for the sake of glamour please think twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ejma2KRPvU/TZ8N3tye-mI/AAAAAAAAA8U/R3tCW-HUKTo/s1600/mango%2Bshoot%2Bcasual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8ejma2KRPvU/TZ8N3tye-mI/AAAAAAAAA8U/R3tCW-HUKTo/s400/mango%2Bshoot%2Bcasual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593204513052752482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My casual look. Dearie picked the dress. I think my hair look weird, I didn't back-comb it properly; my face looks shiny and oily and I have uneven skin tone; my lips look dull; I look like a giraffe with my long neck; I pose awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vain girl here is kind of unhappy upon seeing this picture :( but oh well, things don't always turn out as perfect as we thought they'll be! Sooner or later, the mental perfectionist has to face reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZtmtL_kGIE/TZ8N3XmJa7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/L5bnLq3EEnc/s1600/080420112115-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wZtmtL_kGIE/TZ8N3XmJa7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/L5bnLq3EEnc/s400/080420112115-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593204507095428018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dearie took this picture of me (It's unclear because I snapped a picture of his picture in his phone because Iphone does not have bluetooth function, sheesh) and I actually prefer it over the actual photoshoot :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like the way I look in it, is it because his phone is not so clear so it covers my "defects"? Coincidence? Power of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whichever it is, the final conclusion is, it satisfied my vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2418935142459344792?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2418935142459344792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/mango-style-up-yourself-opportunity-to.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2418935142459344792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2418935142459344792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/mango-style-up-yourself-opportunity-to.html' title='MANGO Style Up Yourself - An Opportunity to Satisfy Vanity!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DFjK3fbOkLk/TZ8N3gWSEyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6xftHdqHlO0/s72-c/mango%2Bshoot%2Bsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8696374844179793207</id><published>2011-04-07T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:19:33.298+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese food'/><title type='text'>Jogoya</title><content type='html'>Dearie and I went to Jogoya today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to try it out three years ago but we never have the money. This month however, he introduced a friend to enroll in our college's law degree and he got a commission of RM100 for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And luckily, Jogoya is having a promotion of lunch buffet for two persons for one person's price (RM78). After adding service tax for two persons (10% x 2) and government tax (6%) it totals up to RM98.28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is something we can finally afford to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked him not to simply waste money like this but he insisted on trying out Jogoya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, being a glutton, I don't think I've tried very hard to persuade him not to waste money on food anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2jRaEEE8yM/TZ29RLxRAyI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xWJ_s_aKTRM/s1600/070420112089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2jRaEEE8yM/TZ29RLxRAyI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xWJ_s_aKTRM/s400/070420112089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592834415178875682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---ftCKLop0k/TZ29QguEV5I/AAAAAAAAA78/a3N_8C68Te8/s1600/070420112112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/---ftCKLop0k/TZ29QguEV5I/AAAAAAAAA78/a3N_8C68Te8/s400/070420112112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592834403622737810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We only saw this when we were leaving &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; we've breached almost all the suggestions. I have occassional allergy to seafood and doctor advised me not to eat seafood with shells such as crab, prawn and oyster. I swore I tried to follow. It's just that I failed. Miserably. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eOHtRG5d9aY/TZ29QZ9M_WI/AAAAAAAAA70/V6qVRIetHq4/s1600/070420112110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eOHtRG5d9aY/TZ29QZ9M_WI/AAAAAAAAA70/V6qVRIetHq4/s400/070420112110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592834401807170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We both agreed that it is fun to stuff ourselves crazy with buffet, say, once in a year, but if we do this too often, it ceases to be enjoyable. We both think that economic mixed rice is a much better option as everyday food. Pauper's mentality? Haha, I don't know. I'll leave that for you guys to decide. Anyway, I prefer things like coleslaw, salad, salad popiah, yogurt, fruits; Dearie prefers char kuey teow and curry mee. We are truly hot and cold! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw9RdajLJfQ/TZ28uE-Sr0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/nVWc9hhPN40/s1600/070420112108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw9RdajLJfQ/TZ28uE-Sr0I/AAAAAAAAA7k/nVWc9hhPN40/s400/070420112108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833812059041602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shark fin soup that doesn't taste like shark fin soup. Kind of salty. We tried the seafood chowder soup too, and I find it too salty, too peppery, too much Ajinomoto/Oregano/whatever stuff people put excessively in their food to give the food an additional taste which I don't usually like. They have dimsum and spaghetti too. Didn't try the spaghetti. Tried the dimsum and I think it tastes okay. Wish I've tried Buddha Jump Over the Wall too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G50cHLzUw7U/TZ28t9mgq3I/AAAAAAAAA7c/mIDOyILUoM8/s1600/070420112106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G50cHLzUw7U/TZ28t9mgq3I/AAAAAAAAA7c/mIDOyILUoM8/s400/070420112106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833810080246642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I failed to get the flesh out of one of the escargot &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; like the cheese and seafood in half tomato! I've always wanted to cook something like this but I don't have the recipe. But I'll substitute the seafood with things like brocolli and chicken though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okiqvHCSh4Q/TZ28tuBItFI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vCIZP8sxCcI/s1600/070420112105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okiqvHCSh4Q/TZ28tuBItFI/AAAAAAAAA7U/vCIZP8sxCcI/s400/070420112105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833805896954962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This plate is full of sea cucumber of various taste and ways of cooking. Something which I've never tried before! I just thought sea cucumber sounds expensive so I took it :p kinda like the taste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ll_3_SOfZ3Y/TZ28tWhMn4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/i18tZkc-Nos/s1600/070420112104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ll_3_SOfZ3Y/TZ28tWhMn4I/AAAAAAAAA7M/i18tZkc-Nos/s400/070420112104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833799588978562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dearie said the fish was very salty. I thought it might be because he felt too full when he ate this. When we eat this plate, I think we must have went through like, seven plus plates already. At the initial stage he found everything to be heavenly tasty, but when he was very full and sort of "I want to keep eating because this is buffet and I want to eat what I paid", he started to complain that some are too salty etc. I didn't try the fish he considered salty though, because he poured it into a bowl of soup which he swore not to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjEIoFjhp5A/TZ28HjSsP1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/GqdGYO3i4kQ/s1600/070420112103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjEIoFjhp5A/TZ28HjSsP1I/AAAAAAAAA7E/GqdGYO3i4kQ/s400/070420112103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833150182768466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried brinjal and fried oyster. We regretted for taking too many fried stuff because the flour fill us up very fast. However, I do think we ate a lot. We must have tried 70% of their food and there's only two of us! Which goes to show that size does not determine appetite! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrYsS4Jd8BA/TZ28HNflXYI/AAAAAAAAA68/fJCrUntyRKA/s1600/070420112102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrYsS4Jd8BA/TZ28HNflXYI/AAAAAAAAA68/fJCrUntyRKA/s400/070420112102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833144331263362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haagen Daaz ice cream. I remember I was happily telling dearie that on average each of us must eat RM49.14 worth of food, and that can be achieved by eating 7 scoops of Haagen Daaz. LOL. I prefer the white one over the red. Didn't know their flavours though... I tried all the flavours of New Zealand Natural ice cream and I prefer NZ over Haagen Daaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxgTLDlcJLk/TZ28G_BBfHI/AAAAAAAAA60/zFvlT_ZXg1Q/s1600/070420112101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxgTLDlcJLk/TZ28G_BBfHI/AAAAAAAAA60/zFvlT_ZXg1Q/s400/070420112101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833140444986482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our first plate, so naturally, everything taste nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EO9jyP8jI2I/TZ28GqcqPjI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cophC1Gbzqw/s1600/070420112100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EO9jyP8jI2I/TZ28GqcqPjI/AAAAAAAAA6s/cophC1Gbzqw/s400/070420112100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833134923759154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Herbal jelly, coconut milk pudding and honeydew pudding. Coconut milk pudding is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1m79Miqijs/TZ28GQdyMzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XqqQExWhssk/s1600/070420112099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1m79Miqijs/TZ28GQdyMzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XqqQExWhssk/s400/070420112099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833127949153074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of cakes. I like mango flavour best. They also have marshmallows which you dip into chocolate fountain. Being a person with a sweet tooth, I have absolutely no reasons to not like it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AKegQ1Rjfs/TZ28uZcJO3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/RHc4OhDHw6w/s1600/070420112109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2AKegQ1Rjfs/TZ28uZcJO3I/AAAAAAAAA7s/RHc4OhDHw6w/s400/070420112109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592833817552960370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, ladies and gentleman, is dearie's disgusting creation. It comprises of seafood chowder soup, a fruit beverage, and some fried stuff and other food he considered to be too salty. He doesn't want the food to stay on the plates because it will look like we had wasted food, so he poured inside the soup bowl instead, (what's the difference right? Still, food were being wasted) so it doesn't "look so obvious that we are wasting food" =____________= I can't help but to tell him he'll go to hell for wasting food but at the same time, what he did was funny that I can't help laughing. I guess in a way of speaking I am a joint offender too &amp;gt;__&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think the food is quite nice. There are more to try; I just wish that I am a cow so I have six stomachs to fill all the food that are served!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8696374844179793207?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8696374844179793207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/jogoya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8696374844179793207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8696374844179793207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/jogoya.html' title='Jogoya'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2jRaEEE8yM/TZ29RLxRAyI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xWJ_s_aKTRM/s72-c/070420112089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4592972671608169197</id><published>2011-04-03T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:06:02.387+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>你说奇怪不奇怪？</title><content type='html'>明天婆婆就要上神台了&lt;br /&gt;我觉得     我无法适应       在神台            拜婆婆的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这四十九天       为婆婆吃素的同时       &lt;br /&gt;我每晚      对着我的枕头        三跪九叩&lt;br /&gt;你一定觉得奇怪：为什么要对着枕头？&lt;br /&gt;因为我在枕头下面放了一封红包&lt;br /&gt;是出殡时                          每个人都会收到的&lt;br /&gt;里面有                    两块钱&lt;br /&gt;我把它                放在枕头下&lt;br /&gt;当作是                “神台”               来拜&lt;br /&gt;日子久了         居然             习惯了&lt;br /&gt;不但习惯了        而且         还到了             三跪九叩之后        整个人         会有一种           &lt;br /&gt;很舒服         的              感觉&lt;br /&gt;好像把          烦恼         都             放到一边&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得我                   好像不是                     在拜婆婆               这么简单&lt;br /&gt;我觉得            每晚三跪九叩    对我而言      已变得有点     therapeutic&lt;br /&gt;好像可以释放      心理压力        委屈      难过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么会这样？&lt;br /&gt;我不懂&lt;br /&gt;真的不懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然想到那首童谣       三轮车          其中一句歌词是&lt;br /&gt;“你说奇怪不奇怪？”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4592972671608169197?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4592972671608169197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4592972671608169197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4592972671608169197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='你说奇怪不奇怪？'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5469148450147238086</id><published>2011-03-26T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T10:00:02.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Tips'/><title type='text'>Let's Walk!</title><content type='html'>My mum bought this recently and asked Ernie and I to try it out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMbA44p5CQI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JmrRuWqDGKg/s1600/261020101339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532321275784530178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMbA44p5CQI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JmrRuWqDGKg/s400/261020101339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks soooooooooooo boring to me. I mean, come on. It's just walking. Why do I need to watch a video to walk? You think I don't know how to walk? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could have just turned out the radio and walk as I listen to it. Simple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The video makes you walk in all kind of way, and you get to do some kickings and stuff too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The speed of walking keep increasing, so it is actually not as boring as it seems.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(but the fact that the only have four or five moves repeated again and again throughout the entire 30 minute video does bore me a little.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's one good thing about this video - all the moves all super duper easy easy to follow (it's just variations of walking, how difficult can it get?). You won't get the same frustration that you might get when you follow some other dance or aerobic videos, where you feel "aaargh I don't know how to move like that!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The downside is, all the walkers in the video are aunties. If you are a young girl, you might feel slightly demoralised following a bunch of aunties walking... But then again, these aunties are very energetic, and Leslie Sansone, being the leader of the aunties, look almost as pretty and as fit as us young ladies, so you won't feel THAT demoralised after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMbA4SglkBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jii0YsOmtls/s1600/261020101342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532321265544957970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMbA4SglkBI/AAAAAAAAAzE/jii0YsOmtls/s400/261020101342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you are really bored of walking! You can challenge yourself to the third video, Walk Strong, where you need to use dumbbells or wrist weights as you walk and perform a series of moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want some real challenge, try using 5 pound dumbbells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was only using two 500ml water bottles. Such a weakling huh? Heh, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5469148450147238086?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5469148450147238086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5469148450147238086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5469148450147238086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-walk.html' title='Let&apos;s Walk!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMbA44p5CQI/AAAAAAAAAzM/JmrRuWqDGKg/s72-c/261020101339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1301023687753186161</id><published>2011-03-17T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:14:15.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>只付出而不求回报， 原来不简单</title><content type='html'>努力地学习       怎样去       只付出          而不求回报&lt;br /&gt;坦白说         我情绪化       又小心眼&lt;br /&gt;所以         对我而言         这真的不简单&lt;br /&gt;没关系      乌龟慢慢爬         还是可以爬到终点的&lt;br /&gt;乌龟加油！别放弃！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实       我已经猜到了她的反应&lt;br /&gt;她说了嘛         要“保持沉默”&lt;br /&gt;因为“年龄相差太大”       和我说话“会产生冲突”&lt;br /&gt;怎么可能会忽然对我打招呼            微笑呢&lt;br /&gt;别傻了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;记住！不求回报！&lt;br /&gt;记住！帮别人开门    是担心她的安危&lt;br /&gt;不要因为少了一句“谢谢”    一个微笑           而耿耿于怀            这是很幼稚的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过      还是有点失落&lt;br /&gt;其实      我想对她笑&lt;br /&gt;不过       真的很怕        热脸贴上冷屁股&lt;br /&gt;哎呀！自尊又不能当饭吃！我干嘛那么死要脸？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她说         要“保持沉默”&lt;br /&gt;因为“年龄相差太大”       和我说话“会产生冲突”&lt;br /&gt;我仔细检讨         我认为&lt;br /&gt;A mere age gap of six years         应该不算“年龄相差太大” &lt;br /&gt;我认为          真正的理由         可能是&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1。我不是一个好了聆听者。别人说话时，我常常打岔。这是一个很大的缺点，很惹人讨厌的毛病，我要尽力改过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2。我没有天天看报纸，有点与社会脱节。时下少年最流行的服装，手提电话等等，我不是很懂。和我说话，简直就是对牛弹琴。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3。我很喜欢说教，可是自己又不是最好的那个。她可能会觉得“你算哪根葱啊，成绩又不是很好，人又不是很美，又没什么成就，又什么都不懂，还想教我做人的道理？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应该就是这三个理由吧           暂时想不到别的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实数年前         我也叛逆过&lt;br /&gt;我伤了父母的心         现在        风水轮流转           我的心          被别人伤了&lt;br /&gt;比失恋还难过     真的&lt;br /&gt;所以说           报应是真的       &lt;br /&gt;在读这篇文章的朋友们        注意了       别犯我犯下的错&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Treat others the way you want them to treat you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1301023687753186161?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1301023687753186161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1301023687753186161'/><link rel='self' 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about Japan earthquake until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me: "What am I supposed to do if earthquake hits Malaysia? Stay in the house, right? That's the safest, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied: "No, you should leave the house immediately. You don't want to be hit by the ceilings and stuff. You may want to cover your head with pots. If you can't run outside, hide under the table."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy replied: "Oh my God I have no idea. I'll be the first to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she asked me:" Do you think I should take all the money out of the bank? Cover them with foil paper and hide them inside milo tin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound ridiculous, and I almost laughed too, but I realized her eyes were red and there were tears swimming in her eyes. I asked why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she's worried that everyone will die in 2012. She said she had not traveled to many places, she had not ate many nice things, wear many nice clothes. She had worked hard and she thought she can enjoy life after we graduate, but instead of imagining happy life as an old woman, she now has to worry about dying upon our graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if she doesn't die, she'll feel like she want to die, because all her money will be gone, she had to start all over again, and she doesn't think she has the energy. She's worried that she'll be the only family member left alone, with no one with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is paranoid, but it hurts me to see her so worried. I'm so happy when she play pranks on me, joking with me, chat with me, but that's not what she is doing. She is worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to make her not to worry about me. I know I've done many wrong things in the past: quarrel with her, cold war... everything that a rebellious teen does. But I realize my mistake and I tried to remedy it. Now my biggest ambition is to work and save enough money to travel with my mum. Maybe I won't be able to bring her to Europe, but at least I want to bring her to Kota Kinabalu, where my grandpa was from; to Thailand, where she wants to shop like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling her: take good care of your health, eat less junk food, we'll be doing lots of walking when we travel, and I want you to take photos of me eating fried sago worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She often goes "ewww disgusting!" but nod happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be happy. To stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying my best to convince her that 2012 is not the end of the world but I'm not entirely convinced myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-435771173553373556?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/435771173553373556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/435771173553373556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/435771173553373556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-mummy.html' title='Oh, Mummy!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2086476029815159771</id><published>2011-03-16T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T08:11:00.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>淹死跟减肥，有什么关系啊！</title><content type='html'>我擅长胡思乱想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知怎么地，我忽然幻想到这样一个画面：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;海啸来了。大家都很着急。转眼间，整家人都被水淹。大家都挣扎着要浮出水面，爬向高处。很幸运地，我爬到了比较高的地面。我正庆幸着呢！这时候，我看见我的家人还在水里挣扎。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我重新跳进水里，帮忙最靠近我的爸爸爬到高处，接着我又帮我的二妹，还有小妹。我又重新跳进水里，要帮忙被冲到最远的妈妈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;浪很大。妈妈的意识有点迷糊。我拉着她，拼命地游，大声地叫她“妈你振作点！我还没带你去沙劳越旅行，你不能走！” 她点点头，辛苦地动动手，动动脚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于，我们接近了高处。爸爸和妹妹们把妈妈接上去。这是，已全身无力的我，“扑通”一声地掉进水里...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在我快要失去意识之际，我听见妈妈哭喊着“要是我早早听你的话，多运动，少吃零食，减去几公斤，今天你就不会死了...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=____________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前半段好像很感动，不知道为什么到了最后我会想到这么搞笑的东西...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是一派胡言啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还有，其实我不会游泳。有两次差点在水上乐园溺水。海啸来了，第一个慌张到晕倒，需要人来救的，应该是我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说真的，现在这么多天灾，真该学学，天灾来的时候该怎么做。也该学学怎么救人 （喂喂，先学怎么救自己吧）。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2086476029815159771?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2086476029815159771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2086476029815159771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2086476029815159771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_16.html' title='淹死跟减肥，有什么关系啊！'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-39354899513781291</id><published>2011-03-15T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:31:28.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Conversation between "Pig" and "Fish"</title><content type='html'>I realize conversations between my boyfriend and I can get quite slapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             *&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Woah dear radiation level has increased in Japan, it doesn't look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are we all gonna die T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: No we won't :) but they say moon is getting closer to earth this friday, tanda malapetaka (translation: sign of the end of the world)? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Maybe easier to migrate to moon gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: LOL, so pandai ah dear :) then we can have marxism communist state there woohooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: We'll all evolve into cockroach so we won't be afraid of radiation but we will live in communist state like ant... I hereby name us as cockrant (sounds like my old school Cochrane) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: LOL, I want to become horse, cuz DD (ie penis) big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: =.= you should become fish. No DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: LOL, always also want me to become fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mana ada selalu? (translation: where got always?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Ada! Fish no DD so cham (translation: pitiful) you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Very good la no DD. Less social problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Yalor haha, summore everyone can eat me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You'll become a source of protein. Charitable in nature cuz beneficial to mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Haha, can make sushi too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then I want to be pig, can be charsiew pau and siew yuk, and pig waste can be used to generate power! I'm gonna be so useful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Haha then you will become my favourite food, I like siew yuk so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-39354899513781291?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/39354899513781291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/conversation-between-pig-and-fish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/39354899513781291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/39354899513781291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/conversation-between-pig-and-fish.html' title='Conversation between &quot;Pig&quot; and &quot;Fish&quot;'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-354367571632529282</id><published>2011-03-15T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:09:05.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>Everybody deserves a second chance.</title><content type='html'>有日本人在网上留言说&lt;br /&gt;他很庆幸    这场地震是发生在日本       而不是别的国家&lt;br /&gt;他说   至少日本    应付灾难的能力比较强    不会造成那么大的伤害&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;死的   伤的    不见的    是他国家的人哪！&lt;br /&gt;他居然看得这么开   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他是真正的地球村的住民 &lt;br /&gt;他是地球村的骄傲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我仿佛看见耶稣在微笑&lt;br /&gt;我仿佛听到耶稣在说&lt;br /&gt;“真正的基督教     原来还没死    它    流传下来了    我的牺牲    是值得的”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想不只耶稣  &lt;br /&gt;佛祖    Allah    等等   都会引他为荣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有机会见到他   我真的要对他鞠躬&lt;br /&gt;多伟大的一个人哪！&lt;br /&gt;自己遭到不幸   居然还能感谢上帝   “庆幸不是我身边的人遭到不幸”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果是我    我可能会怨天尤人&lt;br /&gt;我深感到惭愧&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说日本人活该的人    你们是否和我一样   感到惭愧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的   每个人都有做错事情的时候&lt;br /&gt;人非圣贤    孰能无过？&lt;br /&gt;如果他改过了    我们也该原谅他们了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更何况    错的    不是他们    是他们的祖先啊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody deserves a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实宽恕别人    就是宽恕自己&lt;br /&gt;原谅别人    就是说    你不再和自己过意不去&lt;br /&gt;原谅别人   自己会变得更快乐&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天    我学习放下尊严   对我亲爱的人    说对不起&lt;br /&gt;我做到了 &lt;br /&gt;本人觉得    是一个小小的成就&lt;br /&gt;觉得自己有进步&lt;br /&gt;挺满意自己的表现&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实我不知道自己做错了什么&lt;br /&gt;可是她   有好一段日子   没和我说话了&lt;br /&gt;同一屋檐下    大家形同陌路人   挺尴尬的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说对不起   虽然我不知道自己做错了什么&lt;br /&gt;可是我知道    我在乎这么多年来的感情&lt;br /&gt;我不想失去她&lt;br /&gt;大地震     让我看见人的生命    是多么地脆弱&lt;br /&gt;我不想被淹死的时候    最亲爱的人    还在生我的气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一场争吵    本来就没有谁是绝对的错   也没有谁    是绝对的对&lt;br /&gt;大家都有错    大家都觉得自己对&lt;br /&gt;哪一方说对不起     都不重要&lt;br /&gt;那一声“对不起”&lt;br /&gt;并不意味着“我错了”   “你对了”&lt;br /&gt;它的意思是&lt;br /&gt;“我很在乎你”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你问我   “她有没有接受你的对不起？”&lt;br /&gt;我会回答     我不知道     也不重要&lt;br /&gt;重要的是    如果有一天     她决定重新接受我    我不会拒绝&lt;br /&gt;我要努力学习   如何只付出   而不求回报&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-354367571632529282?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1040956836870523962</id><published>2011-03-13T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:35:38.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>好想活下去</title><content type='html'>日本大地震    或多或少      震醒了我 &lt;br /&gt;真的      人的生命      是如此地脆弱&lt;br /&gt;就算      不喝酒    不吸烟    不吃肉      &lt;br /&gt;依然不能预知      能活多久&lt;br /&gt;地球震一震         我们都有可能会死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地震那天  &lt;br /&gt;我居然     为了学业而哭泣&lt;br /&gt;我居然     为了一些人与人之间的摩擦      感到烦恼&lt;br /&gt;现在回想起来     有点    啊，不！     是很多       惭愧   &lt;br /&gt;日本死了这么多人         我却还在    放不开     一些小事情&lt;br /&gt;天哪！     幼稚死了       下次自我介绍时    千万别说       我今年二十三岁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一场大地震          让我看见     日本人的坚强        我真的好欣赏&lt;br /&gt;日本人的祖先   做错了什么     就让祖先们      在黄泉路下     自己解决吧&lt;br /&gt;下一代   该放下了&lt;br /&gt;宽恕    对自己也好&lt;br /&gt;带着满腔愤怒来过生活         难道你不觉得很难受？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们真的该雪中送炭    不是落井下石&lt;br /&gt;帮助别人    就是在帮助自己&lt;br /&gt;还有&lt;br /&gt;你不知道    可能下一个死的就是你&lt;br /&gt;别高兴得太早  &lt;br /&gt;地震   不是值得庆祝的事情&lt;br /&gt;别忘了     还有后遗症&lt;br /&gt;海啸    也是很可怕的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我   不是一个坚强的人&lt;br /&gt;有时泪水   流得比尿水快&lt;br /&gt;可是    我也知道&lt;br /&gt;即使 &lt;br /&gt;Karl Marx&lt;br /&gt;Catherine MacKinnon&lt;br /&gt;把这个社会说得十分糟糕&lt;br /&gt;我还是想活下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/1/2013那天       我是否还活着?&lt;br /&gt;我真的不想死&lt;br /&gt;我想毕业     想做工    &lt;br /&gt;想感受     请父母吃饭    看戏    唱k          旅行           的乐趣   &lt;br /&gt;想和妹妹们    分享       工作     应征       的经验&lt;br /&gt;也想和她们    血拼    喝茶     玩&lt;br /&gt;想为这个社会    出一份力&lt;br /&gt;尽我所能   让这个世界     变得更美好&lt;br /&gt;我想环保   做义工&lt;br /&gt;只想做个好人    算不算是胸无大志？&lt;br /&gt;是又怎样      那真的是      我的梦想&lt;br /&gt;还想学钢管舞   瑜伽      做料理&lt;br /&gt;想做美丽的新娘     &lt;br /&gt;想和未来丈夫吵架    哭泣    然后拥抱     和好&lt;br /&gt;想活到七十     偷吃零食    被孙子看到    打小报告      然后被孩子骂     &lt;br /&gt;吐一吐舌头     小小声说对不起       转过头    继续偷吃&lt;br /&gt;老来还想打太极&lt;br /&gt;想寿终正寝     &lt;br /&gt;死的时候           有人陪在我身边&lt;br /&gt;死后     有人说     她真是好福气      死得好轻松&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不要&lt;br /&gt;被淹死     压死       电死      等等&lt;br /&gt;不要死了都没人知道             连尸体都找不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我   依然不知道    我是谁   &lt;br /&gt;也不知道    为什么     我会在这个世界&lt;br /&gt;可是   既然来了   &lt;br /&gt;我想   看看这个世界   感受人生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界末日    可不可以    不要这么快来临&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天我有饭吃    有衣服穿    有人陪我聊天    有人关心我       我觉得好幸福&lt;br /&gt;明天是否一样？&lt;br /&gt;我祈祷    明天会更好&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1040956836870523962?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8192340058203841433</id><published>2011-03-03T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:57:52.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Thank You WHAT?!</title><content type='html'>When I was in primary school - I can't remember the exact age, probably nine - a Mat Salleh girl came to my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I can't remember her name, but she was a blonde with blue eyes, and most of us back then had never seen Mat Salleh in real life before. My greatest ambition back then was to bump into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And so I did, after a month or so of her transfer. It was totally unexpected. I was in the toilet, and when I opened the door of the cubicle, there she was, standing right in front of me, waiting for her turn to use the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was so excited! I couldn't believe that my dream had come true! I think I must have stood still in the smelly, dirty toilet for quite a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to greet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But guess what I ended up saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; =_______________________________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She must be wondering "I've not helped you in any way, why are you thanking me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laugh. I know it's ridiculous. But that was the only English word that came to my mind at that moment (I can't believe that I forgot words like "Hello" and "Hi").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I actually wanted to greet her, to tell her how happy I was to get to see her finally, but in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I couldn't remember what happened next, but I do remember walking back to class, cursing myself for my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway, I wonder if it's possible for my stupidity to be interpreted as "I'm so glad that I get to meet you, thank you God for giving me this opportunity" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too far-fetched. It even sounded absurd in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8192340058203841433?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8192340058203841433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8192340058203841433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8192340058203841433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you-what.html' title='Thank You WHAT?!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1065598519860995128</id><published>2011-02-15T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T23:10:01.057+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just bored'/><title type='text'>You Wanna Make a Memory</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm obviously bored. LoLz.&lt;br /&gt;Words in green are my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rules&lt;br /&gt;1.     Put your music library on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2.     For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3.     You  must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how  silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely  enough.&lt;br /&gt;4.     Ok, go!&lt;br /&gt;5.     When  you're done, tag 20 people in this note, and make sure to tag the person  who sent you this. The answer to #20 is the Title of your note.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. If someone says, “Is this okay?” you say&lt;br /&gt;So Happy I Could Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt; Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That makes me sounds like a scarlet woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;I Need You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've not really had the time to do self-reflection today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your life’s purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Emergency Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does that even make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. What's your motto?&lt;br /&gt;To Make You Feel My Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I want people I love ie my family, my friends, my boyfriend, people in need, the environment, to feel my love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;Epiphany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wow. That would be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Bad Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think my parents are cool and they make a wonderful couple! Well, admittedly at time they aren't very romantic... Still, I would like my relationship to turn out to be something like my parents' relationship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;U Can’t Touch This&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Indeed I don't like people messing with my personal belongings, which include people I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What's so impossible about that?! 2 + 2 is not a philosophical question!!!! This one doesn't make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Say Something (Dirty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hahaha Angeline and her swearing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Love the Way You Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I do like white lies - but don't overdo it. And don't make it so obvious that I can see through it almost instantly. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 13. What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;Fall For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To be passionate about life, about what I'm doing, about the world - yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt; Imma Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Won't it be cool to be whatever you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Im Your Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah I'm perasan like that, haha. And yes, I sometimes like to visualize myself with wings and halo and in a white dress, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Avalanche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's a nice song. I would like to dance to this song at my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 17. What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Bad Medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't want my cause of death to be bad medicine, please =.= but it would be great if people think my love to them is like a bad medicine! I'm sure my spirit would be touched :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 18. What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;All Over Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sickness, insects, reptile all over me, is indeed a scary thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 19. What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Over the Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;You Wanna Make A Memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1065598519860995128?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1065598519860995128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-wanna-make-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1065598519860995128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1065598519860995128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-wanna-make-memory.html' title='You Wanna Make a Memory'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1494160102760066538</id><published>2011-02-05T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:31:55.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>Back Then It Was Different</title><content type='html'>Funny the way time changes things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we were all eight or nine years old, we used to fight with the heavy pillows on the second floor of granny's house. Grandpa will shout "Shut up!" and we will be quiet for thirty second or so; and resume fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was a wall on second floor which we used to climb; where we will pretend to "spy on the bad guys" (which are actually our cousins) so we can figure out how to rescue our kidnapped beloved family members (which are our cousins too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now that we've grown up, now that we've stopped pillow fights, we suddenly realize we sometimes just stare at each other and have nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When we do talk, it's about things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, are you studying or working?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When will you graduate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's your company?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When are you planning to get married?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1494160102760066538?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1494160102760066538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-then-it-was-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1494160102760066538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1494160102760066538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-then-it-was-different.html' title='Back Then It Was Different'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2861727320354218649</id><published>2011-01-24T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:00:02.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Savage Garden - Affirmation</title><content type='html'>The melody and lyrics of this song cheer me up in an instant in almost any situation, thanks to its lyrics that probably cover almost every bad situation we can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to share the lyrics of Affirmation today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFFIRMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the sun should never set upon an argument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that trust is more important that monogamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that family is worth more than money or gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in love surviving death into eternity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2861727320354218649?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2861727320354218649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/savage-garden-affirmation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2861727320354218649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2861727320354218649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/savage-garden-affirmation.html' title='Savage Garden - Affirmation'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4366869653816034058</id><published>2011-01-19T22:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:46:08.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>I'm In The Mood to Try On Dresses.</title><content type='html'>Accompanied mummy to shop for CNY clothes @ Leisure Mall this evening; and since I've no intention to buy anything, I just window shopped and tried on clothes for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to try on dresses today because one of my teenage dream - when I'm 14 I often have this romantic dream of dancing (even though I can't dance) with a hunk in a body-hugging silver dress - had been visiting me for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started hunting for body-hugging silver dress... but it's not easy! So in the end I end up trying any dress that looks reasonably appealing to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5aDavgnI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eKCY5JTe4MM/s1600/190120111750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563908615652213362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5aDavgnI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eKCY5JTe4MM/s400/190120111750.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh I like this but sadly, the top part was kind of loose &lt;strike&gt;maybe because my breasts are just too small. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5Z03n9UI/AAAAAAAAA54/oJJwYCZrrzw/s1600/190120111749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563908611746821442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5Z03n9UI/AAAAAAAAA54/oJJwYCZrrzw/s400/190120111749.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one LOOKS nice but once I tried it on, it kind of make me look fat, so... No, I don't like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5ZZe4HSI/AAAAAAAAA5o/iIKL459p_IM/s1600/190120111747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563908604395265314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5ZZe4HSI/AAAAAAAAA5o/iIKL459p_IM/s400/190120111747.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should make a very cool working attire :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5ZFwZ3PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/s_QZ3t5CMRs/s1600/190120111746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563908599100071154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5ZFwZ3PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/s_QZ3t5CMRs/s400/190120111746.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found a silver dress at last! Sadly, it is not what I had in mind. I was picturing something that is more silvery, something of a tight fit... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, conclusion is, hunting failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't really matter. Not all dreams have to be turned into reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream where I am a fairy in a green dress with a headdress made of roses with wings and my designation in heaven is Guardian of Nature, where I fly around the world rescuing plants, help the needy and punish the bad with the power of plants, live among plants and I smell like different type of flowers depending on my mood...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I don't need THIS dream to be real, because I know it's not. It's just a teenage fantasy of an imaginative girl that cheers her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5-6-y0sI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/z6t6i_jtbIw/s1600/090120111681.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb7800friI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/zgNMncKD7po/s1600/190120111753-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563911412052373026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb7800friI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/zgNMncKD7po/s400/190120111753-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I know I said I had no intention to shop, but then I suddenly remembered I need a clincher, and I saw this, and... &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come, I see; I like, I can afford, so I buy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looks nice, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy gonna hunt for the same fabric when she's free to make the dress longer. I don't mind wearing short dresses, but somehow I just think that this dress will look nicer if it's longer - say, two inches above knees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought the extra length will make it look more elegant, tee-hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night, everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and out of curiosity, would anyone here share your fantasies with me? &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4366869653816034058?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4366869653816034058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-mood-to-try-on-dresses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4366869653816034058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4366869653816034058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-in-mood-to-try-on-dresses.html' title='I&apos;m In The Mood to Try On Dresses.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TTb5aDavgnI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eKCY5JTe4MM/s72-c/190120111750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5547254418030270439</id><published>2011-01-19T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T01:02:27.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Each time when I've decided to just let bygone be bygone, to just forgive you for whatever wrong that you've done, you'll do something else that either boils up my anger or hurt my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to Burger King @ KLCC on my own after class just because I feel like eating Burger King all of a sudden. It's been a long time since I've did something like this. I enjoy loneliness. Once in a while I like to eat with no one so I can let my mind wander. It makes me feel free, relaxed, comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while I like to shop alone, watch movie alone, visit the bookshop on my own. Yes I like to be with friends and family, but once in a while I just need to spend some time with me myself and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, these three years, I've seldom had opportunities to enjoy loneliness. No, I'm not being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realize, it's not a sin to enjoy loneliness, so if I enjoy doing it, why do I have to abstain from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point trying to please others when pleasing others will stop you from pleasing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you don't please yourself, who's going to please you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I should've understood long long time ago, which I irrationally failed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, people around you might try hard to please you, but not many will know what really hit your spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They are not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My priority, first in line, my parents; secondly my family; thirdly, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to pamper myself. Do what I want to do. Don't be influenced. Don't be persuaded. Don't give in. Be firm. Assert your opinion. Say what you want; say out loud. Others might find it offensive but it's okay, just ignore. Sometimes you can't be taking care of everyone's feelings. This may be harsh, but it's alright, it really is. Remember utilitarianism: you have to give up something in exchange of something greater. Balance, that's the keyword, balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love yourself, like how you expect others to love you, like how you will love others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Love yourself, and you will never be alone: for you will always have you, and you will always be with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5547254418030270439?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5547254418030270439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/each-time-when-ive-decided-to-just-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5547254418030270439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5547254418030270439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/each-time-when-ive-decided-to-just-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8579884006281835588</id><published>2011-01-02T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:37:07.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost in thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bye-bye, 2010.</title><content type='html'>Had my first attachment in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my second attachment in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my name in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried archery for the first time in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's gonna end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else will begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see the way to my destiny, but I know I'm going nowhere if I just sit and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My destiny is a small one, but a small destiny is still a destiny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to keep walking, even though I don't know which path is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep trying, keep walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, even if I fall, I will have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lose confidence, I don't know if I'm doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes others think I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be rain. Storm. Obstacle. Wild life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen. You don't always reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, I know: I've gotta have faith in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, I'm gonna finish the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be slow, but as long as I don't give up, some day I will be there, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have ONE resolution for 2011: Keep walking. Don't give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8579884006281835588?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8579884006281835588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/bye-bye-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8579884006281835588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8579884006281835588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2011/01/bye-bye-2010.html' title='Bye-bye, 2010.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2687803762539841579</id><published>2010-12-25T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T22:56:16.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>I remember reading somewhere: a bad gift is worse than no gift. No gift shows that you are forgetful, but a bad gift shows that you are just plain rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that a bad gift should be appreciated just like any other gift, but anyway, based on that quote, my family had a new way of exchanging gift this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be like this: everyone just buy a gift, and then we play lucky draw to decide what gift everyone will get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, everyone writes a list of five items they want. Then, we play lucky draw to decide whose list everyone will get. You will have to buy one item from the list you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This way, it will still be a surprise, because you can't be too sure as to what kind of gift you will get; but at the same time, you know it's going to be something that you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we limit the price to RM50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX44XOCu_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UNtQXWCwM_0/s1600/221220101583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554619362620652530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX44XOCu_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UNtQXWCwM_0/s400/221220101583.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got Yoongie's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38ugk71I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/OxYhhmT7uXs/s1600/241220101596-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618338080255826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38ugk71I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/OxYhhmT7uXs/s400/241220101596-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this is the gift I got her. It's a jigsaw puzzle - 500 pieces - of a botanical garden. It's a really cool one because guess what? There are pictures on BOTH SIDES! On one side, it is a botanical garden. On the other side, it is a picture of various types of flowers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so excited when she got her gift! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of jigsaw puzzles, Jigsaw Puzzle World at KLCC (3rd floor, Ramlee Mall) was substituted by OSIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be a real sad news for puzzle lovers. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38XgJ3-I/AAAAAAAAA4I/UsyZSgNOhz8/s1600/241220101598-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618331904466914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38XgJ3-I/AAAAAAAAA4I/UsyZSgNOhz8/s400/241220101598-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yoongie got my list; and this was the gift I got from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38LjAYlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Y5ie80Ch8Q/s1600/241220101599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618328695202386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38LjAYlI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Y5ie80Ch8Q/s400/241220101599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I opened the gift, I found these inside. OMG I was so happy to get these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yoongie was really sweet; on top of playing the game of exchanging gift with us, she also bought gifts for everyone else. She got mami a shower gel. She got chocolate for Ernie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wanted to get something for papa too, but she couldn't figure out what papa wants, so she got her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RM 50 note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, that's like, so duh, right? That's what we felt when papa opened his gift and found the note inside. Anyway, we knew she meant well, so papa appreciated it all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great laugh when Ernie opened her gift from mami. She found a box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Evening Primrose box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all like, "OH MY GOD who on earth give people PILLS as gift?!" and Ernie was moaning "I know you're always trying to get me to eat supplements but how can you force me by wrapping it up as a gift!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She kept moaning and moaning and eventually she started shouting and she was going to put that horrible gift aside and start eating the chocolate she received from Yoongie, but Mami said (loudly, so she can be heard over our laughter): "You should at least open it first..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she reluctantly opened it, and she was surprised by what's inside: a variety of items from The Body Shop! Facial cleanser, toner, moisturizer, mask!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, don't judge a gift by it's box!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38_iBY_I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Bb6PAQKQFo8/s1600/251220101723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618342649717746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX38_iBY_I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Bb6PAQKQFo8/s400/251220101723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Christmas, we had lunch at Victoria Station. We wanted to eat stuffed turkey for years; and this year we finally decided to try it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we didn't really get to eat stuffed turkey because we ordered two Christmas set and a set of Cajun Salmon and Grilled Lamb. The Christmas set consist of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Prawn and Scallop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lobster Broth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Turkey with chestnut stuffing, skillet potato, carrot, brocolli, sausage, cranberry sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Traditional minced pie and Christmas pudding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Brewed coffee/tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funnily enough, my family unanimously concluded that we prefer Sakae Sushi and Nando's over Victoria Station, despite it's reputation. First of all, apart from papa, we have zero knowledge as to western dining etiquette. We weren't used to the idea of having the waiters putting napkins on our laps; we don't know where to place the forks and knives after finishing a dish; we had a good argument as to where to place our napkins after we finished the entire meal. Papa insisted on folding it into halves and place it neatly on the table; Yoongie thought it looked stupid and said it should be placed on the chair; mami said let's not argue, why not we just crumple it up and put it on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder everyone else keep looking at our table. We've got to be the funniest and stupidest customers at Victoria Station today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sooooooo embarrassing, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really surprised by the Christmas pudding because I had no idea how Christmas pudding looks like. I thought it would be a sweet milk-based dessert similar in consistency to egg-based custards, probably decorated with pictures of santa clause or jingle bells or reindeers or mistletoe on top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It turned out to be something that looks like, smells like and tastes like a piece of fruit cake. Tastes great still, but I prefer the sweet milk-based pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX39RguaLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/KCayH3A36YY/s1600/251220101614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618347476117682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX39RguaLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/KCayH3A36YY/s400/251220101614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to KLCC after the meal. We window-shopped around for a while. Didn't buy anything even though Ernie really wanted to buy a pair of shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, items at KLCC are just too expensive for us =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX6uqkoHNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/KGHvSV35kFQ/s1600/251220101615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554621395040214226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX6uqkoHNI/AAAAAAAAA5I/KGHvSV35kFQ/s400/251220101615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camwhored =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX6u1J1kSI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kltkv1Yg8sQ/s1600/251220101607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554621397880639778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX6u1J1kSI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/kltkv1Yg8sQ/s400/251220101607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh by the way, I tried to get my hair to be curly for Christmas by tying it up into two plaits yesterday, and applied styling foam when I woke up. It looked great... for a while. The left side of my hair straightened itself very quickly, and eventually I ended up having straight hair on the left side, and slightly wavy hair on the right side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like my hair on left and my hair on right are showing "before perming" and "after perming. =____=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX6vEkFI9I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JAwDnISshB0/s1600/251220101622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554621402017244114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX6vEkFI9I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/JAwDnISshB0/s400/251220101622.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I ended up tying my hair to one side, which, according to Yoongie, really clash horribly with my top, because to quote her "it's like you're trying to act cute while wearing something mature."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... whatever! By the time I tied it up it was around 6pm already. We'll be heading home soon anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a cake. It was just a very normal looking cake with plenty of fruits, nothing fancy like the Christmas cakes I saw, but the cake we bought taste great anyway - I think everything tastes great when you are spending time with the ones you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Christmas cakes I saw look really cute, and I can't resist from sharing them on my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX4ZNDyRCI/AAAAAAAAA44/MiJoDUwzl0Y/s1600/241220101595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618827317330978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX4ZNDyRCI/AAAAAAAAA44/MiJoDUwzl0Y/s400/241220101595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just want to eat the ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX4Y0u7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Y_1zQaAx3vA/s1600/241220101594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618820787397714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX4Y0u7ZFI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Y_1zQaAx3vA/s400/241220101594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX4YnTbMeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/G43KjWikrpE/s1600/241220101593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554618817182380514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX4YnTbMeI/AAAAAAAAA4o/G43KjWikrpE/s400/241220101593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to eat his nose, his mouth and his eyes. Gosh I sound lilke a cannibal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly: Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2687803762539841579?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2687803762539841579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2687803762539841579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2687803762539841579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TRX44XOCu_I/AAAAAAAAA5A/UNtQXWCwM_0/s72-c/221220101583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-3627910077205466650</id><published>2010-11-07T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:00:01.073+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Interviewed!</title><content type='html'>Oh look! Here's an &lt;a href="http://dreamofseaside.blogspot.com/2010/10/shinnie-lover-of-green-environment.html"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; about me on a blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it as a favour to a friend, Wan Shing, who needed to interview six people with dreams as part of her course project. She had to translate the interviews into Japanese and publish it on her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(How come I don't get cool projects like this for my course one T_T )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I did it as a favour to a friend, but I must admit, I had lots of fun myself to. It was immensely satisfying to see a blog publishing my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, even though you are someone normal, someone simple, someone still wants to know about you. Someone is inspired by you. Someone is interested in your story. Someone is interested in what you want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you feel like you're a bigshot or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Wan Shing, for the fun-filled experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-3627910077205466650?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3627910077205466650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/interviewed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3627910077205466650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3627910077205466650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/interviewed.html' title='Interviewed!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1118055974029895134</id><published>2010-10-30T13:16:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:35:23.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuffnang contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I’m crazy about Cheeeeeese!</title><content type='html'>Most people avoid cheese for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. It has a funny smell.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheese makes you fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you avoid cheese because of #1, all you have to do is to take a deep breath, and force yourself to take the first bite of cheese in your life. After you have your first bite, you will never avoid cheese anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's how tasty cheese is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you avoid cheese because of #2, you have to read &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/6413146/Eating-more-cheese-can-help-fat-people-lose-weight-study-claims.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! It had been proven that eating dairy products like cheese will not make you fat. It actually helps you lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling my overweight mother and slightly plump sister about this study one day. The next day, they bought this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGHS4YRhzI/AAAAAAAAA30/tSRlanZlStE/s1600/271020101343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535354175456642866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGHS4YRhzI/AAAAAAAAA30/tSRlanZlStE/s400/271020101343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "No, this will not help you lose weight."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know," my sister said in a muffled voice, with her mouth full of cheesy cheese potato chips. "I just don't want to gain weight after eating potato chips. If eating cheese helps me lose weight, and eat junk food will help me gain weight, it means eat cheesy potato chips will help me maintain my current weight, right? I've gave up on losing weight since I love food so much. I'll be happy just to maintain my current weight."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if there's any research conducted to prove her hypothesis, but her assertion "eating cheesy junk food will help you maintain your current weight" does sound quite logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It gives us ladies a perfect excuse to indulge in junk food without guilt anyway, so why bother about the accuracy of her assertion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, remember: cheese is not a food that is created for mouse only.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFzL4oWH9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/vGaIr0PeZfM/s1600/301020101367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535332065032413138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFzL4oWH9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/vGaIr0PeZfM/s400/301020101367.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is created for humans that like to act like mouse, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFzMBTtuwI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rxcV13iYUCk/s1600/301020101368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535332067361798914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFzMBTtuwI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rxcV13iYUCk/s400/301020101368.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact "cheese is mouse's food" is only true in cartoons. In reality, cheese is a wonderful food for human, since it's loaded with health benefits! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://genuineaid.com/2009/03/11/mozzarella-cheese-nutrients-and-benefits/"&gt;Mozzarella&lt;/a&gt;, for instance, helps prevent colon cancer, osteoporosis, migraine, PMS symptoms; supports strong bone health; improves blood pressure; supports muscles and nerves; helps prevent blood clotting; protects from Gout (arthritis type) and helps prevent breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theparmesancheese.co.uk/eating_nutrition.html"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/a&gt; contains 33% protein compared to 20% in lean beef (and that animal protein takes 4 hours to digest while the protein in Parmesan takes just 45 minutes). Other benfits to the digestion include Parmesan's ability to promote the development of Bacillus Bifidus, which is useful for the maintenance of a healthy gut. Also, there is no lactose present. This is a good news for the lactose intolerant or those with gastro-intestinal inflammation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monterey_Jack"&gt;Monterey Jack&lt;/a&gt;, because of its low content of tyramine - an organic compound thought to be associated with headaches, it is frequently recommended as one of the few cheeses that is safe to eat for migrane sufferers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Small amount of &lt;a href="http://www.prnewswire.com/news-releases/new-study-confirms-health-benefits-of-pecorino-romano-cheese-78322487.html"&gt;Romano&lt;/a&gt; helps protect against arteriosclerosis, and contains anti-inflammatory and cancer-fighting properties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, we don't eat so many types of cheese in a meal (I don't know where to buy Monterey Jack and Romano anyway). Usually we only put a slice of cheddar cheese in our sandwich, or add a spoon of cream cheese to our spaghetti, or bake rice with grated parmesan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, how?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it appears that Pizza Hut can read our minds. It had combined six type of delicious and healthy cheese in it's new product: Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGF-W7gwaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/SmMdP9iy6Z8/s1600/highlight-oct10-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535352723368624546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGF-W7gwaI/AAAAAAAAA3s/SmMdP9iy6Z8/s400/highlight-oct10-b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza is loaded with creamy and soft mozzarella, flavorful and savoury parmesan, full-bodied and slightly tart provolone, classic cheddar with a delicate taste, romano with hearty taste and, zesty and nutty Monterey Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGF-L2MrPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hZxa-dARB-c/s1600/highlight-oct10-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535352720393546994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGF-L2MrPI/AAAAAAAAA3k/hZxa-dARB-c/s400/highlight-oct10-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't Pizza Hut wonderful? You don't always see fast food stores that care about it's customers' health so much! First it came up with salad bars, and now it offers us Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love Pizza Hut from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFybJL4mqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PX6h5nOwHbw/s1600/301020101363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535331227662850722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFybJL4mqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/PX6h5nOwHbw/s400/301020101363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want my Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza. No cheese, no smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFyapOAgXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Wtg5F2S2HKU/s1600/301020101359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535331219081822578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFyapOAgXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Wtg5F2S2HKU/s400/301020101359.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; K-boy wants Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza too. No cheese, no joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, K-boy is his new nickname that my family created for him. He complained that the nickname made him sound very "k-yeng" (lousy in Cantonese) but my family loved calling him K-boy, because they think it sounds cute. Anyway, they find his name "Kevin" difficult to remember. They tend to call him Calvin instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFzMzfdBkI/AAAAAAAAA08/BtN66CbL3KU/s1600/301020101372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535332080832808514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNFzMzfdBkI/AAAAAAAAA08/BtN66CbL3KU/s400/301020101372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it arrived! We ordered mushroom and chicken sausage, and it looked so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1Kryi-LI/AAAAAAAAA20/Q-gEqWxEAvE/s1600/301020101382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535334243428923570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1Kryi-LI/AAAAAAAAA20/Q-gEqWxEAvE/s400/301020101382.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the melted cheese! It is so irresistible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1KaPeaFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/G966miebEwk/s1600/301020101381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535334238718421074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1KaPeaFI/AAAAAAAAA2s/G966miebEwk/s400/301020101381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and take a look at the crust too. It looks so crunchy. (and it is really crunchy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1KICgQ_I/AAAAAAAAA2k/0u7bHc0oK7Y/s1600/301020101380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535334233832178674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1KICgQ_I/AAAAAAAAA2k/0u7bHc0oK7Y/s400/301020101380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0kGOLMvI/AAAAAAAAA10/-zQKj1dAOWU/s1600/301020101374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535333580509229810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0kGOLMvI/AAAAAAAAA10/-zQKj1dAOWU/s400/301020101374.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, don't blink. Keep your eyes on the cheese. We will show you how cheesy it is in the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0ja8AWwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/NCdZi2Dro5c/s1600/301020101373-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535333568890297090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0ja8AWwI/AAAAAAAAA1s/NCdZi2Dro5c/s400/301020101373-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lifting the slice of pizza higher to see how long the cheese goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready for the next picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0kSDiykI/AAAAAAAAA18/dkjpTL0UrBQ/s1600/301020101375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535333583685864002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0kSDiykI/AAAAAAAAA18/dkjpTL0UrBQ/s400/301020101375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! It is so cheesy that we can stretch it this far!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, have you ever seen anything cheesier than this? I bet you haven't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope our relationship can be as long as this cheese. K-boy said it is definitely possible, because we both love cheese, and so the cheesiness will find its way to our relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It probably sounds like some illogical nonsense, but sweetnothings do not have to be logical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this illogical nonsense just goes to prove that cheese is not only a healthy food, but it has the ability of bringing lovers closer to each other too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(by eating Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0k1galSI/AAAAAAAAA2E/AET6nNuxqEo/s1600/301020101376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535333593202201890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0k1galSI/AAAAAAAAA2E/AET6nNuxqEo/s400/301020101376.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear K-boy cut a slice of pizza, and even though he is really hungry, he offers his first slice of pizza to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0lADtbBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uMSIOhibKTE/s1600/301020101377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535333596034591762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF0lADtbBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/uMSIOhibKTE/s400/301020101377.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His dear girlfriend a.k.a. me, who immediately began to launch an attack on the pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_zQe7xI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gijJHDdPWyk/s1600/301020101387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535335155966603026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_zQe7xI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gijJHDdPWyk/s400/301020101387.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First, cut it into small pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_kQXqiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/js7fdzOTCkA/s1600/301020101386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535335151939594786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_kQXqiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/js7fdzOTCkA/s400/301020101386.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1Jbs9DiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/6VsxYd0hd84/s1600/301020101378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535334221930630690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1Jbs9DiI/AAAAAAAAA2U/6VsxYd0hd84/s400/301020101378.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells nice, but what about the taste? Only one way to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1JtjyLNI/AAAAAAAAA2c/qSDGGikOlqQ/s1600/301020101379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535334226724007122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1JtjyLNI/AAAAAAAAA2c/qSDGGikOlqQ/s400/301020101379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite, chew, chomp! It's time to taste it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_ehT9sI/AAAAAAAAA3M/fLnNVuej9IA/s1600/301020101385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535335150400042690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_ehT9sI/AAAAAAAAA3M/fLnNVuej9IA/s400/301020101385.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*munch nonstop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, my friends often told me that I have this weird ability that if anyone looks at me eating something, whatever that I'm eating will look more delicious than usual, because I appreciate and enjoy food so much that people who watch me eating will be influenced by me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I daresay whoever who reads this and look at my eating pictures now is really hungry and can't wait to sink their teeth into Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1-rWTOwI/AAAAAAAAA28/9RK2KEmOHgg/s1600/301020101383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535335136663649026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1-rWTOwI/AAAAAAAAA28/9RK2KEmOHgg/s400/301020101383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I haven't finish my first slice, I have to take the second slice. I'm afraid that K-boy, with his eating speed, with finish everything before I can have my second slice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_ETSxEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3iDit2_Dx3o/s1600/301020101384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535335143361922114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNF1_ETSxEI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3iDit2_Dx3o/s400/301020101384.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean pan! We didn't even leave a crumb! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K-boy actually ate all the crumbs and the bits of cheese because it tasted too good. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, now there's another reason to love Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Write a post on “Why You Love Pizza Hut’s 6 Cheesy Extreme Pizza” (dine in or take away) with plenty of pictures with the 6 Cheese Pizza and be sure to mention all 6 types of cheese. Make it unique, interesting, and be creative. The title of your post must be “I’m crazy about Cheeeeeese!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, fill in the form &lt;a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.my/blog/2010/10/21/go-crazy-with-pizza-hut%e2%80%99s-extreme-cheesy-6-pizza/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you might be RM2,000 richer, just for eating and blogging about Extreme Cheesy 6 Pizza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monterey_Jack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;/div&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1118055974029895134?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1118055974029895134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-crazy-about-cheeeeeese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1118055974029895134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1118055974029895134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-crazy-about-cheeeeeese.html' title='I’m crazy about Cheeeeeese!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TNGHS4YRhzI/AAAAAAAAA30/tSRlanZlStE/s72-c/271020101343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8821315664738874756</id><published>2010-10-26T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T17:13:17.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Harajuku Japanese Crepe, Pavilion</title><content type='html'>So different from what I expected it to taste like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't mean that it tasted better than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaEDYvv47I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Sn3ZdYVEISs/s1600/280920101247-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532254385988428722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaEDYvv47I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Sn3ZdYVEISs/s400/280920101247-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was imagining crispy, hot crepe, with cold, yummy ice cream inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The crepe turned out to be cold and soggy, becasuse of the ice cream that was melting inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ordered green tea ice cream and red bean. At first I thought there were vanilla ice cream inside too, when I saw something white in it... but it turned out to be just cream. Tasteless cream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bleeargh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I sat there and munch the i-don't-know-how-to-describe-this-food-disaster, I keep grumbling in my heart "8 bucks plus wasted for nothing..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaERreP7gI/AAAAAAAAAyk/__KQ-X2_qQY/s1600/280920101244-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532254631533473282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaERreP7gI/AAAAAAAAAyk/__KQ-X2_qQY/s400/280920101244-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't want to eat another Harajuku Japanese Crepe. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's free and I'm starving and at the point where if I'm not fed ASAP I will suffer gastric so I'll have no choice but to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8821315664738874756?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8821315664738874756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/10/harajuku-japanese-crepe-pavilion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8821315664738874756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8821315664738874756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/10/harajuku-japanese-crepe-pavilion.html' title='Harajuku Japanese Crepe, Pavilion'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaEDYvv47I/AAAAAAAAAyc/Sn3ZdYVEISs/s72-c/280920101247-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6474524522098146259</id><published>2010-09-29T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:14:31.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>I Need A Strong Heart To Look At My Picture.</title><content type='html'>This was how I look like when I was in Pavilion at the cinema counter wanting to purchase two tickets for Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday wasn't a wednesday, so I took out my student ID for student price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TKKRGmr40_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/WFw4E7iaEUM/s1600/280920101233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135635759518706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TKKRGmr40_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/WFw4E7iaEUM/s400/280920101233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I look like on my student ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TKKRGfL9diI/AAAAAAAAAxc/aPEywgGjhuI/s1600/250920101228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522135633746556450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TKKRGfL9diI/AAAAAAAAAxc/aPEywgGjhuI/s400/250920101228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cashier looked at my student ID, looked at me, looked at my ID again, and looked at me again. And then he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Betulkah ini orang yang sama?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to kill the photographer for making me look so unnaturally, ghostly pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean yes I like to look fair and yes I did put on make up to take this photo (eyeliner, mascara, lip balm, eye shadow and BITS of foundation) but NO THANKS I DON'T LIKE TO LOOK LIKE A GHOST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to put up with seeing my ghostly self every time I take out my student ID and my library card for one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't scare myself to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps is a great movie! It really makes you think about what you really want in life. Intellectual and philosophical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6474524522098146259?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6474524522098146259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-strong-heart-to-look-at-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6474524522098146259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6474524522098146259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need-strong-heart-to-look-at-my.html' title='I Need A Strong Heart To Look At My Picture.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TKKRGmr40_I/AAAAAAAAAxk/WFw4E7iaEUM/s72-c/280920101233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4925628507628284871</id><published>2010-09-08T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:05:16.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to share'/><title type='text'>Calculate How Much Is Your Girlfriend Worth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I saw this on Facebook and thought it was rather cute so I decided to share it here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your girlfriend is worth less than 1800: she's not worth your time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your girlfriend is worth between 2000 - 2800: normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your girlfriend is worth between 2800 - 3500: quality goods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your girlfriend is worth more than 3500: you are lucky. Marry her NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl starts with 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height &gt; 168cm: +100 for every 1cm more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height less than 160cm: -100 for every 1cm less&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dimple: +100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long hair: +150&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knows how to dance: +100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knows how to sing: +100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dress weirdly: -200&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A-B cup: -100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C-D cup: +200&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight &gt; 55kg: -100 for every extra 5kg &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight less than 50kg: -100 for every 5kg less&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortsighted more than 300: -100 for every 100 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double eyelid: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single eyelid: +50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had been in love before: -100 for every time she's dumped and +100 for everytime she dumps someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in love before: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her first kiss to you: +300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave her first kiss to someone else: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost her virginity to you: +500&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost her virginity to someone else: -400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first lover is you: +300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age &gt; 22: -100 for every 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a history of illness: -100 for every illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to swim: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know how to play mahjong: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know how to drink: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good academic record: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect elder people: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to sew: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not materialistic and stay with you during hard times: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to smoke: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to use vulgar language: -300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to dye hair: -100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a pet: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes to plant: +50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes kids: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to cook: +300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle and polite to people: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always get angry at you for no reason: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always tell you that she misses you: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you her secrets and problems: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows self-respect and will not get too close with other guys: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care about you. Won't let you smoke and drink and care about your finance: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually won't disturb your personal life: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always want you to go shopping with her and always spend your money: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make DIY items or buy things for you: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care about your career/studies: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress herself according to how you like her to: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not know how to do house chores: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scold you in front of friends: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always say she wants to break up with you: -100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight with you over small matters: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During quarrel, no matter whether if it's her fault, she'll always find you first: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night she'll want you to put her to sleep: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls you every day: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act cute and sweet to you and only you: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cries for you: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always make you cry: -100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent, will not always ask you to buy what she wants for her: +200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behave herself in front of your friends: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to make up: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your clothes for you: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mature: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't like to smile when with you: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want you to play truant to play with her: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fails 1 subject in exams: -100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will give you things that she makes herself: +100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always say you are ugly: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never took sticker photo before: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seduce other guys: -200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4925628507628284871?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4925628507628284871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/09/calculate-how-much-is-your-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4925628507628284871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4925628507628284871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/09/calculate-how-much-is-your-girlfriend.html' title='Calculate How Much Is Your Girlfriend Worth'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8197381510759413364</id><published>2010-08-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:19:54.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>I've Got A New Name!</title><content type='html'>When things don't go on as well as you planned, the first thing you usually do is analyse the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've found the problem and managed to come up with a solution, that's the end of the story. But life is not always that simple. Sometimes you've identified the problem but you can't come up with a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can't even identify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll then resort to other alternatives such as seeking professional advice and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, I've not only sought advice, but failing to identify the problem also turn me into someone superstitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually start to believe in name numerology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sister recommended this sifu, Fuh Dong Shing to me. According to them, this sifu is "amazingly accurate and very good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, okay, I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZI5mZXRcI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kUagDzIERxI/s1600/260820101125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509671348531054018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZI5mZXRcI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kUagDzIERxI/s400/260820101125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a very long wait. There were 13 people in queue. My mum, my sister and I waited for about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZzHGXi2dI/AAAAAAAAAxM/-6RAx_NAKVk/s1600/260820101140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509717759940024786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZzHGXi2dI/AAAAAAAAAxM/-6RAx_NAKVk/s400/260820101140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The name shown above (pronounced li yong xing) is my original name. Sifu said this name is bad. I guess what he said may sound very superstitious and most of us would find it hard to believe, but just for the sake of sharing, I'll blog about what he said anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sifu said my name brought plenty of bad luck to me myself and my parents. It may cause my parents to divorce, and if my father has his own business, something will go wrong with his business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, the name brought me all kind of illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the scar I had between my lips and my nose helped minimized my bad luck and the bad luck I brought to my parents, because it "broke" my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZvOvgK8XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZEfo9A4q5jU/s1600/260820101139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509713493194633586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZvOvgK8XI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZEfo9A4q5jU/s400/260820101139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit hard to believe him at first. I mean, he's telling me all these things after he saw my name. Can you really tell that much about a person just by the name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And everything he said are bad. No one like to hear bad things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't believe him. Not until he saw my mum's name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon seeing my mum's name, he said: "You had two miscarriages."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Which is true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to ask him: "Are you God or something?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I thought, I had to believe him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt_MymdYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/So8Xb4vqtB4/s1600/260820101128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712126667027842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt_MymdYI/AAAAAAAAAwE/So8Xb4vqtB4/s400/260820101128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the first name he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, this is quite a good name. My health and luck will improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZuAAjXmjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8tgK0gUL8QY/s1600/260820101132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712140561783346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZuAAjXmjI/AAAAAAAAAwU/8tgK0gUL8QY/s400/260820101132.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt_sH6FPI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sTq5luaTx1c/s1600/260820101131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712135077893362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt_sH6FPI/AAAAAAAAAwM/sTq5luaTx1c/s400/260820101131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt-5rrrEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ShkO0WPiKH0/s1600/260820101129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712121537735746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt-5rrrEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ShkO0WPiKH0/s400/260820101129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, he doesn't want people to call me Ms Lee, or "li xiao jie" (Ms Lee in Mandarin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next problem is, I don't have an English name. When I start to work, if people see "Lee Yoong Shin" on my name card, people will politely call me Ms Lee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to give me an English name with a Chinese/Korea/Japanese twist (ie Jaxin, Kenji, stuff like that) which reflects how my name sounds like in Mandarin but then we can't come up with anything that sounds like yong xing, apart from my original name, Yoong Shin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then suddenly remember how my sister always add "nie" to my name and call me Shinnie. So I suggested, why not we use Shinnie as my English name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sifu said that's perfect because he has an ideal name which sounds just like Shinnie, which he had wanted to use for a long time but he just didn't have the chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt-TKQR7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/3JrN166i2lg/s1600/260820101127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509712111196981170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZt-TKQR7I/AAAAAAAAAv0/3JrN166i2lg/s400/260820101127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I've a new name now! Shinnie Lee @ 李昕倪!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll need to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get used to and respond to my new name;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn to sign in my new mandarin name, as instructed by the sifu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't know whether my new name will really bring me good luck, but one thing for sure: I like my new name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, so beautiful and artistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8197381510759413364?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8197381510759413364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-got-new-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8197381510759413364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8197381510759413364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-got-new-name.html' title='I&apos;ve Got A New Name!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/THZI5mZXRcI/AAAAAAAAAvs/kUagDzIERxI/s72-c/260820101125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6092136261069982164</id><published>2010-08-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:12:03.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Milo Shake at Nurin, Plaza 393 (behind Carrefour Cheras)</title><content type='html'>"Milo Shake," I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Milo Shake satu!" and the waiters started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered why they laughed. I mean, it's just a Milo Shake. This would be something like Milo Dinosour from PapaRich, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be something like that lah. All shakes look more or the less the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the Milo Shake was served, I understood why were they laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is NOT just a Milo Shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TGVeeCzcFUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7pBm34M0iIs/s1600/130820101044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504909989772006722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TGVeeCzcFUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7pBm34M0iIs/s400/130820101044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the drink served at PapaRich is called Milo Dinosour, this should be called Milo Giant. Or Milo Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. God. How on earth am I going to finish this giant mountain on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is not the only thing I ordered for lunch. I ordered a naan pisang as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to waste food, I attempted and succeeded in finishing everything. Almost suffered from stomach ache when I got back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Milo Shake was okay, but the ice were not properly blended. You still get pieces of ice here and there. And I wish they had put in more Milo powder and less milk since I really like the taste of Milo. I can drink Milo just like that; without milk (condensed or evaporated), nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I can eat the Milo powder from the tin just like that, and I actually think it's tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naan Pisang: RM 3.50&lt;br /&gt;Milo Shake: RM 2.50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6092136261069982164?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6092136261069982164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/08/milo-shake-at-nurin-plaza-393-behind.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6092136261069982164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6092136261069982164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/08/milo-shake-at-nurin-plaza-393-behind.html' title='Milo Shake at Nurin, Plaza 393 (behind Carrefour Cheras)'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TGVeeCzcFUI/AAAAAAAAAu8/7pBm34M0iIs/s72-c/130820101044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4985565080128319071</id><published>2010-08-09T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T14:17:22.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Shin and Roti Arab Telur</title><content type='html'>I saw someone order Roti Arab weeks ago when I had lunch at Bismi (at Carrefour Cheras) with my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a big, fat, tall bread with red dots on top. I had no idea what were the red dots. They look like cherries, or raisins to me back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like cherries and raisins, so the bread looked appetizing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague, Kak Waheeda said: "Roti sebesar ini, makan satu suap pun kenyang dah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(This bread is so big that you'll be full after eating just a spoonful.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the size of the bread, I think Kak Waheeda's statement might be true to a certain extent. I won't want to die because I'm too bloated (that's like, what a waste of life!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious about this roti which I've never knew it's existence before in my life,  I decided to order Roti Arab today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that, being a food lover with a huge appetite, it is quite unlikely that I will die because I'm too stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a tall, round, fluffy bread with egg on top, covered in mayonaise and dots of chili sauce. It is slightly crunchy on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is fluffy, it doesn't really fill you up. If you feel full, it's probably because they used planta and butter for this bread. For me, I don't really feel full after eating it, and I need to buy a slice of papaya after I finished my Roti Arab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happened while I was eating the roti though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose most people, like me,  had not heard of Roti Arab nor seen it before. So when my food was served, several customer next to me stared at it and asked the waiters "Apa tu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiters told them, it's roti arab. These customers stared at me again. By now, I've started eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard them speaking to their friends, "tai kui geh yong, hou chi hou hou sek wor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Look at her expression. Seems like this roti arab is quite delicious!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they call the waiters again, and said "saya mau roti dia tengah makan tu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(I want the bread that she's eating too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I've indirectly advertised for Bismi's Roti Arab. I should get paid for it! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the time when my sister told me "do you know that you have this funny power that makes whatever you're eating looks more delicious than usual? Whenever you eat something, you make me feel like eating whatever you're eating too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess she's not lying when she said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter is probably grateful of my "indirect advertisement", (or he's just a very kind, enthusiastic staff) so he came to me, with a huge smile on his face and asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Macam mana? Roti ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(How? Is the bread ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a food lover, it is quite difficult for me to find food that I don't like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a thumb up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled even wider, and started telling me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ini yang I bagi you, roti arab telur. Roti arab biasa tu cuma ada planta dan butter je, takder telur, mayo and chili punya. Lain kali you boleh try rasa lain. Kita ada roti arab kaya, roti arab sardin, macam-macam ada!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(The one I gave you is Roti Arab Telur. The normal Roti Arab only consists of planta and butter. It doesn't come with egg, mayonaise and chili sauce. Next time you can try different flavours. We have Roti Arab Kaya, Roti Arab Sardine and many other flavours!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get 5 star treatments at places where you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after I walk out of the restaurant, then only I realized something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I should have asked for a discount or some buy-1-free-1 coupon which can be used when I visit Bismi again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Roti Arab Telur at Bismi costs RM2.50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4985565080128319071?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4985565080128319071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/08/shin-and-roti-arab-telur.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4985565080128319071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4985565080128319071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/08/shin-and-roti-arab-telur.html' title='Shin and Roti Arab Telur'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-993336820396817732</id><published>2010-07-28T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:31:44.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='法律系的小偷'/><title type='text'>My Book Can Be Purchased Online Now!</title><content type='html'>Good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My book, 法律系的小偷 (translation: The Thief From Law Faculty) can be purchased online now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.rawangbook.com/goods.php?id=11"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the publisher, &lt;a href="http://rawangboy.com/"&gt;Rawangboy&lt;/a&gt;, for setting up this website to make it easier to purchase these books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to get these books nowadays, therefore, it is definitely easier to get them online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're interested in reading my story, or if you're a very kind angel who wants to show me a bit of encouragement (Which I'll appreciate a lot! Seriously), do visit &lt;a href="http://www.rawangbook.com/index.php"&gt;Rawangbook&lt;/a&gt; to get a copy of my book ya! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-993336820396817732?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/993336820396817732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-book-can-be-purchased-online-now.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/993336820396817732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/993336820396817732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-book-can-be-purchased-online-now.html' title='My Book Can Be Purchased Online Now!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8437070706647134117</id><published>2010-07-27T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:52:30.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to share'/><title type='text'>Nasty Things I Do When I'm a Kid</title><content type='html'>I'm so kind now, almost angel-like,  if you compare the current me with the me when I'm a kid. I was a real cruel kid. If there's an Animal Court of Justice, I would be the first to be sued and sentenced for the rest of my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smear ink on papa's glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After being scolded for doing #1, I realize it's wrong to smear ink on papa's glasses. Pour baby powder on his glasses instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scolded for doing #3. Realizing it's wrong, I now pour baby powder to the garden from the window upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Melt a candle in a container and put a piece of leaf or petal in it. Then, peel the wax off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pour melted candle on my hand. Then, peel it off. (How come I never find it "too hot"?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When I pass the aisle selling bras, I hit each and every of the bra, just to watch them sink and get back to normal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, are you ready to see some real gross and cruel things I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Catch an ant, cut its legs off with scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Throw ants in a container of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Put a rubber band around an ant and watch them circle in it. They just can't get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Cook a packet of instant mee with milk instead of water. Add in few mentos for "seasoning". The end result is, of course, inedible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Trap a fly in a plastic bag. Put the plastic bag on top of a car exposed to the sun. The fly dried up after 30 minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Trap a mosquito in a plastic bag and put the plastic bag in the fridge to freeze it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Trap an ant, put it in a small container filled with water, put it in freezer. Take out the ice cube and when the ice cube melts, try and see whether the ant is still alive. It's dead of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Take the fish out of aquarium and watch it struggle. When it looks like it's going to die, put it back to water. Repeat the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Behead grasshoppers by trapping them in containers, open the lid a little, when they try to jump out, I will slam the lid shut. Tadah! Beheaded. (It was an accident actually. I wanted to release it but I was too scared when I jump... hence beheaded it accidentally. For this count, I think I can plead manslaughter because I don't have the necessary mens rea)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8437070706647134117?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8437070706647134117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/nasty-things-i-do-when-im-kid.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8437070706647134117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8437070706647134117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/nasty-things-i-do-when-im-kid.html' title='Nasty Things I Do When I&apos;m a Kid'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-418697595354797341</id><published>2010-07-24T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:21:26.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>And so I baked cupcakes for KV's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TEr0gymKLdI/AAAAAAAAAus/d7DEGn8Y0rQ/s1600/16072010890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497475139333926354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TEr0gymKLdI/AAAAAAAAAus/d7DEGn8Y0rQ/s400/16072010890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top was quite crunchy. The inside was kind of sweet though, as complained by my cousin brother (I personally like the sweetness since I have a sweet tooth). That's because I use 1/4 cup condensed milk and 3/4 cup HL milk. If I want the sweetness level to be more "normal", I should have used 1 cup of evaporated milk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TEr0hKyu5WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/h3Yp2stbZ6o/s1600/16072010891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497475145829115234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TEr0hKyu5WI/AAAAAAAAAu0/h3Yp2stbZ6o/s400/16072010891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After frosting. Okay I know it doesn't look very nice but I seriously put in a lot of effort because this frosting was too stiff for piping bags and I have to spoon it on the cakes. Spent lots of time on it! Seriously!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So even if it doesn't look nice, please do put your hands together for my effort anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/3904257464344556760-418697595354797341?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/418697595354797341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcakes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/418697595354797341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/418697595354797341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TEr0gymKLdI/AAAAAAAAAus/d7DEGn8Y0rQ/s72-c/16072010890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-3322583416853002612</id><published>2010-07-19T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:39:49.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>Secondary School Couples.</title><content type='html'>I was eating tosai with three colleagues of mine, two of them being senior staff around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We noticed a Malay couple eating at the same restaurant, clearly dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One of my colleagues that I respect very much for her kindness and patience in guiding new staff and attachment students like me - Kak W, voiced her displeasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pakai baju sekolah dah mula dating dating dah. Bazir duit mak papa. Dulu kita lepas sekolah terus balik rumah, mana ada dating dating macam nih? Kalau ada masyarakat bertegur mesti aku dah tegur dua orang ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I must admit that I'm surprised to hear such remark. I'm not against secondary school students dating each other, (and my parents have no objections over such relationships either) even though I've never been in a relationship during secondary school years. For me, though we've seen many cases of how secondary school relationships ruin the future of these youths, these kind of relationship can sometimes do more good than harm, depending on the nature of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you are the type that waste money like water and pick up bad habits and do all kinds of unreasonable things and make people worry about chances of you getting pregnant/going for abortion, of course you are not setting a good example for secondary school couples... But if you are one of those rare couples who consider studying with your lover in the library as a way of dating, and you can be sensible in your relationship (as in, you're not too influenced by the ups and downs of your relationship to the extent where you can't study properly), and spend your money wisely (as in, you don't overspend, and you don't ask your parents for extra dating money), I don't think your parents, or anyone around you, will object to your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My colleague had shared her love story with me, and I think that's a very good example of a secondary school love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My colleague here was in love with a guy during Form 3, if I'm not mistaken. That guy came from a family where his parents were lawyers. His ambition was to be a lawyer to help around his parents' firm. My colleague loved him so much that she wants to a lawyer too, in order to help the guy around his parents' firm. So she studied as hard as she can, trying to score as many A as that guy scores, and guess what? She is a lawyer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Look at where her puppy love had led her to. It actually makes her a lawyer. Can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Secondary school dating can be very beneficial sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "4fe546ab0677518197f6377f911a25c5";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-3322583416853002612?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3322583416853002612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/secondary-school-couples.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3322583416853002612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3322583416853002612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/secondary-school-couples.html' title='Secondary School Couples.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1491245643434825286</id><published>2010-07-03T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:22:25.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>Who Ate the Biscuits?</title><content type='html'>I like to try new mascara and eyeshadow and all sort of moisturizer when I window-shop, and I enjoy trying new cookies, oats, drinks, ice cream, and whatever other items that are being offered, but this is just a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TC9CvGkbooI/AAAAAAAAAuk/rH7bFGaxrHw/s1600/02072010838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489679847772627586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TC9CvGkbooI/AAAAAAAAAuk/rH7bFGaxrHw/s400/02072010838.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's an adult who did this, well, shame on that fella. If it's a kid, for heaven's sake, would the parent please do something about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids. They don't know what's right and what's wrong. They need to be guided, taught, advised, and sometimes, scolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was three. Or four. Well, around that age lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother brought me to a grocery shop. She was paying for eggs and some other stuff at the counter while I walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a chocolate ball wrapped in paper with football pattern. It was just so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would make great snack while I watch Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pocketted it. I didn't realize I was thieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I wanted to unwrap it and eat it. My mother saw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's that thing in your hand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who gave you that? I never buy that for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took it from the grocery shop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She marched me back to the grocery shop, make me return the chocolate ball to the tauke, apologized to him, marched me home again and started scolding and lecturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I first learn that taking something without paying is not a right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, kids being kids, they forget things very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that, I "stole" pencil leads, reason being my mother had never bought me mechanical pencil - according to her, it's difficult enough to teach a lefthanded kid to use a pencil. She's not going to trouble herself to teach me how to use mechanical pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I find mechanical pencil and leads very attractive. They're like magic wands to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;("wah, press press the top part then I can write! Wah, got eraser on top also! Wah, can put lead inside one! Wah wah wah wah, so geng!")&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I don't have pockets. However, my shirt was nicely tucked into my shorts. So I put the leads inside my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I forgot about the leads. I was very tired, so I took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sleeping, the leads fell out. My mother discovered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was marched back to the shop... the whole process repeats itself. The only difference was, this time I was scolded for a longer period, in a louder voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was punished too. Had to pull my ears and kneel in front of the altar until my father got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I keep praying for him to get home as soon as possible because I was really tired, but unfortunately, he got home quite late that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OT. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! That just goes to show how important parents are in educating their children. Scolding is, IMHO, necessary, even when your children hate you, and write something stupid in their diary like "I wish my parents will die tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I used to do that when I was eight. That's when I first learned how to write "die" in Mandarin. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and kids are forgetful. They need to be lectured and scolded over and over again until they remember what's right and what's wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1491245643434825286?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1491245643434825286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-ate-biscuits.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1491245643434825286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1491245643434825286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/07/who-ate-biscuits.html' title='Who Ate the Biscuits?'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TC9CvGkbooI/AAAAAAAAAuk/rH7bFGaxrHw/s72-c/02072010838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2574195738146885372</id><published>2010-06-26T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:50:15.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health Tips'/><title type='text'>Scoliosis</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaEqHRD-QI/AAAAAAAAAys/rt0-GI5OivA/s1600/151020101278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532255051311216898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaEqHRD-QI/AAAAAAAAAys/rt0-GI5OivA/s400/151020101278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at this picture. I thought my backbone look quite straight in thic picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(on top of that, I think I have quite a good figure too =x )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mum had different opinion thought. She always thought my shoulders looked "wrong".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she dragged a reluctant me to Pantai Hospital Ampang for X-Ray, and to consult Dr Liow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDi3LqubI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Mhw4PMhinkA/s1600/211020101328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532253827222911410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaDi3LqubI/AAAAAAAAAyU/Mhw4PMhinkA/s400/211020101328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please ignore the Mandarin characters in the picture. It was there because I had to put the X-Ray under light so that it can be reflected clearly in the picture. The Mandarin characters come from a painting actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the bottom part of my backbone seem a bit crooked? Dr Liow said I had scoliosis. 15 degrees, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really serious, but he said it will/might bend more and more in future, and he predicted that by the age of 50, I will be hunching quite badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to correct it is through surgery, but there's no point in going under the knife for something so minor, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dr Liow suggested me to maintain the current situation by drinking at least 3 cups of milk a day (alternatively, take a tablet of 600mg calcium pill), avoid carrying heavy stuff, and monitor it by going for X-Ray every ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope that this will really keep me 'straight'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dashes off for a cup of milk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S It is quite unlikely that I will be able to avoid carrying heavy stuff. I carry mami's groceries bags, 5 or 6 bags in both hands at a time. Oh well, maybe the fact that I carry bags of almost equal weight in both hands probably help balance my bones. LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2574195738146885372?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2574195738146885372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/12/scoliosis.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2574195738146885372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2574195738146885372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/12/scoliosis.html' title='Scoliosis'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TMaEqHRD-QI/AAAAAAAAAys/rt0-GI5OivA/s72-c/151020101278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4351874162232962506</id><published>2010-06-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:38:14.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>I Thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;(otak sikit tak betul when I write this. This is a post written just for the sake of ranting and venting. Perfectly ignorable post.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can have a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so I selfishly thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I can, once in a while, be like Cleopatra. A dictator. I thought I can control and command and rule and watch my object obey to my whatever unreasonable demands. Watch my object suffer while I laugh my head off, enjoying the sight of my object suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic, oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I selfishly thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I am the top priority. I thought I come before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I am wrong. I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed. I can't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't have a right to feel disappointed, because I was being really selfish; but hey, so what if I'm selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with my work, with my career, with my job; nor does it has anything to do with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, this is my personal life. I don't have to be professionally corteous and motivated and enthusiastic and polite and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can mess up my personal life, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be a bad girl after working hours, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I want after working hours, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I want to be bad all the time. Usually I try to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that sometimes, just sometimes, girls being girls, I get sensitive, I get paranoid, I want to test your response, I want to see how you will react, I want to see what will happen when I put you through the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what girls do. It's normal. I'm not doing anything weird. Weird for guys, but I'm sure it's completely normal for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I want to say good bye. I want to find a new piece of land where I can fulfill my Cleopatra dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find an object that is willing to obey to my every single demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, all I want is a slave to feed my ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4351874162232962506?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4351874162232962506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thought.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4351874162232962506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4351874162232962506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thought.html' title='I Thought...'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-108746679004998917</id><published>2010-06-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:25:25.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nando&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Learning to Eat Corn!</title><content type='html'>When I order Nando's 1/4 chicken with 2 sidelines, the two sidelines will always be fresco salad and coleslaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very first time I'm ordering Peri Corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M2TIFODmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RSr8g_5O0O4/s1600/31032010102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454763275890593378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M2TIFODmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RSr8g_5O0O4/s400/31032010102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried not to order corn when I'm eating outside because I only know how to eat corn by holding it both sides with both my hands and munch it like a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very un-ladylike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I decided to challenge myself to eat corn without using hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M2Tj0JDiI/AAAAAAAAAns/3uvDBZXhoGw/s1600/31032010103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454763283335155234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M2Tj0JDiI/AAAAAAAAAns/3uvDBZXhoGw/s400/31032010103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And yes, I managed it! Mwahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a combination of two methods:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Fork it and munch. (it's not very ladylike either, actually)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. For the remaining few rows that I just can't fork, I tried to cut them off with fork and knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad eh for an amateur corn eater?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I deserve a diploma for Corn-eating Etiquette =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-108746679004998917?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/108746679004998917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/learning-to-eat-corn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/108746679004998917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/108746679004998917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/learning-to-eat-corn.html' title='Learning to Eat Corn!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M2TIFODmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RSr8g_5O0O4/s72-c/31032010102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2824447379972225662</id><published>2010-06-16T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:54:50.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>A Letter to My Parents</title><content type='html'>Dear parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I thought I know what you want. I thought. I don't bother to discuss my problems with you. I assume that I know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize, to assume is to make an ass out of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer the rebellious girl I used to be when I was a secondary school student. I've learned to respect your views more. I've learned to communicate, to discuss matters with you, no matter how trivial; because I know it matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realize, I don't actually understand what you want from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are actually more open-minded than I thought you are. The more I listened to you, the more ashamed I felt. I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you would want me to always persevere, to take whatever sh*t people give me, because it is one of the Hakka's virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall you telling me: "We Hakka are poor folks. We bear with everything. We work as hard as we can to survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, I am not allowed to quit, no matter how bad the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, that's not how you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me, daughter, your safety comes first, and don't do meaningless work. We know you hate the feeling of having nothing to do in the office. You are used to the concept of getting paid for your work. We know you don't like to get paid by doing nothing. We know, because we are like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me, daughter, since your colleague had been so nice to recommend you to another firm, why not give yourself a chance? God had opened another door for you, it would be foolish not to step in and have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me, daughter, we understand your feelings. Through your previous working experiences you have learned to be a responsible worker. We know you feel irresponsible to quit, we understand how guilty you feel, but daughter, we want you to understand, sometimes it's okay to be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to hear all these. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your useful advice, my dear parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2824447379972225662?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2824447379972225662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2824447379972225662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2824447379972225662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-my-parents.html' title='A Letter to My Parents'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-9093531215780544642</id><published>2010-06-07T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:59:31.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxesA3QxOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/um91CS2wmDQ/s1600/31052010699.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so in love with Ikea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... When I'm just browsing and not intending to buy anything there. Because (for me lah ) it's kind of troublesome to write down everything you want, taking note of the aisle number and stuff and walk the entire showroom to buy perhaps just a small piece of furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! There's so many things that I want to own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go around ooh-ing and ahh-ing and thinking to myself this is what I've always wanted to have in my future house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeMuFRrNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vOLhEFQBj3Q/s1600/06062010733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858419224653010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeMuFRrNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vOLhEFQBj3Q/s400/06062010733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Not fair. I look older than my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum kept telling me, "do you know I've wanted to decorate your bedroom and the kitchen and the living room like this and like that since your father and I move to this house but after all these years your father still won't let my dream come true?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeJ8Dm3lI/AAAAAAAAAt0/mJF4RNvhMEc/s1600/06062010724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858371436142162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeJ8Dm3lI/AAAAAAAAAt0/mJF4RNvhMEc/s400/06062010724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she kept hinting that when I start to work I should save money to make her dreams come true. I wonder how many jobs I'm going to need to make both her and my dream come true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeL70t7bI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kJG4zubNxCU/s1600/06062010731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858405733428658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeL70t7bI/AAAAAAAAAuM/kJG4zubNxCU/s400/06062010731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I probably need to work day and night for a couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway I really hope to have this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeK_8yKII/AAAAAAAAAt8/iqP_qqdo6M0/s1600/06062010728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479858389661132930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeK_8yKII/AAAAAAAAAt8/iqP_qqdo6M0/s400/06062010728.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-9093531215780544642?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/9093531215780544642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/ikea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/9093531215780544642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/9093531215780544642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/ikea.html' title='Ikea'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAxeMuFRrNI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vOLhEFQBj3Q/s72-c/06062010733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5506541020230627654</id><published>2010-06-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:18:45.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Attachment</title><content type='html'>At first I tell myself and everyone around, I'm not going to get a job this year, because I want to have fun and relax, so I can strive for my final year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Date KV for three days when he came to KL and we had lots of fun together, which of course involve spending money, and every time I whip out a note from my purse, whether it is a RM1, RM5 or RM10, it made me feel "oh god I'm so poor I need money I need a job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And then I got called for interview for jobs I applied last year, which kind of made me feel like, yes, it's time to get a job. I've played for three days, and that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Initially I just wanted to get any job where I can get high pay/reasonably good pay, so I thought, I'll settle for any clerical job, or promoting job, whatever job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then Mary told me she was looking for attachment and how difficult it is to get one. And KV start telling me how he read in magazines that attachments are important for future employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, my dad had nagged me to get an attachment for ages, but since it was my dad who told me, I didn't really listen to him. He's always pressuring me in everything I do. When I study, he pressured me to be the best student. But I never was the best - at best I was the second best. When I write a book, he pressured me about how I should aim to be a bestseller. But the book was just a simple story, it was nothing like a second Harry Potter. I've always wanted to tell him that I'm not the super duper multi talented daughter he thought he should have. I'm just someone ordinary who, despite giving my best shot, don't always achieve the best. I've realized my limits but it appears that he didn't, and he probably never will, so sometimes I tend to hear what he says but never truly listen, so as to not add unnecessary stress to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, when people around me start all the I-want-an-attachment talk, I start to think, maybe I need one, too. I don't know how to get one, though. There were jobs on Elawyer about chambering and stuff but under the attachment section there was nothing. When I flip through The Star there were jobs for lawyers, legal assistants, conveyancing clerks, but no one ask for attachment student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I tried to apply for conveyancing clerks. The first firm I called ask me if I have any experience. I told them no, but I'm a second year law student. They said, oh I see, maybe you can send us your resume and we'll consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I sent them my resume, and I never get a reply. Something similar happened to the second firm I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I realize that I'm not even qualified to be a conveyancing clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I apply for general clerk and junior conveyancing clerk. The next thing I know, I was called for interviews at three firms. I picked one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  During the interview, I was told and asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you are a law student. Why would you want to be a clerk? We want permanent clerks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I asked the lawyer who interviewed me, can she consider me for an attachment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  She said she doesn't like ATC students because they are too spoon-fed, and she told me "you don't look like you can litigate", (at this point I really thought she's going to reject me) but she was a very kind person: she gave me a chance, she offered me attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My attachment begins next thursday. I heard attachments are very, very tough. Hopefully I'll be able to do my job well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wish me luck, and share your survival tips with me if you have any!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5506541020230627654?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5506541020230627654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/attachment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5506541020230627654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5506541020230627654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/attachment.html' title='Attachment'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4617543807801167161</id><published>2010-06-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:45:14.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Sweet.</title><content type='html'>I think a lot of nonsense, most of them being pessimistic thoughts. I think more nonsense when I'm under pressure ie during exam month. One day while I'm studying for exams I start thinking negatively again. I think KV aka Penyu is already bored of me and he wants a different girlfriend. And I came up with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Less and less significant&lt;br /&gt;Some day I will be non-existent&lt;br /&gt;No man is worth a lady's effort that's what I've learned&lt;br /&gt;So I'll coldly turn&lt;br /&gt;With a heart that no longer yearn&lt;br /&gt;And just be stern&lt;br /&gt;Let this love burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied to each and every sentence of my so-called poem. Those in bracket are his replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Less and less significant&lt;br /&gt;(wrong cause you're not significant but is my heartbeat)&lt;br /&gt;Some day I will be non-existent&lt;br /&gt;(never once you are off my mind)&lt;br /&gt;No man is worth a lady's effort that's what I've learned&lt;br /&gt;(am a man that will prove that the effort you put in is worthy)&lt;br /&gt;So I'll coldly turn&lt;br /&gt;(you turn where also i'll be in front of you)&lt;br /&gt;With a heart that no longer yearn&lt;br /&gt;(but I always yearn for you since day 1)&lt;br /&gt;And just be stern&lt;br /&gt;(stern liao not cute de o)&lt;br /&gt;Let this love burn&lt;br /&gt;(why must always say like this one :( )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I find it awfully sweet - except the reply to the forth sentence which sounds a little Ju-on-ish =P - but overall I'm still quite touched at his effort to help me kill my negative thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart melted*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4617543807801167161?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4617543807801167161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4617543807801167161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4617543807801167161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/06/sweet.html' title='Sweet.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-475026331017573556</id><published>2010-05-31T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:18:01.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>To Go Or Not to Go</title><content type='html'>Actually I applied for this job around May last year. They allow you to apply for five jobs. I think Jurubahasa was my second choice. My first was Pembantu Undang-undang if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately two months ago I received a letter from them, asking me to attend interview for some kind of clerical job for stuff like IC application (something like that, can't remember). I didn't turn up for the interview of course, since I was busy with studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I got this offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAPQGI43pKI/AAAAAAAAAts/ifr9zFULluU/s1600/31052010699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477450375696458914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAPQGI43pKI/AAAAAAAAAts/ifr9zFULluU/s400/31052010699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was something about the job that really attracts me - well, I guess anything that is language-related sounds interesting to me. So I really want this job actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know if they really want temporary workers? They can only confirm whether I'm hired or not by 19th July, which means it is only possible for me to work for them 1 month ++; furthermore I have to go to Putrajaya for the interview - what if I want to work at Putrajaya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's kind of far for an amateur driver like me, and I'm not sure if I'm that good a driver to be able to drive that far.&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;Of course, when there's a will there's a way, so the main problem is still whether they hire temporary workers or not. Been trying to find the answer to this question on the website but I couldn't find the answer yet. &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;Well, worse come to worst, I'll just wait until the interview day aka 16th June to know the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'll better prepare a resume in BM first. I've never prepared a resume in BM before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-475026331017573556?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/475026331017573556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-go-or-not-to-go.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/475026331017573556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/475026331017573556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title='To Go Or Not to Go'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAPQGI43pKI/AAAAAAAAAts/ifr9zFULluU/s72-c/31052010699.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4075052115834146267</id><published>2010-05-30T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:19:34.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>National Geographic, Level 3, Lot 10</title><content type='html'>A place selling 15 bucks pasta, 120 bucks t-shirts, extremely soft and cuddly stuffed animals, books about almost all kind of stuff, microscope, binoculars with compass, their magazines, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1BYF4dI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OMJpZDMEONg/s1600/30052010619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477082844738478546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1BYF4dI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OMJpZDMEONg/s400/30052010619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nice decoration, but I was expecting a little more than what I saw. Something cooler, you know. Something that makes your mouth forms the shape of "O". Something that really amazes you. Something that really spells "National Geographic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I don't think a couple of normal looking t-shirt that are made of recycled materials could have done the trick. I mean, there are already lingeries and jerseys made using recycled materials. It makes you go "wow!" but not double "wow!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frankly speaking, apart from the gizmo, my favourite things sold in the store were the books. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1gOdnlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CpfLkmYKWD8/s1600/30052010620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477082853019590226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1gOdnlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/CpfLkmYKWD8/s400/30052010620.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bag. A bag that really caught our eyes. Everything about this bag looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the price tag that says 120++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1yYB48I/AAAAAAAAAss/Kh6mpYB6b1Y/s1600/30052010623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477082857891554242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1yYB48I/AAAAAAAAAss/Kh6mpYB6b1Y/s400/30052010623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later on we went to Sungai Weng and took pictures. That wasn't in our plan actually but we just happened to stumble across the shop, and I've wanted to do it long long time ago, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKDaaZCAdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/p9jBXvoWJ2o/s1600/CCF05302010_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477084586620092882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKDaaZCAdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/p9jBXvoWJ2o/s400/CCF05302010_00000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to enlarge it when I scan it T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to take pictures of them with my phone instead, but the flash covered either my face/his face/our body parts so they didn't turn out to look very nice. This is the only decent picture I snapped with my phone without the flash covering us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It nicely covered the panda's white face instead, with the effect of whitening the panda's panda eye (pun intended) =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKCszxPuwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/obRAGFlYqDY/s1600/30052010668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477083803158559490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKCszxPuwI/AAAAAAAAAtM/obRAGFlYqDY/s400/30052010668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I secara amat perasan think it looks like some kind of poster for some Taiwan drama =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a haircut after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKCr6jZ8gI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QkEtk61eyT8/s1600/30052010625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477083787799687682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKCr6jZ8gI/AAAAAAAAAs0/QkEtk61eyT8/s400/30052010625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Ignore the two models accidentally captured in the picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, before I had my hair cut, I always complain about my hair - how untidy it is, how ugly it is, etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the stylist start cutting my hair, I suddenly realize that my hair is actually beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a sudden urge to scream and jump up and ask him to stop cutting my hair. I think it's because it took me a lot of effort to manage to get medium length hair. Seriously, it is not easy for someone who habitually gets a haircut whenever she is stressed/bored to refrain from cutting her hair for about 10 months or so. I used to cut my hair every few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kind of regretted when I saw how short my hair had turned out to be. Okay, I know it wasn't very long in the first place, but I still think it is so much shorter now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not used to it because it look so evenly chopped now. But I guess I'll be used to my new hairstyle after a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when I forget how my old hair looks like, and the feeling that "my hair always look like this" start to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB0T8knhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8opvE46iDJ0/s1600/30052010615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477082832543456786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB0T8knhI/AAAAAAAAAsM/8opvE46iDJ0/s400/30052010615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that happen... Sayonara, my hair =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB0j0Yo2I/AAAAAAAAAsU/XVcL2bRF8t4/s1600/30052010617.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4075052115834146267?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4075052115834146267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-geographic-level-3-lot-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4075052115834146267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4075052115834146267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/national-geographic-level-3-lot-10.html' title='National Geographic, Level 3, Lot 10'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAKB1BYF4dI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OMJpZDMEONg/s72-c/30052010619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5799652070867168775</id><published>2010-05-29T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T11:43:04.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sakae sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston'/><title type='text'>From Karaoke to...</title><content type='html'>... Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow Ernie wasn't in the mood for karaoke. It was quite a disappointment for my mum and I, who were already so excited about singing and screaming our lungs off. However, as food lovers we have to admit that having nice Japanese food as as an alternative to Karaoke is actually quite a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Kani Avocado Salad. Didn't really like it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Avocado doesn't taste nice when it is not blended.&lt;br /&gt;2. I prefer salmon over crabmeat.&lt;br /&gt;3. They served sesame sauce, which tastes like soy sauce to me. I prefer Sakae Salad, where sweet plum sauce is served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEewveMVjI/AAAAAAAAArM/PakPv1GrzNc/s1600/29052010594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692444584891954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEewveMVjI/AAAAAAAAArM/PakPv1GrzNc/s400/29052010594.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happily posing with my salad because I haven't tried the sauce yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEexNQNj-I/AAAAAAAAArU/q4p80MJgID0/s1600/29052010595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692452579315682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEexNQNj-I/AAAAAAAAArU/q4p80MJgID0/s400/29052010595.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The salad wasn't nice (IMHO), nor was it fulfilling. I had two more plates of salmon sushi after I had the salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reason as to why I like Japanese food is because I get to eat raw fish and raw octopus (unagi being an exception). I think they are sweet and juicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never a fan of tempura, miso soup, katsu don, udon, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was smarter. She ordered potato salad. Cheap and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, she was the first who ordered but last to be served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEexpYwnuI/AAAAAAAAArc/J6QiAckCTqw/s1600/29052010596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692460131360482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEexpYwnuI/AAAAAAAAArc/J6QiAckCTqw/s400/29052010596.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ernie had some rice with chicken - I can't remember the name but it definitely is not Katsu Don. The portion was really really small. She needed six more sushi to feel full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEex88e6eI/AAAAAAAAArk/lLJ7uKsJEpo/s1600/29052010597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692465381468642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEex88e6eI/AAAAAAAAArk/lLJ7uKsJEpo/s400/29052010597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy acting cute while waiting for Ernie to finish her sushi. She's better than me when it comes to camwhoring. One of her hobby was to camwhore with my old N73.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite unbelievable, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEeyYZ0soI/AAAAAAAAArs/N17SgnIlGdQ/s1600/29052010598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476692472752288386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEeyYZ0soI/AAAAAAAAArs/N17SgnIlGdQ/s400/29052010598.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think she look a bit like Lady Gaga. Fat version =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I tried to challenge her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEfhfxno1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/5a28k_duQl0/s1600/29052010599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476693282184995666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEfhfxno1I/AAAAAAAAAr0/5a28k_duQl0/s400/29052010599.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Didn't turn out to be too bad, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The statement "tall girls can't act cute" is definitely a myth! =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, even if I can't be as cute as her, at least I know I can defeat her in one aspect for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BODY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture taken while we were waiting for Ernie to try on some jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEfhnz2Z9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/e5PMXb8iFvM/s1600/29052010600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476693284341835730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEfhnz2Z9I/AAAAAAAAAr8/e5PMXb8iFvM/s400/29052010600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's the winner? The answer is soooooooooo obvious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mwahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hours of window shopping and shopping, we went to Boston for dinner. Mummy complained about the curry mee. She said it was so bad that she could only finish half of the bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, on the other hand, find the sandwich reasonably tasty. I like the combination of steamed bread, chicken floss, egg, tomato, cucumber and ham. (I think there's cheese too, but I wasn't too sure about it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, paying 10 bucks for 4 pieces of sandwich is quite expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEfiIBOrEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/HIXfbzWfRAI/s1600/29052010601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476693292987886658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEfiIBOrEI/AAAAAAAAAsE/HIXfbzWfRAI/s400/29052010601.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mummy also complained that the waiters here are not professional enough. They were playing with each other in front of us customers, poking and jabbing each other, laughing loudly, jumping around (lilterally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most probably won't pay Boston a second visit unless someone points a gun at my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5799652070867168775?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5799652070867168775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-karaoke-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5799652070867168775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5799652070867168775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-karaoke-to.html' title='From Karaoke to...'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEewveMVjI/AAAAAAAAArM/PakPv1GrzNc/s72-c/29052010594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-7717340310634094281</id><published>2010-05-29T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:59:28.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Fruit Salad!</title><content type='html'>I told myself and my family, after I finish my exams, I must eat asam laksa, tom yam (both forbidden during exam month), and FRUIT SALAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not forbidden during exam month, but I simply don't have the time to make it. You need to spend long time choosing fresh fruits at the supermarket and peeling and dicing them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was more work involved in our original recipe around 10 years back. We used to peel off the grape's skin, which is extremely difficult. Seriously. So we got lazier and nowadays we no longer peel off the grape's skin, and we cut the grapes into halves instead of quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness is not a sin. It is a skill acquired through the process of learning :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the fruit salad, before the mayo was poured in. We had mango, kiwi, watermelon, strawberry, apple, pear, dragonfruit, peach and grape - yeah, I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to include pineapple but the bowl wasn't big enough x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEbbvUfmUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jjYCk_ZEdqg/s1600/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476688785232075074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEbbvUfmUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jjYCk_ZEdqg/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mayo was poured in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look a bit disgusting because the dragonfruit turned everything red. Should have bought the white one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't really matter actually because as a fruit lover I love it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEbbwdN7TI/AAAAAAAAArE/ECB0jponBJU/s1600/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476688785537101106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEbbwdN7TI/AAAAAAAAArE/ECB0jponBJU/s400/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh God. I really love fruit salad so much. For my birthday this year, can I have fruit salad instead of birthday cake? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can try to balance candles on top of the fruits in order to not destroy the birthday tradition =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-7717340310634094281?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7717340310634094281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruit-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/7717340310634094281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/7717340310634094281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/fruit-salad.html' title='Fruit Salad!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TAEbbvUfmUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/jjYCk_ZEdqg/s72-c/%E5%9B%BE%E5%83%8F040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1294167008116757704</id><published>2010-05-28T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:21:39.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Stupid Things I Draw When I'm Bored of Studying</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you study and study and you lose concentration (happens to me all the time). The hand holding the pen which is supposed to be writing down key words and key cases to enhance your memory suddenly start writing and scribbling and drawing whatever it is not supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts drawing Doraemon. Well, it's supposed to be Doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CTF2weqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/k9nBhFdiQxo/s1600/11052010427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309305150962338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CTF2weqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/k9nBhFdiQxo/s400/11052010427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then it starts drawing my sister Ernie and I. The one on the left is supposed to be Ernie and the one on the right is supposed to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CSuJtn-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/pVLwHMSpm5s/s1600/11052010420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309298788016098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CSuJtn-I/AAAAAAAAAqk/pVLwHMSpm5s/s400/11052010420.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course in reality we are not ugly as my drawings. This is how we look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CSJW3A4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BHH8JwYmJzQ/s1600/01052010315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476309288911045506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CSJW3A4I/AAAAAAAAAqc/BHH8JwYmJzQ/s400/01052010315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing I never take courses that require me to draw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1294167008116757704?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1294167008116757704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-things-i-draw-when-im-bored-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1294167008116757704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1294167008116757704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/stupid-things-i-draw-when-im-bored-of.html' title='Stupid Things I Draw When I&apos;m Bored of Studying'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S__CTF2weqI/AAAAAAAAAqs/k9nBhFdiQxo/s72-c/11052010427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5378882369319899201</id><published>2010-05-27T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:42:15.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Naan Penyu</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when you study, you lose concentration and you start thinking all kind of crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was this day during exam month when I was studying and lose concentration (as usual), I start thinking about KV, and how people call him my nan peng you aka boyfriend, and then it suddenly occurs to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  That nan peng you sounds like "naan penyu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S_6LgUnHSPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZIAA2KI6k0k/s1600/13052010434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475967584333940978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S_6LgUnHSPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZIAA2KI6k0k/s400/13052010434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naan penyu is a creature that exists in my imagination. It looks like a penyu but it has a naan as shell. Kashmiri naan, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or garlic cheese butter naan. Depending on which naan I feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The naan is important for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, it is my food. With naan penyu around, I will never be hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, it is a weapon. When naan penyu is attacked, the naan will start rotating and fly towards the enemy, injuring them fatally, and then fly back to naan penyu like a boomerang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Study till gila already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it is KV aka naan penyu's obligation to gila with me, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S_6LgFazOdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/RrRiYIyGRBA/s1600/Lovely+naan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475967580255762898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S_6LgFazOdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/RrRiYIyGRBA/s400/Lovely+naan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day after I start calling him naan penyu, he told me "naan penyu wants to give you a naan if you are hungry", and then he MMS me this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I am now known as mermaid, naan penyu's owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5378882369319899201?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5378882369319899201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/naan-penyu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5378882369319899201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5378882369319899201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/naan-penyu.html' title='Naan Penyu'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S_6LgUnHSPI/AAAAAAAAAqU/ZIAA2KI6k0k/s72-c/13052010434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-728606716661386992</id><published>2010-05-06T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:17:00.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamborghini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>Lamborghini Spotted!</title><content type='html'>Oh my God a real Lamborghini! KV saw it first. He saw it from 2nd floor of Times Square. It was parked outside Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this happened few months ago actually but I only remember it when I saw the pictures in my phone. LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this I've only seen it in magazines and remote control toy shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was attracting most shoppers attention - from Malaysians to Blacks to Mat Salleh. People are looking at it from near and from far, from G floor, 1st floor and 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wasted no time in rushing to its side to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admire and take pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7LAHbtqDAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zBpqZcO4v08/s1600/25426_376080579471_606539471_3719140_36500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454633332629965826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7LAHbtqDAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zBpqZcO4v08/s400/25426_376080579471_606539471_3719140_36500_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first it felt embarrassing to take picture with god-knows-whose car. The embarrassment disappeared when we noticed others taking picture of the car with DSLR. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rupa-rupanya got people more kua jiong than me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked the security guard, whose car is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us: "aku punya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7LAHlV2WpI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sU3duKRjyTo/s1600/25426_376080379471_606539471_3719133_4137425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454633335214463634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7LAHlV2WpI/AAAAAAAAAnc/sU3duKRjyTo/s400/25426_376080379471_606539471_3719133_4137425_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously I need a strong and cheap oversize carry-all tote! Backpack is useful but it doesn't look good in pictures, and I need another small bag when I wear pocket-less skirts and I always end up looking like bag-seller in pictures! Hate that feeling *cries**sobs**moans**groans**kneel down and punches the ground*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Couldn't even pose properly! Too excited! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way the phrase "she's my owner" was added to cover the tourists in the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And it, of course, expressed my desire to own a real Lamborghini. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-728606716661386992?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/728606716661386992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/lamborghini-spotted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/728606716661386992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/728606716661386992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/05/lamborghini-spotted.html' title='Lamborghini Spotted!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7LAHbtqDAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zBpqZcO4v08/s72-c/25426_376080579471_606539471_3719140_36500_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8836844261342005267</id><published>2010-05-03T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:28:26.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Tau Sa Pau Is Shrinking</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time tau sa pau/bun with red bean paste is not as small as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it can fit into my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M7TdG4soI/AAAAAAAAAoU/sqP00mMoc-8/s1600/27032010070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454768779092865666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M7TdG4soI/AAAAAAAAAoU/sqP00mMoc-8/s400/27032010070.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It costs 90 cents and I don't feel full at all after consuming it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite RotiBoy keep shrinking too while its price soars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How saddening :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8836844261342005267?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8836844261342005267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/tau-sa-pau-is-shrinking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8836844261342005267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8836844261342005267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/tau-sa-pau-is-shrinking.html' title='Tau Sa Pau Is Shrinking'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7M7TdG4soI/AAAAAAAAAoU/sqP00mMoc-8/s72-c/27032010070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-5559856612299624130</id><published>2010-04-25T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:46:26.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>Last Date</title><content type='html'>Dolled up for our last date before exams. Must give him some super duper good memory of me before we get separated for long long time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;My actual intention was to make sure that he'll always remember "my girlfriend so pretty, surely there's plenty of guys going after her, so I must always sayang sayang her even when she's far away so she won't be tempted into accepting love from other guys."&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to announce that this method don't work because he's amazingly confident :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish he's a little insecure in our relationship so he'll be more motivated to pamper me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us ladies are greedy. We are never easy to satisfy =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9QykyHXAvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fmcsmKkhrkw/s1600/25826_382617964471_606539471_3883212_3521558_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464047855416574706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9QykyHXAvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fmcsmKkhrkw/s400/25826_382617964471_606539471_3883212_3521558_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We watched When in Rome. After that, we had lunch at BBQ Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, we watched The Losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think both of us actually get lazier when exams get nearer (dah hilang motivation. I keep getting this funny feeling that exam is over), which explains why we opt to watch two movies in a day. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed both movies as they are both funny, and of course, girls being girls, I enjoy When in Rome more! Wish I can enjoy the vanity of being chased like crazy by a bunch of guys too, but I would prefer to have a bunch of guys that have better looks, more talented, richer etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's a price one must pay for watching two movies in a day, which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... super duper sakit mata la OMG. I was straining my eyes when we walked to Sungai Wang to check out ipad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sold for RM2600 but I don't know if that's the real thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway I'm more tempted to have Google Nexus One ever since KV told me about the voice keyboard function thingy - it'll be so useful for note-taking in lectures! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me iPad is like enlarged version of iPhone without the calling + sms function, so I'm not really tempted by it. But maybe one day I'll change my mind. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9QylEcnljI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wuUJuXf17DE/s1600/23042010234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464047860337579570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9QylEcnljI/AAAAAAAAAqE/wuUJuXf17DE/s400/23042010234.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Dinner at Wai Sek Kai at Pudu because we wanted to eat at somewhere we don't usually have our dinner at yet somewhere cheap.&lt;/p&gt;Oily face because our outing started at 11am and this picture was taken around 7.20pm. I actually blotted my face with oil blotting paper twice but it still look like this =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there'll be no dating for one whole month =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-5559856612299624130?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/5559856612299624130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-date.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5559856612299624130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/5559856612299624130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-date.html' title='Last Date'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9QykyHXAvI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fmcsmKkhrkw/s72-c/25826_382617964471_606539471_3883212_3521558_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-2443863828565135583</id><published>2010-04-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T20:06:55.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elianto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nail colour'/><title type='text'>Emoticons on Nails!</title><content type='html'>Was at Elianto's booth having fun with the nail colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to keep my nails as short as possible because once they get a little long, I start having nightmare of people forcing me to scratch my nails against blackboard, which is a real horrible imagination which really makes me feel painful and uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However lately I suddenly feel like I want to have nails that are slightly longer than what I usually have, and girls being girls, once my nails get a little longer, I start thinking about nail colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9B3lIDHdiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eNiFDPjhmfw/s1600/22042010217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462997827699832354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9B3lIDHdiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eNiFDPjhmfw/s400/22042010217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I change my mind now. I now dislike the purple nail colour most because in reality it actually look like I've bruised my finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would cut nails before exams though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-2443863828565135583?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/2443863828565135583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/emoticons-on-nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2443863828565135583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/2443863828565135583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/emoticons-on-nails.html' title='Emoticons on Nails!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S9B3lIDHdiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/eNiFDPjhmfw/s72-c/22042010217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6514570589627531918</id><published>2010-04-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:25:17.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to share'/><title type='text'>For Erna!</title><content type='html'>See Babe I'm so kind, so... remember me in your prayers alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I pass Part 1 with flying colours! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.把msn密码告诉她。 Tell her your MSN password.&lt;br /&gt;2.银行的密码告诉她。 Tell her your ATM password.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;3.冬天允许她把手放到你身体里。 　Allow her to hide her hands in your body during winter.&lt;br /&gt;4.可以让她随时翻你手机。 　　 Allow her to check your handphone whenever she wants.&lt;br /&gt;5.行街时，要拉着她的手，不许放。 Hold her hands when you walk with her and never let go.&lt;br /&gt;6.不许先挂她电话。Always let her end the phone calls. 　　&lt;br /&gt;7.不许对她大声说话。 　Always speak to her softly. 　　&lt;br /&gt;8.要给她介绍你所有的朋友。　Introduce her to all your friends.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;9.陪她逛街时不能说累。 　Never complain that you are tired when you shop with her.　 　　10.把她的的相片放在手机屏幕上。 Use her photo as your phone's wallpaper.　　&lt;br /&gt;11.不说她傻。 　Never call her silly.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;12.不说她笨。 　　Never say she's stupid. 　　&lt;br /&gt;13.不伤她心。 　Don't hurt her feelings.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;14.不欺负她。 　Don't bully her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;15.不凶她。 　Don't be fierce towards her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;16.不对她摔东西。 　Don't throw things at her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;17.要会逗她笑。 　Learn how to cheer her up and make her laugh.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;18.会说甜言蜜语。 Learn to sweettalk her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;19.要说到做到。 Do not break promises.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;20.有事随叫随到。 　Be there when she needs her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;21.允许她掏你口袋。 　Allow her to check your pockets whenever she wants to.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;22.要鼓励她打扮。 　Encourage her to dress up and make up.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;23.不许说她丑。 　　Never say she's ugly. 　　&lt;br /&gt;24.不许说她胖。　Never say she's fat.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;25.陪她看电视。　Watch TV with her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;26.不许嫌她手艺不好（再难吃也要夸好）。Never complain about her cookings. However awful it is, you must tell her it tastes great.&lt;br /&gt;27.大节小节都要送礼物给她（不在乎礼物的贵贱）。Give her gifts. It can be something inexpensive.　　&lt;br /&gt;28.无论她什么时候饿，都要陪她吃饭。Eat with her whenever she is hungry.&lt;br /&gt;29.吵架一定是你先道歉。 　Be the first to apologize when you quarrel with her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;30.每年去不同的地方（没钱就去不同的公园）。 　Travel to somewhere different every year. If you can't afford exotic places, different parks will do.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;31.发现美女时，不许斜眼。 　Do not side-glance at pretty girls.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;32.她撒娇的时候你要配合。 　When she acts like a pampered child, play along with her.　 　　33.要陪她一起疯。Do crazy things with her when she's in the mood for it. 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;34.行街累了，就背她。 　When she's tired of walking, piggyback her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;35.要学会做饭给她吃。 　Learn to cook for her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;36.每天要打电话给她。 　Call her everyday.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;37.她打电来时一定要接。 Must answer every call from her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;38.不叫她做不愿意的事。Never make her do things that she's reluctant to do. 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;39.她煮饭时，要陪她一起。 Cook with her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;40.答应她的事不能讨价还价。 Do not bargain on things you promise her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;42.有痛苦时要和她一起分担。 　Share her sorrows.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;43.为她，做个大男人。 　Be a man for her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;44.不许和前女朋友联系。 Never contact ex-girlfriends.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;45.她生病时要监督她吃药。 Make sure she takes her medicine on time when she's sick.　　 　　46.为她洗脚。 　Wash her legs for her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;47.要陪她散步。 Walk in the park with her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;48.要相信她。 　Trust her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;49.不许拿她和前女友比较。 Never compare her with ex-girlfriends.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;50.不许骗她。 　　Never lie to her. 　　&lt;br /&gt;51.不许说她声音难听。 Never complain about her voice.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;52.不许酒后乱性。 Do not misbehave after comsuming alcohol.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;53.不可以打她。 　Do not abuse her physically.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;55.收到她短信马上回。 　Reply her SMS immediately.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;56.要学会自己检讨。 　Learn to self-reflect.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;57.最好不要抽烟、喝酒。 　If possible, do not smoke and drink.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;58.在她失落时，你要安慰她。 Console and comfort her when she's sad.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;59.她哭时，你要把她紧紧地抱着。 Hug her when she cries.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;60.要给她暖被窝。 Warm her bed for her.&lt;br /&gt;61.给她梳头发。 Comb her hair.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;62.不许说她抹指甲油。 　Never complain about her nail polish. 　　&lt;br /&gt;63.她生日时，必须第一个时间给她浪漫和惊喜。　Be the first to surprise her on her birthday.　 　　64.在你朋友面前给足面子她。 　Respect her in front of her friends.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;65.散步时要走在她的左侧。 　Walk on her left side when you walk with her.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;67.无论一起多久都要保持新鲜。 Always try to jazz things up.　　　&lt;br /&gt;68.要接受她的过去。 　Accept her past.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;69.晚上要抱着她睡。 　Hug her to sleep.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;70.在她睡醒时，给她一个吻。 　Kiss her when she wakes up.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;71.不能对任何一个人都比她好。 Don't treat anyone better than the way you treat her.　 　　72.危险的事不能让她做。 Never let her do dangerous tasks.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;73.下雨时，要为她打伞。 Carry umbrella for her when it rains.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;74.夏天时给她擦汗。Wipe her sweat in summer. 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;75.陪她一起运动。 Exercise with her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;76.行街时要为她拿东西。 　　Carry her shopping bags etc. 　　&lt;br /&gt;77.不给她吃一些对她身体不好的东西。　 Never let her eat unhealthy food.　　&lt;br /&gt;78.记得她的爱好。 　Remember her hobbies.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;79.乘车时要抱着她。 　Hug her when in the car.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;80.去玩的时候记得带她。 Remember to bring her along when you are having fun.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;81.她去别的地方时，你要记得随时打电话给她，让她小心。Call her when she's out station/overseas. 　　&lt;br /&gt;82.要接她上课下课（上、下班）。 　Drive her to work/classes/home.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;83.晚上不要把手机给关了。 　Never off your phone.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;84.她喜欢什么就给买什么。 Whatever she wants, buy for her.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;85.把她照顾好，不让她生病。Take good care of her. 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;86.为她修指甲。 　　Cut and trim her nails. 　　&lt;br /&gt;87.她在身体不舒服时不能接女的电话。 Do not accept phone calls from other ladies when she's sick.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;89.每天都吻她几次。 　Kiss her few times everyday.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;90.不把别人气发在她身上。Never scold her when you are angry because of something else. 　　91.上网时，第一时间看她在不在 When online, first thing you do is to check whether if she is online.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;92.不和别人的女仔有关系。 Do not have affairs.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;93.不做对不起她的事。 Do not do something that will harm your relationship with her.　　 　　94.要给她安全感。 　Give her security.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;95.每隔一段时间就买一束花给她。 　Buy her flowers every now and then.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;96.把她的号码放在第一位。 　Her number should be the first in your contact list.　 　　&lt;br /&gt;97.过马路时一定要把她牵紧。Hold her hands tightly when crossing the roads.&lt;br /&gt;98.她不舒服时要陪在她身边。 Accompany her when she is sick.　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;99.对她要一心一意。 　　Be loyal to her. 　　&lt;br /&gt;100.要让她做最幸福的女人。 Make her the happiest lady on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6514570589627531918?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6514570589627531918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-erna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6514570589627531918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6514570589627531918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-erna.html' title='For Erna!'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6852572580662481877</id><published>2010-04-22T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:36:28.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to share'/><title type='text'>I'm Greedy</title><content type='html'>Copied from &lt;a href="http://kimhaur.com/"&gt;Kimkim's Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically it's a list of 100 ways to love a girl.&lt;br /&gt;And most of them are what I want. Like, I want 98 out of the 100 of them? =x&lt;br /&gt;The ones that I really want, I'll make bold ya.&lt;br /&gt;(so you know what I really really really really want! =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在面子书上看到了这样的一个题目，&lt;br /&gt;爱一个女孩，你做到了几点，里面list了100个出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.把msn密码告诉她。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;2.银行的密码告诉她。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.冬天允许她把手放到你身体里。&lt;/strong&gt; 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.可以让她随时翻你手机。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.行街时，要拉着她的手，不许放。 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.不许先挂她电话。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.不许对她大声说话。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;8.要给她介绍你所有的朋友。　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;9.陪她逛街时不能说累。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.把她的的相片放在手机屏幕上。 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.不说她傻。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.不说她笨。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.不伤她心。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.不欺负她。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.不凶她。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.不对她摔东西。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.要会逗她笑。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.会说甜言蜜语。 　&lt;/strong&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.要说到做到。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.有事随叫随到。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;21.允许她掏你口袋。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;22.要鼓励她打扮。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.不许说她丑。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.不许说她胖。&lt;/strong&gt;　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;25.陪她看电视。　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.不许嫌她手艺不好（再难吃也要夸好）。　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.大节小节都要送礼物给她（不在乎礼物的贵贱）。&lt;/strong&gt;　　&lt;br /&gt;28.无论她什么时候饿，都要陪她吃饭。　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.吵架一定是你先道歉。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.每年去不同的地方（没钱就去不同的公园）。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.发现美女时，不许斜眼。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.她撒娇的时候你要配合。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.要陪她一起疯。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.行街累了，就背她。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.要学会做饭给她吃。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.每天要打电话给她。 　&lt;/strong&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;37.她打电来时一定要接。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.不叫她做不愿意的事。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.她煮饭时，要陪她一起。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.答应她的事不能讨价还价。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.有痛苦时要和她一起分担。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.为她，做个大男人。 　　 　&lt;/strong&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.不许和前女朋友联系。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45.她生病时要监督她吃药。 　&lt;/strong&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;46.为她洗脚。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47.要陪她散步。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.要相信她。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49.不许拿她和前女友比较。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.不许骗她。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.不许说她声音难听。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52.不许酒后乱性。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53.不可以打她。 　　&lt;/strong&gt; 　　&lt;br /&gt;55.收到她短信马上回。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56.要学会自己检讨。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57.最好不要抽烟、喝酒。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.在她失落时，你要安慰她。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59.她哭时，你要把她紧紧地抱着。 　&lt;/strong&gt; 　　&lt;br /&gt;60.要给她暖被窝。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;61.给她梳头发。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;62.不许说她抹指甲油。 　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63.她生日时，必须第一个时间给她浪漫和惊喜。　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64.在你朋友面前给足面子她。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;65.散步时要走在她的左侧。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.无论一起多久都要保持新鲜。 　　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68.要接受她的过去。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;69.晚上要抱着她睡。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;70.在她睡醒时，给她一个吻。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71.不能对任何一个人都比她好。 　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72.危险的事不能让她做。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;73.下雨时，要为她打伞。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;74.夏天时给她擦汗。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75.陪她一起运动。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;76.行街时要为她拿东西。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77.不给她吃一些对她身体不好的东西。　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78.记得她的爱好。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.乘车时要抱着她。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;80.去玩的时候记得带她。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;81.她去别的地方时，你要记得随时打电话给她，让她小心。 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82.要接她上课下课（上、下班）。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83.晚上不要把手机给关了。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.她喜欢什么就给买什么。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85.把她照顾好，不让她生病。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;86.为她修指甲。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87.她在身体不舒服时不能接女的电话。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89.每天都吻她几次。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90.不把别人气发在她身上。&lt;/strong&gt; 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91.上网时，第一时间看她在不在。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92.不和别人的女仔有关系。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93.不做对不起她的事。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94.要给她安全感。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95.每隔一段时间就买一束花给她。 　&lt;/strong&gt;　 　　&lt;br /&gt;96.把她的号码放在第一位。 　　 　　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97.过马路时一定要把她牵紧。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98.她不舒服时要陪在她身边。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99.对她要一心一意。 　　 　　&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100.要让她做最幸福的女人。 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6852572580662481877?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6852572580662481877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-greedy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6852572580662481877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6852572580662481877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-greedy.html' title='I&apos;m Greedy'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4078315556845320372</id><published>2010-04-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:23:02.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'>Now I'm Thinking and Feeling About...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;... something that some famous people had spoken of before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway these are some quotes I curi from &lt;a href="http://vinsanity-tca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Houseman's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something I agree with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;莎士比亚说: 再好的东西都有失去的一天。再深的记忆也有淡忘的一天。再爱的人，也有远走的一天。再美的梦也有苏醒的一天。该放弃的决不挽留。该珍惜的决不放手，&lt;strong&gt;分手后不可以做朋友&lt;/strong&gt;，因为彼此伤害过！&lt;strong&gt;也不可以做敌人&lt;/strong&gt;，因为彼此深爱过。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;安妮宝贝说: &lt;strong&gt;当一个女子在看天空的时候，她并不想寻找什么。她只是寂寞。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;张爱玲说: 娶了红玫瑰，久而久之，红玫瑰就变成了墙上的一抹蚊子血，白玫瑰还是“床前明月光”；娶了白玫瑰，白玫瑰就是衣服上的一粒饭渣子，红的还是心口上的一颗朱砂痣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雪小禅说: 我以为终有一天，我会彻底将爱情忘记，将你忘记，可是，忽然有一天，我听到了一首旧歌，我的眼泪就下来了，因为这首歌，我们一起听过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;梓色心晴说: &lt;strong&gt;女人哭了，是因为她真得放弃了。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;玄漪说: 能够抢走的爱人，便不算爱人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;郭敖说: 每个人一生之中心里总会藏着一个人，也许这个人永远都不会知道，尽管如此，这个人始终都无法被谁所替代。而那个人就像一个永远无法愈合的伤疤，无论在什么时候，只要被提起，或者轻轻的一碰，就会隐隐作痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三毛说: &lt;strong&gt;某些人的爱情，只是一种“当时的情绪”。如果对方错将这份情绪当做长远的爱情，是本身的幼稚。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4078315556845320372?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4078315556845320372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-im-thinking-and-feeling-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4078315556845320372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4078315556845320372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-im-thinking-and-feeling-about.html' title='Now I&apos;m Thinking and Feeling About...'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-1267492391090003353</id><published>2010-04-16T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:23:11.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kim lian kee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hokkien mee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawker food'/><title type='text'>Kim Lian Kee Hokkien Mee</title><content type='html'>I've been here countless time but I've never realized how beautiful this place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2_ID1jLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Gb_cOQezYvI/s1600/30032010088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623294310681778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2_ID1jLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Gb_cOQezYvI/s400/30032010088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim Lian Kee at Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3-U6kgCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-Ng5ZRxZKXo/s1600/30032010091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454624380093235234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3-U6kgCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/-Ng5ZRxZKXo/s400/30032010091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually I'll come here for lunch because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) It's air-conditioned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The fact that the place is air-conditioned did not make the price of the economic mixed rice goes higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2_kOkbEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0NkgP0Sat9A/s1600/30032010089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623301871889474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2_kOkbEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0NkgP0Sat9A/s400/30032010089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Hokkien Mee here had been reviewed countless times by newspapers, so I wonder, is it really that good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K394VDG4I/AAAAAAAAAms/L5TofRA5J6M/s1600/30032010090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454624372419664770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K394VDG4I/AAAAAAAAAms/L5TofRA5J6M/s400/30032010090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think, I should give it a try. After all, a small plate costs RM6. The price is not higher than other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3-xq2gbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/q4QugV5A39A/s1600/30032010092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454624387811934642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3-xq2gbI/AAAAAAAAAm8/q4QugV5A39A/s400/30032010092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had to wait real long before they serve, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3AFrr3vI/AAAAAAAAAmk/lNcMSXwwbzk/s1600/30032010097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623310852382450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3AFrr3vI/AAAAAAAAAmk/lNcMSXwwbzk/s400/30032010097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, it arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just realized how much Hokkien Mee resembles worms-on-plate in picture. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2-pPfwsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YE_yIVfWqvQ/s1600/30032010087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623286038086338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2-pPfwsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/YE_yIVfWqvQ/s400/30032010087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two food-hunters who were already extremely tired after hours of lectures were excited to know that we can finally eat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, at least I was excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all, I like Hokkien Mee, and I've been craving for Hokkien Mee for a week, or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3_ytIHjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mcpBD2sJvTE/s1600/30032010096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454624405269782066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K3_ytIHjI/AAAAAAAAAnM/mcpBD2sJvTE/s400/30032010096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We felt wide awake once we took our first bite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it wasn't because the food was really oh-so-good.&lt;br /&gt;It was because the mee was extremely salty. Seriously, I'm not kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It tasted as if the cook had added salt to the dish either twice or thrice because he couldn't remember whether he had added salt or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about this dish was the cabbage because it was not salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've imagined Kim Lian Kee's Hokkien Mee to be super duper nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought it would be super duper salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was reviewed so often. It is only natural for me to have high expectations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would have thought that it would turn out to be so disappointing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2-FFz69I/AAAAAAAAAmE/jKu_-rgCT4E/s1600/30032010098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623276333788114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2-FFz69I/AAAAAAAAAmE/jKu_-rgCT4E/s400/30032010098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *white flag*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't finish this dish. It's a mission impossible. It is way too salty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ridiculous because I always can finish one whole plate of Hokkien Mee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just goes to prove how bad it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had to wash it down with watermelon afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time I visit Kim Lian Kee, I'll stick to their economic mixed rice. I would not take their soup though. Tried once and it tasted like plain water with lots and lots of pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Few weeks later I tried it again at their branch which is located opposite the one I visited. It is not as salty as this, but I won't say it is the best Hokkien Mee I've tasted. The best I've tasted so far was in Kuantan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-1267492391090003353?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/1267492391090003353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/kim-lian-kee-hokkien-mee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1267492391090003353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/1267492391090003353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/kim-lian-kee-hokkien-mee.html' title='Kim Lian Kee Hokkien Mee'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7K2_ID1jLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Gb_cOQezYvI/s72-c/30032010088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-3686203147581426080</id><published>2010-04-07T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:19:21.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something to think about'/><title type='text'>To Live in Darkness.</title><content type='html'>A bit busy these days so I didn't get to keep writing my crappy tale of Shin in the Shitland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, I miss writing that crappy tale. It amused and entertained moi that I always feel happier after writing it. Acting silly had always been one of my favourite ways to release stress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad had a medical check up recently and he was told that there is a possibility that he might go blind, like my grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's glaucoma. It could be heritation, or over usage of eyedrops, or a diet that is high in cholesterol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs to take some kind of medication for the rest of his life to minimize the risk of going blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pa, stop eating bak kut teh so frequently even though you work in Klang. And next time you should just eat oats and vegetable for dinner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling him that. He kept ohh-ing in response but I wasn't sure if he was really listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a kid, I always walk around the house with my eyes closed and my hands stretched in front, trying to figure out an obstacle-free route because I want to put myself in my grandpa's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it so often that I remember how many steps it will take me before I reach the living room etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it seems like I'm not the one who need this kind of practice. It's my dad who needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh wait. I shouldn't eliminate the possiblity that I might one day need this kind of practice too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was quite optimistic about it though. Maybe too many family members had passed away due to cancer and he had witnessed how they suffered in pain for long period of time before dying that he felt blessed that in his case it's just a possibility of going blind. Or maybe he thinks this will give him the perfect excuse to retire early and then he can enjoy the benefit of having the whole family as his servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my dad is nuts. Which explains my insanity. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share with you guys the importance of health. Don't take your health for granted. Stay away from fried food and oily food whenever possible. It's okay to indulge in them once in a blue moon but it is definitely not okay to have them as your staple food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love thy body!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-3686203147581426080?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/3686203147581426080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-live-in-darkness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3686203147581426080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/3686203147581426080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-live-in-darkness.html' title='To Live in Darkness.'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6539513322274428282</id><published>2010-04-02T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:18:17.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shin in the shitland'/><title type='text'>Shin in the Shitland Part 5</title><content type='html'>Hahahaha all fighting for the role as Mad Hatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they want to futterwacken. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XK2Zl0BmI/AAAAAAAAApM/ueK6PkB63Og/s1600/angefutter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455489559560455778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XK2Zl0BmI/AAAAAAAAApM/ueK6PkB63Og/s400/angefutter.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, but I've reserved the role of Mad Hatter for someone. You see, Alice and Mad Hatter are mentally very close to each other, and I want my story to reflect that. Even though this is literally a very shitty tale, I actually poured a lot of myself into the story. To a certain extent it actually reflected what I sometimes think (but NO i don't think the world is made of dung flowers and dung trees, don't get me wrong). So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XJfDNpLkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GSuWhqt4v4E/s1600/jokenji.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455488058904882754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XJfDNpLkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/GSuWhqt4v4E/s400/jokenji.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who like to boast as much as me fight for the role as White Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XK2I56ZVI/AAAAAAAAApE/kL2G46yNdV8/s1600/whitequeen.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455489555081356626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XK2I56ZVI/AAAAAAAAApE/kL2G46yNdV8/s400/whitequeen.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder if anyone will fight for The Knave or Cheshire Cat or Bayard or Hamish or Lord Ascot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Let's continue from where we left off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/shin-in-shitland-part-4.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-3.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-2.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-1.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran in the jungle of dung flowers and dung trees for my life. As I ran I saw the tissue paper soldiers rolled out their papers as if it was a cowboy lasso and captured &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/evianzz?ref=ts"&gt;Twisting Dung&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=787657844&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Tripping Dung&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s some real strong tissue paper. I ran even faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why am I running? A little voice spoke in my mind. This is a dream. Nothing can happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to face the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=113298345348045#!/azleonhart"&gt;Azrinsnatch&lt;/a&gt;. This is my dream, not reality. In my dream I’m going to conquer everything. I’m not going to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Azrinsnatch bit my left arm before I could fight it.&lt;br /&gt;“AAAARGH!” but this is not supposed to happen: how can I lose in my own dream? Am I such a bad loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What on earth are you doing?” &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1624392243&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Fermouse&lt;/a&gt; appeared by my side and pierced the Azrinsnatch’s left eye with her needle. She kept the eyeball in her pouch and forced me to run while the Azrinsnatch yelled in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/horms.ok?ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=544982255"&gt;Knave Lilis&lt;/a&gt; had returned to Queen Waiyin’s castle. True, she had failed to capture Shin, but at least she had found out about Shin’s arrival to the World of Shit, and she had found the Shittyculum. Knave Lilis was sure that Queen Waiyin would be pleased to be informed of such important information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she opened the door, the door had already banged open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHO STOLE MY SHITTY TARTS?!” &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/yoongshin?v=info&amp;amp;edit_info=all#!/profile.php?id=1191739190&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Queen Waiyin &lt;/a&gt;was storming, screaming at the top of her lungs. She questioned the frog guards one by one, and when she found out that one of the frog guard still had traces of shitty tart at the corner of his lips, she shouted “OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” without taking into account his beggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knave Lilis gulped in fear. Suddenly she wasn’t as optimistic as she was a moment before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6539513322274428282?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6539513322274428282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/shin-in-shitland-part-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6539513322274428282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6539513322274428282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/shin-in-shitland-part-5.html' title='Shin in the Shitland Part 5'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S7XK2Zl0BmI/AAAAAAAAApM/ueK6PkB63Og/s72-c/angefutter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8105081378066722207</id><published>2010-04-01T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:31:04.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shin in the shitland'/><title type='text'>Shin in the Shitland Part 4</title><content type='html'>Continued from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-3.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-2.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-1.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1609568306&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Absoming&lt;/a&gt; looked wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, people have a tendency to think that people (or worms, in this case) with thick glasses and surrounded by books and encyclopedias are wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Absoming was smoking as he listened to the gang complaining about how they don’t think I’m the real Shin. She consulted the Shittyculum, which was a scroll which details every event that happened in this world that I secretly named it as Shitland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she read the Shittyculum, Absoming mumbled: “The real Shin will slay the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1231363296&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Jokenjiwocky&lt;/a&gt; with the Vomit Sword on the Shitjous Day and end our sorrow. She is our savior.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then it can’t be me,” I said. “I don’t know how to slay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See? I knew it!” &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1624392243&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Fermouse&lt;/a&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Absoming stared at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I suppose you are hardly Shin,” he said, puffing into my face. I hated the feeling. I hate it when people tell me what I'm not and what I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate smokers, and I always think that smokers should wear aquariums over their heads when they smoke, so as to not pollute the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And if you are Shin," he continued, "you surely have changed a lot.” He huffed another puff and blew it straight into my face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you stop doing that!” I screamed. I just can’t tolerate such actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Absoming took no notice of my protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on guys, just accept the truth. This isn’t the Shin we are looking for,” Fermouse told the gang. The rest of them looked demotivated. They looked like someone had just told them that Saturdays and Sundays will be officially changed into working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I had no idea what was going on, I felt sorry for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell them I was sorry and offer some words of comfort. Just then, something jumped out from behind the bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a giant rat and a group of soldiers that look like rolls and rolls of used tissue paper, led by a captain who resembles human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so there ARE human beings in this world!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=113298345348045#!/azleonhart"&gt;Azrinsnatch&lt;/a&gt;! Run!” The gang screamed at the top of their lungs as the giant rat leaped at us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8105081378066722207?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8105081378066722207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/shin-in-shitland-part-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8105081378066722207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8105081378066722207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/04/shin-in-shitland-part-4.html' title='Shin in the Shitland Part 4'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-8263123095080819745</id><published>2010-03-31T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:01:04.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shin in the shitland'/><title type='text'>Shin in the Shitland Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Continued from:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-2.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-1.html"&gt;Shin in the Shitland Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've decided to include my dear friends in this series! Hope you guys don't find it offensive yea ^^"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's really because I miss you guys too much! Heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had never seen things like this before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw flowers that look nothing like flowers and fruits that look nothing like fruits. They took the shape of dung – all kind of dung. Thank God they don’t smell like dung or else I’ll really puke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was greeted by the cockroach in tuxedo, a mouse in apron and two piles of identical dung with hands and legs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mouse had her arms crossed in front of her. She raised an eyebrow upon seeing me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m telling you, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;McFun&lt;/a&gt;, this is not the right Shin,” the mouse told the cockroach. "You've got the wrong Shin."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No way, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1624392243&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Fermouse&lt;/a&gt;,” &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;McFun&lt;/a&gt; said. “I spent weeks up there observing her, and I was almost killed by those darn human beings – they said I was filthy, can you imagine that? It was so insulting! After all, I’m born into a decent family, and I don’t groom myself for nothing!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Say something, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/evianzz?ref=ts"&gt;Twisting Dung &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=787657844&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Tripping Dung&lt;/a&gt;,” &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1624392243&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Fermouse&lt;/a&gt; urged the two piles of dungs for support. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/evianzz?ref=ts"&gt;Twisting Dung &lt;/a&gt;(or was it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=787657844&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Tripping Dung&lt;/a&gt;? I can’t tell them apart) said: “Well, if she was Shin, then she is certainly Shin.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=787657844&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Tripping Dung &lt;/a&gt;(or &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/evianzz?ref=ts"&gt;Twisting Dung&lt;/a&gt;. Whichever) echoed: “And if she wasn’t Shin, she isn’t Shin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1624392243&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Fermouse&lt;/a&gt; rolled her eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“There’s no way we can solve this. I suggest that we take her to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=671506447&amp;amp;ref=ts#!/profile.php?id=1609568306&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Absoming&lt;/a&gt;.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the gang murmured in agreement and started walking. I was so stunned by what had happened that I just followed them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-8263123095080819745?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/8263123095080819745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8263123095080819745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/8263123095080819745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-3.html' title='Shin in the Shitland Part 3'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-932674284593408018</id><published>2010-03-30T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:21:04.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shin in the shitland'/><title type='text'>Shin in the Shitland Part 2</title><content type='html'>Continued from &lt;a href="http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-1.html"&gt;Shit in the Shitland Part 1&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Free fall after I was flushed down the toilet. I can see nothing except water and pieces of floating shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like vomitting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thump. My head hit solid ground. I rubbed my aching head as I stood up. I was in a chamber with many doors of different sizes. Tried to open them but they were all locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. What am I supposed to do now? I looked around again and saw a small bottle on the table labelled “Drink Me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s a potion that will wake me up from this weird dream, I thought to myself as I gulped down the contents of the bottle. I almost vomit again – it tasted like urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It probably is, I thought to myself again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a severe case of stomach ache after I drank half of the bottle. A toilet seat appeared out of thin air with a label “use me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, just the thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet flushed itself automatically when I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realize something terrible - I shrunk after I used the toilet! How am I supposed to get back to the ground again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ladder appeared, leaning against the toilet seat, as if answering my questions. I used it to reach the ground again. A key was lying on the floor. I picked it up and tried to see if it can open any door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was experimenting the key on the doors, I heard voices saying “you would have expected her to remember all these experiences from her past visit. Maybe she isn’t the right one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’m hallucinating. Maybe this whole experience is a hallucination. I ignored the voices and kept trying different doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opened the mini door that was about the size of my Nokia XpressMusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned by the world that greeted me behind the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-932674284593408018?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/932674284593408018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/932674284593408018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/932674284593408018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-2.html' title='Shin in the Shitland Part 2'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-4060950204855349609</id><published>2010-03-29T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:05:15.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shin in the shitland'/><title type='text'>Shin in the Shitland Part 1</title><content type='html'>We know you've watched Alice in the Wonderland if you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Scream "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" when someone annoys you/just to annoy your friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ask people "where's your muchness?" when they don't have the guts to do something.&lt;br /&gt;3. Place your hands at the height of your shoulders and act like you're super demure and elegant and when people least expect it, you faked a spit/wrinkle your nose.&lt;br /&gt;4. When your friends do something stupid/silly/funny, you place your hand on their forehead and say "I'm afraid you are insane" with a serious expression. (But of course, you won't be as kind as Alice. You defnitely won't finish the remaining of the sentence "but let me assure you, all great people are insane." )&lt;br /&gt;5. When you spot uncovered manholes/whatever hole, you tell your friends: Let's go in and have an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely unexpected when KV said #5 to me. I mean, hello? Usually these are the kind of things that a dreamy girl living in her own world ie me would tell people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought KV would develop post-Alice syndrome. I mean, he's a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kind of rolled my eyes and told him "yeah right I'm gonna have an adventure in Shit-land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how my imagination (it literally is a shitty imagination in this case) gona wild!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. DO NOT read this if you're about to eat/just ate/super fans of Alice in the Wonderland/can't stand any talks that revolve around shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ARGH!" I woke up after having a horrible nightmare which consist of a creepy, smiling mouse and a cockroach in tuxedo. It was so disgusting that I vomit again. Well, it wasn't the first time. I've been having the same nightmare since very young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flushed the toilet after I was done with the vomitting. Brushed my teeth and took my usual morning bath, thinking about what to wear to meet my client as I shampoo my hair. Shall I wear something dull and formal, or something elegant and sophisticated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. As if I own anything elegant and sophisticated. Come on, I work in a law firm. I don't need fancy clothes in a variety of colours. It's the same black and white outfit that I wear everyday. And it had always been blazer and pencil skirt and heels that cover each and every toe. I can only choose between brands, not designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring. Wish I'm working in some other field. If I wasn't pressured by my family to do law, if I'm given a chance to decide what I want, I would have opted to be a journalist, or a radio DJ, or a magazine editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish something will happen and get me out of this boring life, I thought to myself dully as I dry my hair. That's when I noticed a cockroach on the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPLAT! I smacked it with a magazine. I read magazines when I get my "business" done in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cockroach appeared. And it's wearing a tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frozen. Am I still in my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinched myself and it hurts like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cockroach in tuxedo flushed the toilet (its strength shocked me) and jumped into it. And I was pulled into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting something like this to happen when I wished something to happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-4060950204855349609?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/4060950204855349609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4060950204855349609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/4060950204855349609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/shin-in-shitland-part-1.html' title='Shin in the Shitland Part 1'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-6956821162839129884</id><published>2010-03-26T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:35:31.895+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hawker food'/><title type='text'>Zha Jiang Mian</title><content type='html'>Zha Jiang Mian at Petaling Street.&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what'z Zha Jiang Mian called in English... perhaps its direct translation will be, err, mee with fried sauce? LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6zTtwFg8EI/AAAAAAAAAls/eNeFbxC2h3o/s1600/20032010054-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452966031794434114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6zTtwFg8EI/AAAAAAAAAls/eNeFbxC2h3o/s400/20032010054-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zha Jiang Mian at Miharja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6zTtRvuOGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Fyw7qSltcGE/s1600/19032010053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452966023649966178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6zTtRvuOGI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Fyw7qSltcGE/s400/19032010053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are Zha Jiang Mian but... how come they are so different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMHO the one at Petaling Street is tastier and more special. The second one taste like mee dipped in soy sauce and herbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-6956821162839129884?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/6956821162839129884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/zha-jiang-mian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6956821162839129884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/6956821162839129884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/zha-jiang-mian.html' title='Zha Jiang Mian'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6zTtwFg8EI/AAAAAAAAAls/eNeFbxC2h3o/s72-c/20032010054-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-7182570616674052333</id><published>2010-03-24T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:04:17.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nokia 5800 xpressmusic'/><title type='text'>Unlock ExpressMusic (iPhone style)</title><content type='html'>Just downloaded &lt;a href="http://www.brothersoft.com/mobile/nunlock-57563.html"&gt;nUnLock&lt;/a&gt; for my XpressMusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to trick myself into believing that I'm using an iPhone for that one brief moment when I unlock my phone, even though the truth remains that I didn't own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to lie to myself to feel good. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3904257464344556760-7182570616674052333?l=shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/feeds/7182570616674052333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/unlock-expressmusic-iphone-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/7182570616674052333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3904257464344556760/posts/default/7182570616674052333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shinlryuuzaki.blogspot.com/2010/03/unlock-expressmusic-iphone-style.html' title='Unlock ExpressMusic (iPhone style)'/><author><name>Shinnie Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17477667093322369386</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/TG_rY38CXvI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ndjpqE24IqQ/S220/40817_416231589471_606539471_4739348_4272517_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3904257464344556760.post-7658266219347588757</id><published>2010-03-22T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:35:43.356+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuffnang contest'/><title type='text'>No More Blah When You Have The Bra</title><content type='html'>My friends told me I shouldn't be a Malaysian. I should be a Brazilian - correction: I mean, BRAzilian. Because I love lingerie so much that I changed the lyrics of Ke$ha's "Blah Blah Blah" into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Support your breast with that bra, bra, bra&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself Sloggi don’t wait no more&lt;br /&gt;Eco-friendly is the fashion now&lt;br /&gt;You’re the coolest with that bra, bra, bra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the original lyrics should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;Think you'll be getting this nah, nah, nah&lt;br /&gt;Not in the back of my car, ah, ah&lt;br /&gt;If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about bra that makes me fall so madly in love is, every girl who loves her life needs bra to love her life to max. Let me give you a few illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jogging, rope skipping, dancing and badminton, and can you imagine how terrible it feels to have your prettiest body parts bouncing up and down, left and right with every step you jog? It is so annoying that you will be singing "with every step your breasts sag a little bit more" out of frustration instead of "with every step you climb another mountain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Adam Lambert's "No Boundaries")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right to sacrifice jogging in order to prevent your beautiful bosom from sagging and being stretched into the shape of papayas during the process. All these sweating and perspiring are supposed to help us ladies maintain a sexy figure (which is a real confidence-booster), NOT to lose our sexiness by gaining sagging breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! The solution to the problem is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sports bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love is to wear fancy clothes when I have a date with my boy (which I consider as one of my hobbies). In order to to look real charming and drop-dead gorgeous in fancy clothes, I will not only need make-up and nice hairstyle, but I will need a good &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;push-up bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as well, for the nice beautiful cleavage and body shape that makes his jaw drop. It is immensely satisfying to know that I have the ability to make him go "wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love that feeling. It sort of makes me feel like I'm hotter than Megan Fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in order to wear that body-hugging dress to attend to all sort of parties, I will need a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seamless bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the perfect look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm wearing a tube dress, I will need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strapless bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t-shirt bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will do when I'm at home reading my favourite legal fictions by John Grisham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, for every occassion, a girl will need a different bra. A good bra supports a girl, pushes her towards the direction of perfection like how a good boyfriend will. Trying to enjoy life without a good bra is like trying to complete a jigsaw puzzle of Mona Lisa when you know the piece of jigsaw puzzle that bears Mona Lisa's signature smile is missing. It just won't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bra plays a very important role in a girl's life. Along with matching panties, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You would never want to pair green bra with purple panties. It just doesn't sound right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one who loves nature, I am lately caught in a dilemma as to what kind of bra I should wear for Earth Hour. I already have the perfect t-shirt for it, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6cT0AlNZCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Gg3y3OcP11k/s1600-h/22032010055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451347658185466914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6cT0AlNZCI/AAAAAAAAAk8/Gg3y3OcP11k/s400/22032010055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm just so in love with this t-shirt my dad got me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem is, even though I have tons of bras of different designs and colours in my wardrobe, I don't have a bra that is within the spirit and intendment of Earth Hour. In my mind, it should be something natural in order to embrace the spirit of Earth Hour. Ideally, it should be a seashell-bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6cTzmwpvGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FzcfRb1fuLI/s1600-h/The_Little_Mermaid__by_daekazu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451347651254140002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_By__8pIvSTg/S6cTzmwpvGI/AAAAAAAAAk0/FzcfRb1fuLI/s400/The_Little_Mermaid__by_daekazu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been dreaming of owning a seashell-bra ever since 
