<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:05:57.610+08:00</updated><category term='me'/><category term='exams'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Scribblings On The Wall...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Her world's a photograph that gets dissected bit by bit" - Delta Goodrem</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-9186661372968065498</id><published>2010-01-03T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:44:37.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bloggie =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After much contemplation (fine, I contemplated for half a day!), I've decided to move this blog to another address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting from today, I'll be moving to this new address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://alia-azani.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://alia-azani.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys are more than welcome to join me in my transition from the old blog to the new one. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. I'll export everything from this blog to the new one. =) But I just felt like it was time for a name change after more than three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So see you guys there! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads!!!&lt;br /&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/24885396-9186661372968065498?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/9186661372968065498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=9186661372968065498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9186661372968065498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9186661372968065498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-bloggie.html' title='Bye Bloggie =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3749586685552248278</id><published>2009-12-31T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:22:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;364 days ago, I blogged my New Year's Resolution, which was to (and I quote):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile more, cause I'm not that generous with smiles. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donate blood. God, is it so hard for me to actually donate blood?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more active.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop worrying about everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be friendlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009, I have managed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do Number 1, 2, 4 and 6. LOL. I know I've been more generous with my smiles this year. LOL. And yes, I have lost weight. I'm quite happy with my weight now. And i think I have been more active. I THINK. As for number 6, I'm proud to say that I've made new friends this year and I've opened up to some old ones. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travelled alone to &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/sydney.html"&gt;Australia&lt;/a&gt;. First time I've ever travelled anywhere alone. And the longest I've been away from my family. Yep. 17 days is the longest to date that I've been away from my family. LOL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gotten a &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-lazy-im-too-lazy-to-study-im-too.html"&gt;new phone.&lt;/a&gt; AGAIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changed how I &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-hair-i-love-it.html"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt;. =) But if some people think that just because I look better now, they can approach me and think I'm gonna forget how they used to screw me over last time, they are so, so wrong. I'm still the same person I was before, except with straight hair. It's annoying how people think they can approach me now just cause I'm supposedly prettier. Eh, if you've never approached me back then, what makes you think I'm gonna talk to you now? Yeah, you know who you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gotten through an interview with confidence and without sounding like a total idiot. And ending up getting the job, too! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gotten through the &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html"&gt;suckiest&lt;/a&gt; semester I've ever had in Monash with my average marks (and dignity) still intact. =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose my &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-loss-and-its-breaking-my-heart.html"&gt;baby boy&lt;/a&gt;. I love you so much, Dimitri. ='(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, being able to wake up everyday is a mini-accomplishment, isn't it? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to you, 2009. I'll miss you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to a great 2010 for everyone. Let's hope that every coming day will be better than the days before, but less than the days after. Like they say "More than yesterday, less than tomorrow". =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!!!!!&lt;br /&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/24885396-3749586685552248278?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3749586685552248278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3749586685552248278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3749586685552248278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3749586685552248278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009.html' title='My 2009.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4417814415332660383</id><published>2009-12-31T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:44:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szv_Wje4oTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TcgYZDjB4WU/s1600-h/PC310065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szv_Wje4oTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TcgYZDjB4WU/s200/PC310065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421207339417510194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szv_WSekPWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-XdmHeG1DRY/s1600-h/PC310063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szv_WSekPWI/AAAAAAAAAX8/-XdmHeG1DRY/s200/PC310063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421207334852771170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my beloved friend and her boyfriend, both whom I know will forever have my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cepat la kahwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&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/24885396-4417814415332660383?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4417814415332660383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4417814415332660383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4417814415332660383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4417814415332660383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/12/with-my-beloved-friend-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szv_Wje4oTI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TcgYZDjB4WU/s72-c/PC310065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3658641463871419588</id><published>2009-12-29T09:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:45:33.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiping.</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Picture heavy post. Like more than 20 pictures. Seriously. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my paycheck todayyyyyyyyyyyyy. And they got my name right this time around!!!! YAY!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, going to Taiping last weekend was fun, fun, fun!!!!! We walked around so much I think i could feel some pseudo-muscles building up in my calves. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to explain everything in detail, but I am just so lazy right now. Plus I tend to think and talk faster than I type, so it might be a bit hard for me to type everything down. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are the pictures from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically from what I can see, our pictures from the trip is divided into two categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The pictures of the surrounding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Basically these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; pictures are taken whenever someone says "Oh look at how pretty it is outside!" and someone with the camera will usually end up taking the picture of whatever it is outside that we find fascinating. Most of the pictures we took from both cameras are pictures like this. LOL. Looks nice to us, but might be a bit boring to others. Oh well. Whatever. To each their own! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleKtbSvRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jOMuINLnd_c/s1600-h/DSCF8946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleKtbSvRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jOMuINLnd_c/s200/DSCF8946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420467164602875154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is actually the view of the sun rising from our house. I took this picture while I was waiting for everyone to pack their bags into the car. Nice right the view? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szma-XAGXTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/km_7uVQrFLM/s1600-h/DSCF1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szma-XAGXTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/km_7uVQrFLM/s200/DSCF1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420534022634102066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szma9R2J-DI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eD-4eyJZ74Y/s1600-h/DSCF1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szma9R2J-DI/AAAAAAAAAXE/eD-4eyJZ74Y/s200/DSCF1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420534004070348850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVRIDqKcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JW3ZkNG98Ws/s1600-h/DSCF0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVRIDqKcI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JW3ZkNG98Ws/s200/DSCF0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420527747970247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0An_RH6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/SSmywbdoUHA/s1600-h/DSCF8968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0An_RH6I/AAAAAAAAAV0/SSmywbdoUHA/s200/DSCF8968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420491180600270754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random scenes from random places. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SznnQYq_ytI/AAAAAAAAAXs/q5a7FiB4230/s1600-h/DSCF9001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SznnQYq_ytI/AAAAAAAAAXs/q5a7FiB4230/s200/DSCF9001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420617895203818194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny story about this picture. We were going around some small road cause my dad wanted to explore something, and then because our car was so full of baggage, basically the suspension ended up scraping the road a bit. So we decided to get out and walk behind the car while my dad drove the car back to the main road. Yep, our mini adventure. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was skipping in the background. I think. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkpdl5yvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/S_Mfja3iI0s/s1600-h/DSCF8969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkpdl5yvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/S_Mfja3iI0s/s200/DSCF8969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474289998121714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;OMG. This picture says that the McD is 0 km away but the McD is actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEN KILOMETRES AWAY!  &lt;/span&gt;The 1 in front of the 0 has mysteriously vanished. Lol. My dad actually saw the sign that said the McD was TWENTY KILOMETRES away before we saw this one 10 km after that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've EVER seen a sign that said &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"McDonald's: 20 KM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that I can count like 8 McD's within a 10 km radius of my house??? I feel like such a spoilt city brat now. Omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0B3W2_7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/PrfurkRqJns/s1600-h/DSCF9471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0B3W2_7I/AAAAAAAAAWM/PrfurkRqJns/s200/DSCF9471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420491201905622962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sznov_7dAFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wA7KjI5_qQE/s1600-h/DSCF1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sznov_7dAFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wA7KjI5_qQE/s200/DSCF1245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420619537829396562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On our way back to KL from Taiping, we took a detour to Kuala Kangsar to see my dad's alma mater, the (in)famous Malay College Kuala Kangsar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i can't believe I'm saying this, but if I were a boy of school-going age, I would have LOVED to be in MCKK, just for the history and nostalgia of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yes. The horror. I can't even believe I even thought of that because everytime someone says "MCKK", I make this face because my dad talks about it CONSTANTLY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I kinda get it now la why those from MCKK talk about their school with so much pride. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;2nd category: Pictures of us. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlc-vRnFpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SPXjEFc8BNw/s1600-h/DSCF0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlc-vRnFpI/AAAAAAAAAT0/SPXjEFc8BNw/s200/DSCF0776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420465859429078674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;This was taken one hour into our drive to Taiping. I decided to forego my contacts that morning cause I wanted to try to sleep in the car. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleJgOTaJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2_NEjJCy7hQ/s1600-h/DSCF0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleJgOTaJI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2_NEjJCy7hQ/s200/DSCF0779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420467143878862994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG. We realised that we are such townies when we saw these huge keropok ubi kayu and got so excited cause the size of the keropok was bigger than our faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Quite embarrassing actually. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVRsLshmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SzMDmZuOLKo/s1600-h/DSCF0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVRsLshmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/SzMDmZuOLKo/s200/DSCF0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420527757667632738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0BIqeSiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CW6cbKlVh4c/s1600-h/DSCF9121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0BIqeSiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CW6cbKlVh4c/s200/DSCF9121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420491189371423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0Bkz_gmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2H93BGBSL2U/s1600-h/DSCF9127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0Bkz_gmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2H93BGBSL2U/s200/DSCF9127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420491196927541858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlmb0oCn2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/mL3vNhoRzPE/s1600-h/DSCF9077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlmb0oCn2I/AAAAAAAAAVM/mL3vNhoRzPE/s200/DSCF9077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476254686191458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleLVH55ZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/m3tkKPv_1Rw/s1600-h/DSCF9071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleLVH55ZI/AAAAAAAAAUc/m3tkKPv_1Rw/s200/DSCF9071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420467175258973586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleJ0zZkiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-dwBU845f2s/s1600-h/DSCF0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleJ0zZkiI/AAAAAAAAAUE/-dwBU845f2s/s200/DSCF0849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420467149403165218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkp_GAW1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/nUpuBkoMgMI/s1600-h/DSCF9097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkp_GAW1I/AAAAAAAAAUs/nUpuBkoMgMI/s200/DSCF9097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474298991139666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;At the Taiping Zoo, waiting for the Night Safari. Don't I look like a ghost in the last picture? It's scary! -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkq2KMHQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/h-LmhPfaDJo/s1600-h/DSCF9175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkq2KMHQI/AAAAAAAAAVE/h-LmhPfaDJo/s200/DSCF9175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474313772637442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVR_Bu4aI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EW3ZuSOHRLM/s1600-h/DSCF9179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVR_Bu4aI/AAAAAAAAAW8/EW3ZuSOHRLM/s200/DSCF9179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420527762726117794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0CT-cxNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QTFKDuh9fMI/s1600-h/DSCF0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szl0CT-cxNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/QTFKDuh9fMI/s200/DSCF0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420491209587868882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkqr0qBMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mhC_xnfp-KQ/s1600-h/DSCF9187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlkqr0qBMI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mhC_xnfp-KQ/s200/DSCF9187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420474310997968066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlmc_qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ADtGJTlnA2w/s1600-h/DSCF9198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szlmc_qv2mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ADtGJTlnA2w/s200/DSCF9198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476274830203490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzlmdY4-eNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XkO7EOtyy50/s1600-h/DSCF0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzlmdY4-eNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/XkO7EOtyy50/s200/DSCF0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476281600768210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up Bukit Larut aka Maxwell Hill. Nope. Didn't go all the way up. Would've taken the whole day!!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it was fun to climb up the hill, nonetheless. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVQqctNlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_UJX6T15erk/s1600-h/DSCF1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzmVQqctNlI/AAAAAAAAAWk/_UJX6T15erk/s200/DSCF1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420527740022240850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzlmcCDwg8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/goa8pB3TG5Q/s1600-h/DSCF9362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzlmcCDwg8I/AAAAAAAAAVU/goa8pB3TG5Q/s200/DSCF9362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476258292106178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szma9_78eyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/chuNDbvueqM/s1600-h/DSCF1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Szma9_78eyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/chuNDbvueqM/s200/DSCF1172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420534016442661666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random pictures. =) Would love to post up more, but I feel like they're too many photos already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow I don't think I should post these up on Facebook. I feel a bit weird doing that, like these are too personal. Yeah. I know posting these here is just the same anyways, but no matter, feels like it's better here than on fb. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people. Nitenite. I has work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-3658641463871419588?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3658641463871419588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3658641463871419588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3658641463871419588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3658641463871419588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/12/taiping.html' title='Taiping.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SzleKtbSvRI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jOMuINLnd_c/s72-c/DSCF8946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-348955640411420454</id><published>2009-12-28T19:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:15:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally over-delayed post. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging but I kinda can't blog about work and work has been practically all that I have been doing, so yeah, didn't have much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus work tends to suck the soul out of you everyday, so by the time I come back every night, I usually don't have the energy to write about how mundane my day was. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've also said that I have this terrible mood swings when it comes to blogging. When I do it, I do it all the time. When I stop, it might take me months before I do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But OMG. I'm into &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEEK 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NOW! I am SOOOOOO proud of myself for not thinking about quitting everyday. &lt;s&gt;Some of the things are quite enjoyable, actually.&lt;/s&gt; Wait. I can't believe I've just said that!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think working has really screwed up my mind. When Ine messaged me the other day and called me BB (we're both totally straight, by the way, in case anyone started wondering. LOL. But we do have girlcrushes!), the only thing I could think of is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;"OMG. BB = Balance sheet &amp;amp; income statement section!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when my sisters were pointing at leaves on the trees during our trip to Taiping last weekend, the only thing I could think of when they said LEAVES was whether I was eligible for paid leave since I'm only gonna be working for two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Work has really screwed with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's really annoying? I was so excited today to get my first paycheck, and then I saw that they've misspelt my name on the cheque. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course la they have to reissue another cheque. The thing is, the person who's supposed to sign the cheque won't be around until the 31st, so while everyone else will get their pay by then, I'll only be getting mine next week. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying just now. And it's not helping that it's that time of month again. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. C'est la vie. Things like this always seem to happen to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would really love to write a post about my trip to Taiping with the family over the weekend, but as usual, my internet's connection is being a sloth, so I can't upload pictures from the trip right now and well, talking about the trip isn't the same as posting up some pictures from the 1000+ pictures that we took during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. We had 2 cameras, and ended up with more than a thousand pictures over the span of 3 days. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I really am beginning to wonder just how many silent readers I have now cause it's funny that some people do comment when I don't update. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I just saw &lt;a href="http://blog2print.sharedbook.com/blogworld/printmyblog/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I was wondering how WEIRD it would be to print out your blog posts into a book. I mean, if you really want to do that, shouldn't you just buy a diary in the first place? It would be much cheaper.&lt;br /&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/24885396-348955640411420454?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/348955640411420454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=348955640411420454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/348955640411420454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/348955640411420454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/12/totally-over-delayed-post-lol.html' title='Totally over-delayed post. LOL.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-886603348643985105</id><published>2009-12-03T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:51:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes/questions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Random questions/quotes from people this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Why la did you go and straighten your hair? You had such nice curly hair" &lt;/span&gt;My dad's nurse, Sharon asked me while poking my arm to find a vein cause I had to do some blood tests. She's only the second person I know (next to my brother) who misses my old hair. Feels weird. I mean, I like my new hair, but it's nice to know that there were fans of the old hair. But I think I'll still be the same person even if I was bald. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Eh, you mixed eh Alia?"&lt;/span&gt; asked one of my fellow interns in the office while we were sitting down after lunch. I still get confused when people asked me whether I'm mixed or not.  I have gotten comments that I don't look pure Malay. But then again, how do you define a Malay face? I'm curious to know which part of my face doesn't look Malay. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Eh, asal you dah putih? Ni takleh jadi ni! You pakai bedak kan???"&lt;/span&gt; asked Edir, (Liyana's boyfriend) when he picked us up from the office. I think it must have been the colour of my clothes that made me look pale, cause I had just prayed before he picked us up and I was too lazy to wear makeup on my face cause no one was gonna see it anyways, so if my face was as fair as he think it was, it must have been the light playing illusions on him.&lt;br /&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/24885396-886603348643985105?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/886603348643985105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=886603348643985105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/886603348643985105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/886603348643985105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/12/quotesquestions.html' title='Quotes/questions.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-9212732573444409329</id><published>2009-12-01T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:35:07.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>December!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had my first day at work today. It wasn't a total disaster, but couldn't do much work today because of some technical difficulties (we were supposed to be doing our work on the co's laptops, but we're only getting the laptops tomorrow. LOL.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/kenapa-melayu-mesti-kolot.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; post? I really want to give those people a piece of my mind, because out of the 20-something interns, I think around 40% of us are Malays. None of us seem to mind that we're not in a Malay-dominated workplace. In fact, only Sham, Liyana and I are Malays from "private" unis. The rest are public uni students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't be talking much about work on the blog cause it'll be so weird if any of the people from the company accidentally stumbles onto the blog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyways, there will always be random things you learn when you're a dad's a doctor. Like how I learnt today that there is this condition called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Situs_inversus"&gt;Situs inversus&lt;/a&gt;, where the person's internal organs are actually transposed from their normal positions. Like how the heart, instead of being of the left side of the body, is located on the right side. The appendix is also inverted, and basically all the internal organs in the body will be the EXACT mirror of a normal person's organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intriguing, huh? And the thing is, my dad has actually had a patient who has this condition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, random fact of the day. LOL.&lt;br /&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/24885396-9212732573444409329?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/9212732573444409329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=9212732573444409329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9212732573444409329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9212732573444409329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/12/december.html' title='December!!!!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6995258035842399928</id><published>2009-11-29T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:09:54.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur-of-the-moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5p72obJI/AAAAAAAAATs/X2S9wo5xH1s/s1600/28112009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5p72obJI/AAAAAAAAATs/X2S9wo5xH1s/s200/28112009096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409379126285462674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5pXOAU8I/AAAAAAAAATk/Jr2uW0HOHIU/s1600/28112009092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5pXOAU8I/AAAAAAAAATk/Jr2uW0HOHIU/s200/28112009092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409379116451386306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5pIAQtkI/AAAAAAAAATc/689X_W-YRx0/s1600/28112009091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5pIAQtkI/AAAAAAAAATc/689X_W-YRx0/s200/28112009091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409379112367208002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5oqkAgTI/AAAAAAAAATU/6CCLUB1v3dk/s1600/28112009089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5oqkAgTI/AAAAAAAAATU/6CCLUB1v3dk/s200/28112009089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409379104464077106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5oHb_LEI/AAAAAAAAATM/TNxfpwrbylU/s1600/28112009088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5oHb_LEI/AAAAAAAAATM/TNxfpwrbylU/s200/28112009088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409379095035194434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in Putrajaya using my phone. Sorry for the bad quality. LOL. This trip has got to be one of the randomest trips we've ever taken as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that my younger siblings wanted to go for a drive cause they were bored. I opted out, but in the end, since everyone was going, I went along la. Knowing that our late-night drives usually means that we'll be going around KL looking at lights and just staying in the car, I just wore a T-shirt and a pair of shorts that I would not be seen in public with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were all in the car, it was already around 10 o'clock. Suddenly, I felt like I wanted to go somewhere far cause it felt so nice sitting in the car. So I asked my dad, instead of just going around the Bukit Bintang area like we always do, why don't we go somewhere further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my dad asked me where, I said I didn't know. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one of the girls said "Let's go Putrajaya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was hesitant la. And then it just so happens that when we stopped at a traffic light, I noticed that car beside us had the number plate PUTRAJAYA. I told my dad about it and Anis said "It's a sign, Papa. Let's go to Putrajaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, guess where we ended up at eleven o'clock at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Putrajaya, my dad stopped by a petrol station to refuel and he bought us Lipton Green Teas &amp;amp; Ice Teas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR to you that Iskandar, Wani, Anis and I got high on those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were giggling and talking nonsense all the way on the Maju Expressway until we got to Putrajaya. I kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just my luck, after I finished off one bottle of the drink, I had the sudden urge to go to the toilet AFTER we've gone past the rest area. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I told everyone in the car "Can we stop somewhere? I need to go to the toilettttt", Iskandar and Wani started saying the dreaded F and S words: Flush and Sprinkler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they also pointed out that the Putrajaya Lake is a large body of water, using numerous ways to make me laugh, and pointed out that we went past a few fountains that were gushing out water. They did all this while I was trying to NOT think about going to the toilet. Evil children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were near the Putrajaya mosque, I was mortified when my mum said "Alia, it looks like you might have to go to the toilet at the mosque". Not only was I not wearing a scarf, I was wearing SHORTS. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily just before the mosque, I spotted the universal stick-figure-wearing-a-dress sign and I almost screeched at my dad to stop the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we stopped at the Dataran and took those silly pictures above. All the people there were dressed decently and there we were in our baju tidur. It felt somewhat liberating, though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were obviously still high on sugar at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what was funny? On the way back, everyone suddenly felt so tired and we were quiet the WHOLE journey. And then it dawned on us that when we were going, we were feeling the effect of a sugar high and that on the way back we were feeling the effects of a sugar crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, too much of a good thing CAN be bad for you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I love my family. They're random and impulsive, just like me. =)&lt;br /&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/24885396-6995258035842399928?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6995258035842399928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6995258035842399928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6995258035842399928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6995258035842399928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/spur-of-moment.html' title='Spur-of-the-moment.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SxH5p72obJI/AAAAAAAAATs/X2S9wo5xH1s/s72-c/28112009096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8215415671587521204</id><published>2009-11-27T19:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:00:26.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Haji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sw_MC3YsMzI/AAAAAAAAATE/aaFPviZmhqU/s1600/DSCF8709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sw_MC3YsMzI/AAAAAAAAATE/aaFPviZmhqU/s200/DSCF8709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408766027094569778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of my family and I, taken in the same clothes as in &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-raya.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; post cause my dad wasn't satisfied with the pictures from that day, so decided to take some pictures for the family album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not one of the "official" family portraits. This one is special cause I was telling how funny it would be if we took a picture where we arrange ourselves according to our heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad thought it was a good idea, so lo and behold, this is how the picture turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I now have photographic proof that I am related to a bunch of giants who seem to think that I am vertically-challenged. LOL. Only reason I look slightly taller than Dina (in the glasses) is bacause I was wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my dad took random videos of us making fools of ourselves. AGAIN. Nope, not posting them up this time around. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, two people close to me are now proud owners of BlackBerrys and they have been trying to influence me into buying one. I'm hesitant la about buying a BB cause of the contract that I'll be tied up to and also cause the last time I check, phones NEVER seem to last more than a year with me, and I'm supposed to commit myself to this phone for two years. So when i told Anis about it, she gave me the best advice, where she said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kak Ya, do not conform. Your phone's good enough. You don't have to succumb to peer pressure"&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes I wonder which one of us is the elder one in the family. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, best advice ever. I shall not conform and I shall remain uncool. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, I guess I do have a rebellious streak in me. What a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Happy 15th Birthday, Abang! =) Sorry we couldn't have a proper celebration for you. -_-&lt;br /&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/24885396-8215415671587521204?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8215415671587521204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8215415671587521204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8215415671587521204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8215415671587521204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/raya-haji.html' title='Raya Haji'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sw_MC3YsMzI/AAAAAAAAATE/aaFPviZmhqU/s72-c/DSCF8709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-2675050571824425039</id><published>2009-11-26T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:07:42.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sw3kYC5MTII/AAAAAAAAAS8/2lqidtMt2_w/s1600/PB250049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sw3kYC5MTII/AAAAAAAAAS8/2lqidtMt2_w/s200/PB250049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408229829286579330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In reference to &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-went-for-acaps-sisters.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; post, proof that I was not exaggerating and that this 8-year-old girl is gonna shoot past me soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, hence all these random posts. Plus I'm gonna start working next week, so no time to post up anything anymore. Might as well just overdo it now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was reading The Star during breakfast this morning, and then Zara came and sat next to me. She read some of the headlines and then she saw THIS article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/11/26/nation/5181410&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man's penis and testicles severed, injured woman found at scene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she asked me, "Kakya, what are penis and testicles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I almost choked on my food. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-2675050571824425039?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2675050571824425039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=2675050571824425039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2675050571824425039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2675050571824425039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-reference-to-this-post-proof-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sw3kYC5MTII/AAAAAAAAAS8/2lqidtMt2_w/s72-c/PB250049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5040294972631280796</id><published>2009-11-26T02:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:51:36.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa Melayu mesti kolot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Liyana called me just now to say that she has something she wanted to tell me, but she warned me that I might be a bit stressed out after she told me the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I just listened to her while she told me the story la. Oh yeah, I did end up becoming stressed afterwards, and thus I am venting out my frustrations in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me how she went and met up with a few of her friends from school the other day and after they talked for a while, inevitably their talk shifted to the topic of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were asking Liyana where she'll be working during the holidays and so she told them la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised Liyana (and me, when she told me the story) was her friends' reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually said something like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Kenapa tak cari kerja kat the Big Four macam KPMG or EY? Kat situ lagi ramai Melayu. Susah la kerja kat tempat ramai orang Cina macam BDO. Nanti diorang will look down on you sebab you Melayu"&lt;/span&gt;. Or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Liyana asked me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Please tell me, how was I supposed to react to that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously didn't know what to say. So I told her, if I were in her position, I would have just been stunned that those words came out of their mouth. But  I told her what my reply would be, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I nak kerja kat BDO sebab I nak dapat experience. And kalau diorang nak treat me badly, I kisah apa. It's part of the experience. Not everyone's going to treat you well. You just have to adapt la. That's what working is all about. Adapting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she told me that her reply to her friends was something similar to what I had in mind, but less blunt la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Liyana was saying that she didn't know what to make out of her friends' remarks. Was she supposed to be demotivated that she didn't get into the Big Four? Or scared cause they might treat us badly for being Malays? She was just confused la, basically. I don't blame her. I would be confused too by those remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when Liyana and I started comparing her friends' reactions with the reactions that we got from our Monash friends (who are all Malay, mind you): When we told our Monash friends that we got the internship at BDO, they were all so supportive of us and most of them remember that we're starting the internship on the 1st of December and they want to hear about our internship experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE of them even thought about any racism or prejudism that might happen when we start our internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when Liyana and I thought of it, we're actually more worried about the fact that we might have to come back late rather than the fact that we're going to be working with Chinese people. The thought of them treating us differently because of our race NEVER EVEN CROSSED OUR MIND, GODDAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it into perspective, when I went for the interview, I was in there with 3 other Chinese girls and the interviewer did not treat me any differently from the other girls. NEVER did the question of race ever propped out during the whole interview, even though it was blatantly obvious that I'm not Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they really want to discriminate us as Malays, they could have just not accepted our resumes. Or they could have rejected us after the interview. Or just interviewed us Malays together. But they did none of these, so I'd like to think that all of the interns coming in are on equal footing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just told Liyana to not think too much into this because once the seed is planted in our heads that we might be discriminated, we'll stop acting like ourselves and either become too timid or  start trying too hard to please people, and hence people WILL discriminate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am annoyed that there are still people our age who have the mindset that "Oh, you shouldn't work here just because it's full of people who aren't from your race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like giving these people a nice big slap in the face so that they'll break out of their tiny constrained mindset. Not only is it an insult to the Chinese people when these people think that working with Chinese people are bad, it's also an insult to Malays like me who are trying to better ourselves by taking small risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like most Malays are afraid of failure, and hence they tell themselves that they are satisfied with being where they are, with no intentions whatsoever of improving themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Malays should actually take a leaf out of the Chinese's book and look into their work ethics, where they are constantly trying to improve themselves. They're also willing to take risks and aren't afraid of failures, hence they are more likely to be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for many things right now. I'm thankful that:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm in a place like Monash, where they teach us to aim for the sky and try our best in everything we do. And that as hellish as Monash is, it has kinda prepared me for the stress that will definitely come in the future.&lt;br /&gt;- I am surrounded by friends whose mindsets are similar to mine. I've come to realised how important it is to surround yourself with people who understand you.&lt;br /&gt;- My ambition is on track and that I actually have an internship to look forward to this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a supportive family who are proud that I have gotten this internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might sound like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melayu murtad&lt;/span&gt;, but seriously, if being a Malay is about living in fear that people from different races will try to sabotage you at every turn you take, then I'd rather not be known as a Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see why what they say Malays are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodoh sombong&lt;/span&gt;. If this is the kind of attitude that Malays have, we will go nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Niat kita nak cari gaji halal. Cari kerja pun cara halal. Biar lah kalau kena discriminate pun.&lt;/span&gt; As long as our mind is true, intentions are true and what we're doing is not illegal, it doesn't matter right whether I work with Malays or non-Malays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I refuse to be poisoned by these prejudism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am SO annoyed. And it's now 2 o'clock in the morning. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Now I understand why Anis said this: "Kakya, you better watch your mouth. Nanti kena detain under ISA baru tau". Haih. I can be so scary when something ticks me off.&lt;br /&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/24885396-5040294972631280796?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5040294972631280796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5040294972631280796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5040294972631280796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5040294972631280796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/kenapa-melayu-mesti-kolot.html' title='Kenapa Melayu mesti kolot?'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6186879729095490642</id><published>2009-11-25T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:35:33.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brother's birthday is on Friday. Pity him la cause it falls on Hari Raya Haji. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants a PSP or PS3 for his birthday. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' 25th anniversary is on the 1st of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta buy them something too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there is this slight problem, whereby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T HAVE MONEY. -_-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No, I am not gonna buy Iskandar his PSP. That one he has to persuade my parents. Art supplies I can consider. But a PSP that I can't use? No way man. I don't even spend that much on MYSELF for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: What do you get your parents for their 25th anniversary when you have no money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: I'm gonna start my internship on their anniversary. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS: Don't ask me why there are too many post-post-post-post scripts in this post. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6186879729095490642?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6186879729095490642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6186879729095490642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6186879729095490642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6186879729095490642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-brothers-birthday-is-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-328254623216711002</id><published>2009-11-24T21:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:53:57.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rsvu5Sz8bTw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rsvu5Sz8bTw&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Warning: if you never heard about the Italian Man Who Went to Malta, this might be a bit vulgar. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular clip is sooo funny though. I've heard the audio clip before, but I've never actually seen this video, and it is so hilarious cause it goes so well with the audio clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really shocked me is the fact that Zara has seen this video, AND that it was shown by her friend AND that these little girls actually understood the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really trying to be a prude, but I really don't think that 8-year-old girls should be watching this. I really don't like the fact that these kids are getting exposed to things like this at such a young age. I mean, I didn't even know what the F-word meant until I was 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even know that the word Bitch existed until I was in Standard 6 and my English teacher was comparing the words that are used to describe female and male animals, and when she asked "What do you call a female dog? It's a bad word", the words just drew blank stares from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when she said "Bitch! A female dog is a B-I-T-C-H!" in exasperation, the innocent kids that we were just stood staring at her. I know most of us were thinking at the time "Why is the word bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, even though times has changed, I still don't think it's appropriate for someone her age to actually understand what those words actually mean. I try not to curse in front of her (and God knows how hard it is for me to stop cursing when I'm at the wheel) just because I don't think it's appropriate for someone like her to hear all those bad words (fine, it's not appropriate for ANYONE to hear such words coming out from my mouth. LOL.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wonder, am I just being overly protective in trying to preserve her innocence? Suddenly I feel like a mother who's losing her child to the world. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world nowadays scare me. I really don't want my children later to grow up understanding these words at such a young age. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should think of that the next time I feel like cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH DARN IT. Lol.&lt;br /&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/24885396-328254623216711002?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/328254623216711002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=328254623216711002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/328254623216711002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/328254623216711002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/curses.html' title='Curses.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4900829753907293923</id><published>2009-11-24T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:53:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chalkboardmanifesto.com/goshdarnit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.chalkboardmanifesto.com/goshdarnit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG. THIS! It is soooo spot on! I can so relate to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh darn it. Or what the fish. LOL. It's hard okay cause sometimes the curse words just come out. Especially when I'm with the girls. Whoops.&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/24885396-4900829753907293923?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4900829753907293923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4900829753907293923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4900829753907293923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4900829753907293923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg_24.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5594878773536707936</id><published>2009-11-23T11:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:58:37.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I went for Acap's sister's wedding in Melawati. The place was really nice for a wedding. I mean, I was pleasantly surprised to know that such a place existed in Melawati. The hall wasn't such a big hall, but it was nice, nonetheless. Made the ceremony more intimate. And it was so cold inside there. So as usual, the tips of my fingers got so cold, it felt like I was getting frostbites. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was so weird seeing my friends from Monash in the Melawati area. And it was weird, too, for me to be my friends' designated guide to the wedding. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when my brother asked me where I was going, I told him "my friend's sister's wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Anis, who was going with me, said to him, "You know where I'm going? My sister's-friend's-sister's wedding. Actually, it can also be my best friend's-brother's-best friend's-sister's wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing? Yeah, that's what happens when everyone comes from the same school. Eventually there'll be an apparent six degree of seperation situation. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Zara was hugging me just now and I am seriously beginning to feel like I am the only vertically-challenged person among my siblings because that 8-year-old girl now stands at my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm JUST a head taller than her! At the rate she's going, by the time she's 12 she'll be taller than me. What the hell. -___________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind my height cause when I wear heels, I don't tower over (most!) people. Plus most of my friends are around my height anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have problems with people comparing my height with those of my siblings, especially when it's something like "Oh, the elder one is smaller than the younger one". I really don't need people to state the obvious. I see my siblings everyday, hence I am quite aware that they are bigger and taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's so ironic about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name ALIA means rising or ascending. And sublime. And even the HIGHEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is obviously that's not true about my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it's sort of true, still, cause I'm the highest in standing among my siblings. LOL.&lt;br /&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/24885396-5594878773536707936?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5594878773536707936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5594878773536707936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5594878773536707936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5594878773536707936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-i-went-for-acaps-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6003904286789560322</id><published>2009-11-19T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:01:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsessed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="40" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ePSa063e_Q&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5ePSa063e_Q&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am suddenly so OBSESSED with this song. I think it must have something to do with me attempting to sing this song masa karaoke and realising that I was so off-key cause I haven't heard this song in ages. LOL. I miss old Malay songs. They're so much better than the current songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can see how weird this is, coming from me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-6003904286789560322?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6003904286789560322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6003904286789560322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6003904286789560322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6003904286789560322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/obsessed.html' title='Obsessed!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7435042324355185789</id><published>2009-11-19T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:49:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nepotism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day last week, my grandmother (my dad's mom) asked me about my job cause my dad told her that I'm going to be doing my internship this holidays. So I was telling her how I got into an audit firm and what sort of work I might be doing and stuff. And then she asked me something that somehow managed to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me whether my uncle (my mom's youngest brother) had helped me in getting the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I felt somewhat insulted that she felt that I had to ask my uncle for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, my uncle is the &lt;a href="http://www.alliancebank.com.my/seniormanagement.html"&gt;Executive Director and Head of the Alliance Investment Management Berhad&lt;/a&gt; (which I just found out 5 minutes ago after looking at the Alliance Bank website. LOL.), but I want to see whether I can find work on my own, without having the burden of someone's reputation on my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when I told my uncle that I got the job at BDO, he was like "Oh, that's good cause they're up-and-coming and they'll give you some real experience in auditing. Not like the Big Four" and he sounded genuinely happy and proud of me that I got the job. That's what I love about him. He's always been supportive with what I've done. In fact, he was the one who told me take up Econometrics instead of Finance as my major in Monash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back-up plan has always been to do an internship with him if I couldn't get a job on my own, but now I've come to realise that nepotism is really a double-edged sword. See, if I manage to excel when I work under him, people would be saying "Of course she'll do well. She's Nik Azhar's niece." or if I somehow manage to screw things up, people will start commenting on how badly I'm doing, and it will inevitably affect my uncle's reputation, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, even though nepotism is the norm in Malaysia (especially in the Malay culture), I'd rather not have it hanging over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to start from scratch, where my success will be mine and where my failures would not taint anyone else's reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it pride or arrogance if you may, but I'd like to think of it as INDEPENDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number one priority in being an auditor: You have to be independent. So I better start now, right? Like they say, no time like the present. Lol.&lt;br /&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/24885396-7435042324355185789?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7435042324355185789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7435042324355185789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7435042324355185789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7435042324355185789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/nepotism.html' title='Nepotism.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6095093134861599979</id><published>2009-11-15T15:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:58:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv-1N-DV3II/AAAAAAAAASM/cA5T90uzIz8/s1600-h/004%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv-1N-DV3II/AAAAAAAAASM/cA5T90uzIz8/s200/004%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404237329467825282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute, right? =) I think i must have been about seven/eight months old at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to my grandparents house today because they wanted to give me old pictures that they found of us back when we were younger. My parents loved taking pictures of Anis and I back when we were younger so that they could send it back to the grandparents. Lol. So the first picture my grandmother showed me was this particular picture, which was nicely in a frame because it was quite a huge picture. I was caught speechless looking at it and my grandfather teased me and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"Look at how pretty you WERE in that picture"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tok Ayah. I feel so much better now. Really I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love this picture!!!! It's now being proudly displayed on my bedside table. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my aunt and I were going through the pictures and we went "Oooohhhh" and "ahhhh" at most of them while my grandma were narrating the events in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until she came across something that almost made me had a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;s&gt;a picture&lt;/s&gt; TWO pictures of MY DAD BATHING ME. Granted, I was like a month old in the picture, but oh my God, I did not need a picture of my naked baby body shown to the world. So while my grandma was proudly talling my aunt and my grandfather "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;See this? Which father would actually bathe their baby daughters?",&lt;/span&gt; I was just mortified by the fact that I have NAKED BABY PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, as if THAT wasn't mortifying enough, my grandfather actually said this, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Alia, maybe you should ask your papa why he doesn't bathe his daughter anymore."&lt;/span&gt; What the hell. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if that was a joke, it didn't make it any less mortifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I found really interesting was that behind some of the pictures, either my mum and dad would scribble some narrations for the pictures. Like in these pictures below, they wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_eNla9N7I/AAAAAAAAASU/-7uHzaIHS-o/s1600-h/022%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_eNla9N7I/AAAAAAAAASU/-7uHzaIHS-o/s200/022%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404282402832725938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Having a dip in Ullswater Lake in the Lake District"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_eqEmNbLI/AAAAAAAAASc/IokEh2BWy7Y/s1600-h/028%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_eqEmNbLI/AAAAAAAAASc/IokEh2BWy7Y/s200/028%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404282892237761714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alia has acquired her Papa's love for cars. Here, she'll stay by any car parked in our driveway to have a peep at the activities inside."&lt;/span&gt; (BTW, I'm not that fascinated with cars nowadays. Lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_exSlCMzI/AAAAAAAAASk/M9OODEQQoEs/s1600-h/037%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_exSlCMzI/AAAAAAAAASk/M9OODEQQoEs/s200/037%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404283016250012466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Taken in May, 1989 at 71, Beatty Avenue"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_e4CM5bkI/AAAAAAAAASs/icbfgY2iyLI/s1600-h/040%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_e4CM5bkI/AAAAAAAAASs/icbfgY2iyLI/s200/040%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404283132112891458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Taken in Feb, 1991. Anis is two months old here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_fWGutd0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/syWaYUf0Arc/s1600-h/043%28resized%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv_fWGutd0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/syWaYUf0Arc/s200/043%28resized%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404283648724531010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Photo taken in March, 1991. Anis is 3 months old. Her eyes are a light shade of brown, and she now has a bubbly chuckle."&lt;/span&gt; I look so bored in this picture. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love looking at the baby pictures cause it was so funny to see how extroverted I was back when I was a toddler. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/24885396-6095093134861599979?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6095093134861599979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6095093134861599979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6095093134861599979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6095093134861599979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sv-1N-DV3II/AAAAAAAAASM/cA5T90uzIz8/s72-c/004%28resized%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4519499653422651365</id><published>2009-11-14T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:26:08.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLnkKSoD5cM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLnkKSoD5cM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still heart Delta, even after all this years! Lol. I especially love the high note at 3.42 to 3.53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to the &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, the paper turned out to be better than I expected (I can sense the "I-told-you-so's" from those who are reading this). But studying for that was quite mad. I was so stressed out that Wednesday night in Monash, at one point I actually ended up laying on the desks while reading notes. Yep. What a sight. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now exam's over! And I'm on holidays until the 1st of December, when I start my internship. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already started indulging yesterday by eating Mexican food at &lt;a href="http://www.lascarretas.com/ampang.html"&gt;Las Carretas&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had ice-cream, too. Twice. In one day. Which is practically unheard of. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the people I hung out with yesterday were great company! So yesterday was definitely a nice start to the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this morning when I woke up, I realised that one thing I really want to do this holiday is to actually go and donate blood, because everytime I want to donate blood, something will definitely come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually contemplated going to the &lt;a href="http://www.pdn.org.my/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;National Blood Center&lt;/a&gt; but I'm scared that if I do go there alone, I might not be able to drive back after donating the blood. But then again, it's only like a 5-minutes drive from my house. It's ironic isn't it that I'm not afraid of the needle, but afraid of the drive home. LOL. Let's see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really do want to go and donate blood. I've been wanting to do it for years! Don't ask me why. I just feel like it's something that I should do. I think those who have been reading this blog for a long time would know that I have always complained about not being able to donate blood due to unfortunate timing/circumstances. Please pray it'll happen this time around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I realised one random thing  about myself yesterday while I was talking to Natnat. Instead of saying "I haven't", I tend to say "I've not", and it's so funny cause I'm not quite sure where I picked up the expression from. Yeah. Very random. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-4519499653422651365?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4519499653422651365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4519499653422651365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4519499653422651365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4519499653422651365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays! =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-1246956394524071335</id><published>2009-11-12T07:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:28:06.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12.15 AM: Got back home from Monash. Took a bath and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00 AM: Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30 AM: Woke up. The room was too hot. Turned on the air-cond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 AM: Room was too cold. Turned off air-cond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30 AM: Woke up and went SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT, haven't finished studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30 AM: Couldn't be bothered to pretend to sleep anymore. Woke up and started worrying like nobody's business. Seriously thought of deferring the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30 AM: Screw this paper. I'm just gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this way when it comes to exams. What the fuck. I hate this paper. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&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/24885396-1246956394524071335?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1246956394524071335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=1246956394524071335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1246956394524071335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1246956394524071335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-2218197443130802661</id><published>2009-11-09T09:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:05:16.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the Kelantan-Negeri Sembilan match, I was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 10 mins: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"GOMO KLATE GOMO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Kelantan fans started becoming rowdy: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Bo la buat kenat. Bakpo la jadi lagu ni."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negeri's first goal: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Saya buke oghe Klate. Saya oghe Ingle."&lt;/span&gt; (I'm not Kelantanese, I'm English. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final result: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"BAKPO KLATE BAKPO?????"&lt;/span&gt; =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I was muttering to myself in Kelantanese the whole match. And I rarely speak Kelantanese in public, mind you. Even with my cousins I don't talk Kelantanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least now Arsenal leapfrogged Man Utd in the Premier League table, so I'm still happy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I realised that last weekend, I had four days to study for my papers on the 11th and 12th. (Auditing and Accounting Theory). I had the choice of either:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using most of my time to study for Audit, get a Distinction for that, but then I'd end up ditching Theory and might fail that stupid paper. Or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study Theory and try to pass my paper, but then I won't have enough time to cover everything for Audit and hence might not get the most marks I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Obviously I went for the latter. I just hope what I've managed to study would be enough. I hate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opportunity_cost"&gt;opportunity costs&lt;/a&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-2218197443130802661?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2218197443130802661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=2218197443130802661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2218197443130802661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2218197443130802661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/during-kelantan-negeri-sembilan-match-i.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3032520073116678632</id><published>2009-11-07T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:23:29.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG. I've just notices that this post would be my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;281st&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the helllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been in existence forever then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should change to another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhh, I should do that when the posts number reach 300!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall change the blog name to something more grown-up sounding like aliaazani.blogspot.com or something like that la. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sugaholic" was sooooo three years ago. Hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, the stress is getting to me. I can't even talk in coherent sentences anymore these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised I have the tendency to either have too many posts or not post anything at all when I'm stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about this blog is that there aren't many people that are reading it. Although I realised that I do have those occasional silent readers. I can't understand what makes my post so intriguing, though. Dah la I sound like a bimbo in my posts most of the time nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying. URGH.&lt;br /&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/24885396-3032520073116678632?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3032520073116678632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3032520073116678632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3032520073116678632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3032520073116678632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5787290631713514642</id><published>2009-11-06T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:13:40.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why, but today's paper was ridiculously ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on track every single week for this unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying for this unit like mad these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the paper turned out like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I still have a chance at getting Distinction, but oh dear God, I felt so stupid after the paper. I actually abandoned a question halfway because I just couldn't get it. When the invigilators took the paper away, I just sat there, my mind blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, most of us went to eat at Papa John's and that was nice la cause I didn't have to pay since Acap owed both Kacip and I, so we both got free dinner. Lol. Thanks Acap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after the dinner, in Liyana's car, when the last of the adrenaline  from the day wore off, I started becoming slightly depressed. I just felt such disappointment, like all of my effort has gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I told Liyana "I wish I had a boyfriend right now. I just want a guy who can be supportive when I'm feeling down like this" I mean, I was listening to her talk with her boyfriend and I know it must be nice for her to have that someone to talk to when she's stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that when I got home, the first thing Anis asked was "How was your paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was complaining to her, I think the stress of the last few days kinda exploded and I ended up shedding a few tears. I hate the fact that it's so easy for me to cry nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm feeling the effects of a burnout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so tired of everything right now. And I still have two more papers.&lt;br /&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/24885396-5787290631713514642?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5787290631713514642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5787290631713514642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5787290631713514642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5787290631713514642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-why-but-todays-paper-was.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-744574686641697388</id><published>2009-11-05T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:56:36.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling so anxious the whole day. I've been pacing around my room non-stop , trying to calm myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that I'm feeling the anxiety. I mean, it's not like I've never had exams before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM STILL SO BLOODY SCARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like hyperventilating right now.&lt;br /&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/24885396-744574686641697388?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/744574686641697388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=744574686641697388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/744574686641697388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/744574686641697388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-so-scared.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6777765167760269431</id><published>2009-11-01T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:30:16.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Su1vdw24hMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/366YVXCsB98/s1600-h/30102009073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Su1vdw24hMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/366YVXCsB98/s200/30102009073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399094085409080514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that? That was me two days ago. My room was extra cold that night so I wrapped my quilt around myself and ended up looking like a giant burrito (in Alwani's words). What stress does to you. Lol.&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/24885396-6777765167760269431?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6777765167760269431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6777765167760269431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6777765167760269431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6777765167760269431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/see-that-that-was-me-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Su1vdw24hMI/AAAAAAAAAR8/366YVXCsB98/s72-c/30102009073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3244974387153908524</id><published>2009-11-01T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:05:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom is painful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think my wisdom tooth is coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling the pain for a few days already, but yesterday was the WORST. The pain was ridiculous. I ate 2 Panadol Actifast tablets and the pain only numbed down for an hour. ONE HOUR. What the hell. Luckily there were some Arcoxia around, so I had that later on and it seems to work. The pain's more bearable today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in so much pain yesterday I ended up watching &lt;a href="http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/"&gt;Zeitgeist&lt;/a&gt; again and started thinking about whether the US Federal Reserve is really as screwed-up as the documentary portrayed. Yeah, I watched that cause there was nothing interesting on TV. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyana came to study and she slept over last night. I feel so bad for her cause I couldn't study much because the pain was making it so hard to concentrate. But I think i ended up entertaining her when she watched the Arsenal - Tottenham match with me cause I tend to get really excited whenever I watch football. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she saw me in pain, she asked her mum and her boyfriend on what to do and somehow they both gave the same answer, which was to put a cotton wool soaked with minyak cap kapak IN THE MOUTH. I was like, "NO!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i did a more conventional way of lessening the pain, which was to gargle saltwater. And then I put some minyak geliga that my mum gave me, and applied it on the outside of my cheek and around my jawline. Kinda helped, but the throbbing was still there. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping last night was literally a nightmare. I kept on being woken up by the throbbing in my mouth and I can feel it all the way to my ear. Liyana kept on asking me "You okay tak ni?" Like I said, I felt so bad for her. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said that you'll get your wisdom tooth when you're &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Third_molar"&gt;"old enough to have supposedly gained some wisdom". &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is what you have to go through to become wise, I'd rather be stupid all my life.&lt;br /&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/24885396-3244974387153908524?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3244974387153908524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3244974387153908524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3244974387153908524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3244974387153908524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/11/wisdom-is-painful.html' title='Wisdom is painful.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4748931425548216405</id><published>2009-10-29T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:36:01.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-exam post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's still a bit sad to know that Dimitri's not around anymore. ='( Haih. The tears are not there anymore, but the memories are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is gonna be long because i don't think I'm gonna be updating anytime soon cause my first paper's next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xFWt0ADIhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xFWt0ADIhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to confess, I have a total girl-crush on Sophia Bush. I think she's such a hot, intelligent person and she's the only reason why I watch OTH nowadays.  I love how she uses the word "Detrimental" and thinks that "being smart is sexy" in the video. I wanna be like that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am straight, thank you very much, but that doesn't mean I don't think a girl is hot when she's hot. I give credit where it's due. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my radio/CD player in the car has decided that it hates me cause it refuses to turn on.  And for someone like me who MUST listen to something in the car (I burn a new CD practically every three weeks just so i don't get bored), the daily silence in the car is deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even turning on the songs on my phone doesn't help. I miss the randomness of changing the stations to find some random song that I might like. Yeah, I still can't stand Hitz and Fly, but changing between Mix, Red, BFM, Traxx and Capital FM is fun, cause you get to hear weird songs that usually won't be on Hitz and Fly. I love the fact that Mix and Red loves playing Savage Garden's To The Moon and Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm going through a withdrawal now. Pathetic, I know. I think it serves me right cause I always complaint about the radio having sucky songs. Now the radio is making me eat my own words. Karma sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I went for an internship interview last week, and I got the call today to say that I am going to be doing the internship with them!!!!!! Happy happy joy joy!!!! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of myself because the anxiety that usually sets in whenever I have to meet up with strangers wasn't there, and I managed to go through the interview quite flawlessly. I even managed to strike up a conversation with the interviewer about Dan Brown and how I managed to get the book for RM70 instead of RM100. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a total improvement for me cause I really do have a problem talking to strangers. In fact, sometimes I still have to think of what to say to my friends before I open my mouth. Yeah, I'm not exactly a people's person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Liyana was telling me the other day about how she watched this Korean tv shows and they were discussing how fairytales don't exactly have fairytale endings. And she was a bit shocked when I told her that I know some fairytales aren't like the ones told in the Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i told Liyana that in the original story, the old witch found out that Rapunzel was seeing the prince when her clothes started &lt;a href="http://fairytales.suite101.com/article.cfm/the_rapunzel_story_origins_and_versions"&gt;becoming tight around her belly:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;In the first version of the Rapunzel story of the Grimms' Children Stories, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rapunzel wonders why her clothes are getting tight alluding that her daily meetings with the prince in the tower have resulted to pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. This was deemed inappropriate for children and was removed from the later version. Similarly, Rapunzel is referred to as the "wife" of the prince to rule out any suspicion that her twins were born out of wedlock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how Sleeping Beauty woke up from her slumber because &lt;a href="http://www.altereddimensions.net/strange/SleepingBeauty.aspx"&gt;she was raped and gave birth to twins, and one of the twins sucked out the poisonous splinter from her thumb&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A rich nobleman was hunting in the woods when he ran across the abandoned body of Sleeping Beauty. Far from planting a kiss, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he nobleman instead raped her sleeping body, from which resulted a pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sleeping Beauty gave birth to two children and the forest fairies took care of them while Sleeping Beauty slumbered. Placing the babes to Sleeping Beauty’s breasts, one of the children accidentally mistook her thumb for a nipple and sucked out the poison splinter. Talia awoke from her deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later, the nobleman decided to return to the woods to have more sex with Sleeping Beauty’s body when to his surprise, he found her awake. The nobleman confesses that he raped her and they again had sex in the barn. The nobleman then returns home to his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nobleman’s wife found out about the encounter and ordered the children be kidnapped and cooked alive. The cook prepared the fiendish disk and served it to the rich nobleman at his dinner. As the nobleman finished his meal, the wife announced “you are eating what is your own!”. Alas, as it turns out, the cook had a soft heart and instead of killing and cooking the children, he substituted a goat instead. Talia and the children lived happily ever after.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Disturbing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disturbing fairytale is &lt;a href="http://www.andersen.sdu.dk/vaerk/hersholt/TheLittleMermaid_e.html"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/a&gt;. She sacrificed everything for the prince  (her voice, her tail, her home) but the prince eventually fell in love with another person and in the end the mermaid turns into foam. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Original fairytales are scary. And morbid, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Need to go back to studying now. Haih. I hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! =)&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/24885396-4748931425548216405?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4748931425548216405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4748931425548216405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4748931425548216405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4748931425548216405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/pre-exam-post.html' title='Pre-exam post.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-110456179882838157</id><published>2009-10-27T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:19:06.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel a loss, and it's breaking my heart into a million pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrG12KwFjvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bf6egna2fi4/s200/dimitri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrG12KwFjvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bf6egna2fi4/s200/dimitri.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember him, from &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-sleep-like-how-this-handsome.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that he was going to live until he dies of old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine how heartbroken I became this morning when Zara came knocking on my door and said "Kak Ya, Dimitri died".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in total shock, and I tried forgetting about that while I was studying today. I guess I was in denial the whole day. And I did manage to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during lunch it hit me that he wasn't going to be around again and when I told Liyana that Dimitri died, the tears started rolling down. Yeah, I cried in the Monash cafe. Luckily it was just the two of us at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home just now and realised that he will never be there to greet me again whenever I get home, the tears came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the house is feeling the loss. Even my dad texted me and said he couldn't believe that Dimitri died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that my baby boy's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby and I am going to miss you so, so much. ='(&lt;br /&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/24885396-110456179882838157?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/110456179882838157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=110456179882838157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/110456179882838157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/110456179882838157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-loss-and-its-breaking-my-heart.html' title='I feel a loss, and it&apos;s breaking my heart into a million pieces.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrG12KwFjvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bf6egna2fi4/s72-c/dimitri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7788089920846265549</id><published>2009-10-15T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:50:53.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that when I raise my voice, I can reduce people to tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7788089920846265549?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7788089920846265549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7788089920846265549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7788089920846265549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7788089920846265549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-fact-that-when-i-raise-my-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3305947481963863059</id><published>2009-10-11T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:00:46.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life. Death. Everything In Between.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/StHRmVpOadI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qtzMQqBUp_w/s1600-h/DSCF6285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/StHRmVpOadI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qtzMQqBUp_w/s200/DSCF6285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391320685514484178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the grave of my brother, who was stillborn 18 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an open secret in my family. Everyone knows about it, but we rather not talk about it. Like whenever my parents get the chance to go back to Newcastle, we all know that they'll visit Azzim's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture, which was taken on my parents' trip to England in April, and some others taken on the trip, are the only pictures that I've ever seen of the grave. I've never been to the grave myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about it, but after looking at the pictures,  I know it must have been devastating for my parents to lose a child. My mum was eight months along, if I'm not mistaken, and just one day, the baby stopped breathing. I think I would have broken down if that happened to me. And to know that it happened to my own mother makes me wonder about my mum's strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents didn't stop trying. And exactly three years to the date of the loss of one son, my mum gave birth to my (only!!!) brother, Alias Iskandar Ashraf bin Azani on the 27th November 1994, who is healthy, and is doing his PMR right now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing coincidence? I don't think so. I feel like it was more like God's way of saying that instead of forever mourning the loss of one son, my parents should celebrate the life of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I've always been fascinated with the name Afdzal Mikhail. I know that is what I'll name my baby boy. And it's interesting that the initials Afdzal Mikhail is the same as Azzim Malik, and funnily enough, Malik &amp;amp; Mikhail are both names of angels. The similarities didn't occur to me until I saw the pictures of the graves. So yeah, if I were to have a baby boy, his name will definitely be simlar to Azzim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence again? Let's just say it was &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/serendipity"&gt;serendipity&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-3305947481963863059?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3305947481963863059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3305947481963863059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3305947481963863059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3305947481963863059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-death-everything-in-between.html' title='Life. Death. Everything In Between.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/StHRmVpOadI/AAAAAAAAAR0/qtzMQqBUp_w/s72-c/DSCF6285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8704097598755110831</id><published>2009-10-08T11:17:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:37:43.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevention is better than cure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJLoPVge5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LLo2z57Am5M/s320/AliaCam129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJLoPVge5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LLo2z57Am5M/s320/AliaCam129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My last cervical cancer vaccine jab, &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/poke-at-life-literally.html"&gt;July 2008&lt;/a&gt;. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the biggest fan of our government. Sometimes I feel like they tend to talk the walk rather than actually walking the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am totally advocating their move for &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2009/9/26/nation/4786032&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Cervical Cancer Vaccination for 13-year-old Girls&lt;/a&gt; (from The Star).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is something that's quite close to heart for me because I got the vaccine jabs &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-information-on-cervical-cancer-in.html"&gt;l&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-information-on-cervical-cancer-in.html"&gt;ast year&lt;/a&gt;. And I remembered that my dad spent around RM400 per shot for Anis and I, and each one of us needed THREE shots. So yeah, prevention &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Star's article mentions that the Government will be spending RM150 million annually for the three jabs. Frankly speaking, I think it won't be a waste of the government's money, considering that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Cervical cancer is the second most common cancer among        females in Malaysia after breast cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The incidence of this cancer is        11.6 per 100,000 populations, with the age standardized rate of 16.2 per        100,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt; It is estimated that approximately 440,000 new cases of cervical cancers occur worldwide annually, and 80% of these cancers occur in developing and undeveloped countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;       The association of HPV (the organism that causes cancer of the cervix) with cervical cancer is very high, much higher than        the association of tobacco smoking and lung cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;       The younger the age of the woman in indulging in sexual activity the        higher is her risk to get HPV infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So yeah, although there are cases such as where a &lt;a href="http://malaysia.news.yahoo.com/ap/20090929/tbs-eu-britain-vaccine-death-f8250da.html"&gt;British girl dies after being vaccinated&lt;/a&gt;, the fact that the government is taking action by giving the vaccination to these girls when it would  probably cost around RM1000 per person to do it privately is definitely something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, even though I'm not directly affected by this news, I'm happy that the government has decided to introduce this vaccination program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do wonder, since they are now supplying 13-year-old girls with these vaccines, do older girls get subsidies for the jabs? I mean, it would be so unfair if these girls are forced to pay so much just because they are older, especially for the girls coming from families that aren't so well-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least now I know that when I start paying income tax next year, at least I can tell myself that they may be using my money to cover the vaccine expenses. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that this vaccination program cements the fact that yes, we women are high-maintenance. But not by choice. We were just born that way. Hahaha.&lt;br /&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/24885396-8704097598755110831?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8704097598755110831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8704097598755110831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8704097598755110831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8704097598755110831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Prevention is better than cure.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJLoPVge5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LLo2z57Am5M/s72-c/AliaCam129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8607742314117144799</id><published>2009-10-06T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T10:35:52.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popularity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never been a fan of stereotyping cause I've never conformed to any stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I wasn't nerdy enough to be the nerd, wasn't smart enough to be the genius, wasn't pretty enough to be the popular one, wasn't cool enough to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People never knew how to classify me. In fact, if you ask my classmates from school last time, when it comes to describing me they would usually just say "The smart budak lompat". Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me some time, but I'm comfortable with being who I am right now. Like a friend of mine said, I've gone through my Mia Thermopolis moment. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I have never been in the popular clique but that was what exactly gave us the freedom for us to evolve, find ourselves and become the people that we are now. Quoting Ine, "We've changed for the better". So true. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it baffles us that sometimes we see all these people who are still trying to hold on to their former popularity and people who would do just about anything to please the supposedly popular clique just so that they would become popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think about it, at our age right now, we're supposed to be adults. So sometimes I really wonder, is it really necessary to please people who might forget you two years down the road when you can spend those time improving yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I've never tried pleasing these people. Believe me, I've tried. It's just too exhausting and pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've come to a conclusion that it's better to just be honest with yourself, do things that  satisfies yourself and just surround yourself with people who you have seen you at your best and your worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, some people might find self-satisfaction in being popular, so if that's the case, I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end it's a case of to each his/her own. But maybe it's time for some of these people to wake up, think of themselves first and stop thinking about how to impress others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-8607742314117144799?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8607742314117144799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8607742314117144799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8607742314117144799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8607742314117144799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/popularity.html' title='Popularity'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5673312032465896840</id><published>2009-10-03T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:32:47.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was browsing through my past posts and then I saw this pic, and I JUST HAD TO REPOST IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5820/73/1600/cristianoronaldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 594px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5820/73/1600/cristianoronaldo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was obviously photoshopped, but still, ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-5673312032465896840?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5673312032465896840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5673312032465896840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5673312032465896840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5673312032465896840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-browsing-through-my-past-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5334132012571637653</id><published>2009-10-01T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:46:43.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this quote by a guy called &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquotes.com/quotes/quotes/d/danieljbo104920.html"&gt;Daniel J. Boorstin&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="body"&gt;Education is learning what you didn't even know you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, ain't that the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh My God at &lt;a href="http://www.brainyquotes.com/quotes/quotes/h/hedylamarr100500.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-5334132012571637653?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5334132012571637653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5334132012571637653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5334132012571637653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5334132012571637653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-read-this-quote-by-guy-called-daniel.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-534285538025673732</id><published>2009-10-01T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:48:46.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm happy I was never a popular kid back in school, cause it gave me a chance to grow into the person that I am now, without people scrutinising my every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, very random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-534285538025673732?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/534285538025673732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=534285538025673732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/534285538025673732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/534285538025673732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-happy-i-was-never-popular-kid-back.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6600208577074355858</id><published>2009-09-30T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:22:28.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg. I just remembered that I read this funny post somewhere and it was so hilarious cause I feel like it's so true, especially when I look at my cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodeatsfanpage.com/Humor/otherhumor/dog_cat_diary.htm"&gt;Dog's Diary vs Cat's Diary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Dog's Diary&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;    10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;    12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;    11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Cat's Diary&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsNmBQhLUZI/AAAAAAAAARs/M3nCzNgurVE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090917_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsNmBQhLUZI/AAAAAAAAARs/M3nCzNgurVE/s200/Snapshot_20090917_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261751065268626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 983 of My Captivity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My captors continue to taunt me      with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat,      while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.      Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I      nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The only thing that keeps me going      is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit      on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body      at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts,      since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made      condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was some sort of assembly of      their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the      duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the      food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of      "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my      advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Today I was almost successful in      an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his      feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top      of the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am convinced that the other      prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special      privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing      to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I      observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he      reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for      him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's funny, right???? And you can just imagine the cats thinking like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh, by the way, I found it funny that people were shocked that I was actually studying in Monash during the break. I mean, it's a bit of give and take la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You study for three hours, and then you rest for three days. Fair enough, right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right now I wanna go read those Archie comics that my sisters bought. Hmmm, I used to remember the time when I had a shelf full of Archie comics. Wow, those were good times. Lol. I wonder what happened to my Archie collection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okiedokes, I'm off. Nitenite, people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;!--mstheme--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;!--msthemeseparator--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6600208577074355858?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6600208577074355858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6600208577074355858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6600208577074355858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6600208577074355858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsNmBQhLUZI/AAAAAAAAARs/M3nCzNgurVE/s72-c/Snapshot_20090917_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-1564193354510140639</id><published>2009-09-28T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:06:18.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been pestering my dad for a new car for a long time cause anyone who's been in my Vitara lately would know how kesian my car is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, when my dad asked me what sort of car I want, I said I want a car that's tall, if it was possible, cause tall cars are so much better to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is right, the cars that fit my criteria like the Kia Sportage and Suzuki SX4 are all in the RM 90,000 range and my dad's conditions for a new car is that once I start working, I'll have to take over the loan payments. Which is fair enough, since it's going to be MY CAR anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.automobilesreview.com/uploads/2008/04/cobra-suzuki-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.automobilesreview.com/uploads/2008/04/cobra-suzuki-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cardata.com/images/2008_new_cars/Kia/2008_Kia_Sportage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 240px;" src="http://cardata.com/images/2008_new_cars/Kia/2008_Kia_Sportage2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, I was looking at the brochures for the cars and the price list and what-nots and I was looking at how much the loan repayment is a month for these cars. If i were to take a 9-year loan, the loan repayment would be around RM900+ per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did some calculations. Say if I could (optimistically) get around RM2,400 or Rm2,500 for my first job, after deducting the tax that I have to pay and the monthly loan repayment, I'll only be left with about RM1,000 for my monthly expenses. What the hell. And that doesn't include the money for petrol and parking and emergency nonsense. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, unless I can find a first job that pays me like RM4,000 (which is almost impossible), I think I have to forego that dream of a tall car and just consider of buying a cheaper car for myself if I were to have more disposable income during my first few years of working life. Haih. I hate it when reality sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. I'm still young. There's still plenty of time for me to get a nice car once I'm settled in the working force but, urgh. Work. NOT looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-1564193354510140639?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1564193354510140639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=1564193354510140639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1564193354510140639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1564193354510140639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7979483890188695643</id><published>2009-09-27T23:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:27:19.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sr-Fpber7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AUa0DoPzq9M/s1600-h/DSCF8287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sr-Fpber7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AUa0DoPzq9M/s200/DSCF8287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386170626155998610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, with my date for the Monash Ball. Yep, my sister was my plus one that night. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun that night. But the food sucked. More pics on Facebook. So malas to put here. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today, I got to meet Ine again after 8 months. =) So happy that she's back from Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I went over to Ine's house in Rawang with Yana, and we were so proud of ourselves that we managed to get to her house without getting lost cause neither one of us has driven to Rawang before, and we were totally dependent on Ine's directions and the road signs. Lol. And I guess it helped that I take particular notice of landmarks and stuff when I drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically Ine only invited the two of us, and her sister invited like 5 friends of hers, and hence there was a LOT of yummy food there. Yana and I ended up stuffing our faces with roti jala that Ine's mum made, AND barbecued chickens, sausages and meats that the sister's friends made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I felt like such a glutton. Oh, did I mention I had an ice-cream, too? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice catching up with her, though. And we took loads of pictures, but unfortunately the pictures in my camera didn't turn out so well. But these are some of the pictures that we took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAS4wmNPAI/AAAAAAAAARE/DDnIDTbNfO0/s1600-h/27092009065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAS4wmNPAI/AAAAAAAAARE/DDnIDTbNfO0/s200/27092009065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386325920662240258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYbjwllJI/AAAAAAAAARk/DgMoz3j5i_k/s1600-h/Yana%27s_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYbjwllJI/AAAAAAAAARk/DgMoz3j5i_k/s200/Yana%27s_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386332016069678226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYbO0cOGI/AAAAAAAAARc/CvBrbnBcKmo/s1600-h/P9280044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYbO0cOGI/AAAAAAAAARc/CvBrbnBcKmo/s200/P9280044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386332010448697442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYasmuUSI/AAAAAAAAARU/a1gj-356Hd4/s1600-h/P9280038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYasmuUSI/AAAAAAAAARU/a1gj-356Hd4/s200/P9280038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386332001264357666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYaBNeI3I/AAAAAAAAARM/d_v53KPuSt8/s1600-h/P9280037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SsAYaBNeI3I/AAAAAAAAARM/d_v53KPuSt8/s200/P9280037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386331989615715186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you can only take random pictures like this when you're with your close friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, we weren't even close the last few years of high school. And it's ironic how the supposedly close friends of ours in high school are more like acquintances now, rather than good friends. Oh well, c'est la vie, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is, they're not judgemental. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm being paranoid, but think I'm being judged by my hair now. Please la. I'm still the same person okay. If you knew me then, you'd still know me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-7979483890188695643?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7979483890188695643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7979483890188695643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7979483890188695643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7979483890188695643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sr-Fpber7ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AUa0DoPzq9M/s72-c/DSCF8287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-497277611840707832</id><published>2009-09-22T21:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:27:02.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My raya</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy cause I had loads of yummy food these past few days. GEMUK LA SAYA MACAM NI. Haih. And I'm also happy cause I got loads of duit raya this year!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family portrait from the first day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrjWKH7LaCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Ka8Uz2nQ8A/s1600-h/raya1stday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrjWKH7LaCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Ka8Uz2nQ8A/s200/raya1stday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384288823935723554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a video of my dad tricking us into thinking he was taking a picture. You can hear him laughing loudly at the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cba9e9322ebd1eb5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcba9e9322ebd1eb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14627B483C85860F276C1B880BE48FF3AF8F9174.8F971A1DB3C4F46971B4726A4E6EB7446A13FFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcba9e9322ebd1eb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds1dpZtxbFJ0zag1Ibn-GajBVM58&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcba9e9322ebd1eb5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14627B483C85860F276C1B880BE48FF3AF8F9174.8F971A1DB3C4F46971B4726A4E6EB7446A13FFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcba9e9322ebd1eb5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds1dpZtxbFJ0zag1Ibn-GajBVM58&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in black &amp;amp; white on the second day. Thank God we didn't end up looking like mourners. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrjWKTuqAjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yM5lsR-YlKk/s1600-h/raya2ndday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrjWKTuqAjI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yM5lsR-YlKk/s200/raya2ndday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384288827104428594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took this candid video while we were getting ready for the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f3af6c29dda67d17" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3af6c29dda67d17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2055EB5EABC855500C6DEE22237DF48E641F3D34.52320252B1FDBB71202A6DD0752163AD47607E10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3af6c29dda67d17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC5bXbHSbwXl-2iBy-bqs9iRQZ3w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df3af6c29dda67d17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329895654%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2055EB5EABC855500C6DEE22237DF48E641F3D34.52320252B1FDBB71202A6DD0752163AD47607E10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df3af6c29dda67d17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC5bXbHSbwXl-2iBy-bqs9iRQZ3w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seems like my dad has discovered the VIDEO button on the camera and is using it to its full potential. -___- Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class starts tomorrow. How sad. Even my dad, the heart doctor, has the whole week off. HOW BLOODY UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&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/24885396-497277611840707832?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/497277611840707832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=497277611840707832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/497277611840707832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/497277611840707832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-raya.html' title='My raya'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrjWKH7LaCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/9Ka8Uz2nQ8A/s72-c/raya1stday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7100414051991749145</id><published>2009-09-17T12:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:23:43.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrG12KwFjvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bf6egna2fi4/s1600-h/dimitri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrG12KwFjvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bf6egna2fi4/s200/dimitri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382282971888062194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to sleep like how this handsome boy of mine is sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that he and his sisters are 1+ years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like it was just yesterday that &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/presenting.html"&gt;they were born&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Dimitri. =) Go make beautiful babies. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Josie.&lt;br /&gt;And Cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;And Princey.&lt;br /&gt;And Noodles.&lt;br /&gt;And Stardust.&lt;br /&gt;And Penelope, too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, we give weird names to our cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7100414051991749145?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7100414051991749145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7100414051991749145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7100414051991749145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7100414051991749145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-sleep-like-how-this-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrG12KwFjvI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Bf6egna2fi4/s72-c/dimitri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3198222834194029905</id><published>2009-09-16T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:03:23.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrEHAAyhTrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZBYXKsYx1K4/s1600-h/examtimetable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 32px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrEHAAyhTrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZBYXKsYx1K4/s200/examtimetable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382090726477745842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is the scary, creepy thing known as my EXAM TIMETABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it just now, and I almost got a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dates for the two papers that I absolutely despise are BACK-TO-BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, there are like 20 available dates for the exams, and they just HAD to choose two back-to-back dates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so ironic that this was supposed to be my "laid-back" semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me while I go wallow in the corner and arrange my timetable for the next six weeks so that I won't fail any of these units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-3198222834194029905?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3198222834194029905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3198222834194029905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3198222834194029905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3198222834194029905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/urgh.html' title='Urgh.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SrEHAAyhTrI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZBYXKsYx1K4/s72-c/examtimetable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-1356294729980232190</id><published>2009-09-14T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:32:58.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small post.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went to buka puasa with my family at the KL Convention Centre. Met one of Anis' friend there. Let's call her T. So T snuck up behind me while I was taking food and started stroking my hair and whispering "Pretty straight hair....." which almost made me jump out of my skin. I turned to her and went "WHAT THE HELL MAN?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we had a conversation that sort of went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;T: So how's Monash? My friend said the workload is ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: Uh huh. I have two assignments due next week and one on the 4th day of raya. Joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;T: No wonder your sister says you don't have a boyfriend. Aren't you a business student? Shouldn't you like be out more often, y'know, networking? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Me: BITCH!!!!!! I don't have time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;T: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. Even my sister's friend knows how PATHETIC my life is. Haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-1356294729980232190?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1356294729980232190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=1356294729980232190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1356294729980232190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1356294729980232190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-weekend-i-went-to-buka-puasa-with.html' title='Small post.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3908381877367484984</id><published>2009-09-10T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:43:21.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reflection of who we are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so funny, how in America, the supposedly "Land of Dreams", &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/nation/article/0,8599,1921298,00.html"&gt;Muslim Americans are struggling to be accepted&lt;/a&gt;. What's more saddening is that compared to eight years ago, during the 9/11 attacks, people were more tolerant of Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reckless, stupid and inconsiderate &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Current_News/NST/articles/4coww/Article/index_html"&gt;cow head protest&lt;/a&gt; in Shah Alam during the first week of Ramadhan, on a FRIDAY nonetheless, is not doing any good for the world's perception on Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how we as Muslims are being judged by the public based on these events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  by the way, we're into the last 10 days of Ramadan now. I can't believe how fast time flies!&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/24885396-3908381877367484984?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3908381877367484984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3908381877367484984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3908381877367484984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3908381877367484984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflection-of-who-we-are.html' title='A reflection of who we are.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-901388287787720895</id><published>2009-09-09T23:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:05:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored. Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just cause I felt like posting up random pictures and videos. And songs, too. LOL. Putting these up on Facebook just seems weird. And pointless. Fine, it's STILL weird and pointless here, but meh, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Random pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a picture of my studylight on my desk, surrounded by all sort of nonsense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqfPx46HA-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/pjc_izxvb84/s1600-h/DSCF7757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqfPx46HA-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/pjc_izxvb84/s200/DSCF7757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379496735914001378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the picture actually looks really good! I am so proud of myself, considering it was just a random picture. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, while looking at the Arsenal site, pretending that I have plastic money to buy all the stuff, I saw this baby sleepsuit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2950/N_L_A2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2950/N_L_A2950.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG when I have babies my babies will so be wearing this. It's sooooo cuteeee. I wonder what my uncle would think if I bought this for my baby cousin, especially since my uncle's a HUGE Liverpool fan. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Random Videos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I went up to Wani, flipped my hair, and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I'm pretty!!!!!!!!!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;just to annoy her. I was bored and she came barging into my room, so she was such an easy target. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I sounded like Johnny Bravo, a cartoon character who is SO FULL OF HIMSELF, it's unbelievable. He's like the epitome of himbo-ness. So anyways, I went on Youtube and found this video on what happens when the idiot Johnny Bravo meets his echo. It's sooooo lame, but it's so idiotically funny! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;"I'm pretty! No, I'm prettier!" &lt;/span&gt;Watch it. It's only 20 seconds anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HM_1qYpQrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6HM_1qYpQrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is so random, but when I was watching BSB's latest video (yeah, they still exist! I heard the song on radio and it reminded me of a time 10 years ago when I was obsessed with them!), I was watching Nick and thinking how hot he looks cause he was BALD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that my obsession with bald guys should stop. Lol. Here's the Backstreet Boys vid for Straight to My Heart (I love the song, btw, hahaha. I'm in my bimbo music mode right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_ymNTLqPzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F_ymNTLqPzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Random songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG. It's called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Broken, and it's by Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;. I have been listening to it on repeat continuously for the past 3 days. Jason Wade's voice can make me melt like butterrrrr. Yummy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://x.m.k.8.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://x.m.k.8.aimini.net/play/?fid=8KMXOOeA1iNWS1bKVydA&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://x.m.k.8.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://x.m.k.8.aimini.net/play/?fid=8KMXOOeA1iNWS1bKVydA&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another song I absolutely love. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;3OH!3's Starstrukk with Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;. It's all Nat's fault for making me hooked onto this song. I especially love the line &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;"You know that type of shit just don't work on me, whistling then trying to flirt with me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://o.7.x.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.7.x.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=bx7OZ5Eohh8PCmDiNlDv&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://o.7.x.b.aimini.net/player/mp3/?file=http://o.7.x.b.aimini.net/play/?fid=bx7OZ5Eohh8PCmDiNlDv&amp;amp;auto=yes&amp;amp;repeat=yes" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="120"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough spamming. I need to sleep. And get back to doing assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about assignments, there's something I need to get off my chest before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realised pisses me off so badly? Imagine spending ages researching for your assignment, typing out the essay, forcing your brain to come up with some intellectual words to convey your point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then imagine somebody who has obviously not put in any effort in the assignment because basically they just take other people's work, and they get HIGHER marks than you. Won't that piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like it's a slap to the face when this happens. Thing is, I see it happening with EVERY SINGLE BLOODY ASSIGNMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do all my assignments by myself okay and it hurts so bad when other people who obviously didn't do any thinking gets similar or higher marks than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, they're not exactly dumb people cause you need brains la if you want to survive Monash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why sometimes I feel so good when I do so much better than them for the exams. It's such sweet revenge to be able to smile and say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"I got a Distinction/High Distinction. How about you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's so immature to be doing that, but it gives me so much satisfaction to be able to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I guess I have to thank these cheaters cause they became my inspiration to achieve higher marks. Yeah, I have a twisted mind, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Now that that's out, I can go to sleep now. Nitenite people! Lol.&lt;br /&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/24885396-901388287787720895?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/901388287787720895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=901388287787720895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/901388287787720895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/901388287787720895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-bored-lol.html' title='I&apos;m bored. Lol.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqfPx46HA-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/pjc_izxvb84/s72-c/DSCF7757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6691848315506409383</id><published>2009-09-07T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:57:29.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally random.</title><content type='html'>Alia's random thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guys actually sing Aerosmith's I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing when they go for karaoke sessions? Cause the song (which is one of my absolute favourites to sing during karaoke, or in the car!) seems more like a girl's song cause of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gedik&lt;/span&gt; way that Steven Tyler sings it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, RANDOM thought of the day. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6691848315506409383?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6691848315506409383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6691848315506409383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6691848315506409383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6691848315506409383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/totally-random.html' title='Totally random.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-697729629042146158</id><published>2009-09-06T09:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T00:03:31.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara's 8th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM7PplVPxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z4p9bCfELfA/s1600-h/DSCF7760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM7PplVPxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z4p9bCfELfA/s200/DSCF7760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378207520057016082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM6PI96oZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5MsGSS4fXbI/s1600-h/DSCF7783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM6PI96oZI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5MsGSS4fXbI/s200/DSCF7783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378206411790131602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM5dDtl75I/AAAAAAAAAPc/dTMQt-F1dKs/s1600-h/DSCF7787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM5dDtl75I/AAAAAAAAAPc/dTMQt-F1dKs/s200/DSCF7787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378205551386029970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM4SCibU8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/7fTElrxmDdE/s1600-h/DSCF7791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM4SCibU8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/7fTElrxmDdE/s200/DSCF7791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378204262580573122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM2jhRes1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/20a4N8OtF5g/s1600-h/DSCF7811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM2jhRes1I/AAAAAAAAAPM/20a4N8OtF5g/s200/DSCF7811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378202363865510738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 8th birthday, Alysha Nadia Zahirah!&lt;br /&gt;You're getting bigger and Kak Ya's getting older! ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-697729629042146158?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/697729629042146158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=697729629042146158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/697729629042146158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/697729629042146158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/zaras-8th-birthday.html' title='Zara&apos;s 8th birthday'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SqM7PplVPxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z4p9bCfELfA/s72-c/DSCF7760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-927822071230340031</id><published>2009-09-03T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:37:45.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sp9jX3lU-0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/M3jToitEf_U/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090903_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sp9jX3lU-0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/M3jToitEf_U/s200/Snapshot_20090903_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377125741812316994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new hair!!!! I love it! Hahahahahahahahaha. People were so shocked when they saw me this week. I should have makeovers like this more often. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've gotta go back to reading up on some more journals now. Urgh. I can't wait for the mid-sem break, where I'll be free from doing any journal readings!&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/24885396-927822071230340031?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/927822071230340031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=927822071230340031' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/927822071230340031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/927822071230340031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-hair-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sp9jX3lU-0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/M3jToitEf_U/s72-c/Snapshot_20090903_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6390331600875319669</id><published>2009-08-27T22:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:40:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This semester has got to be the most difficult study-wise for as long as I've been at Monash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so demotivated in my whole time here. I have two free days every week and I'm only taking 3 units instead of the usual 4, yet I feel like I have not been able to catch up with most of what I've learnt. I just can't grasp some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually come to a point where I've started thinking, "what if I just try to maintain a 60% average this semester?" and I actually calculated my marks and since my average would still be a Distinction, I really wouldn't mind getting all credits this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I just want to cry. And I have to send in assignments practically every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can understand now why my first-year lecturer kept on warning us about how difficult third year was gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got through past semesters quite well, I just never thought that this semester was going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THAT&lt;/span&gt; difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Liyana and I were ranting about this last night, I almost burst out crying cause I don't understand why I just can't seem to get anything inside my head now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only saving grace right now is that I'm still on track with one of the units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this helpless feeling so much. And I hate myself for being so ambitious sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my pride. I just wanna survive this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-6390331600875319669?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6390331600875319669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6390331600875319669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6390331600875319669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6390331600875319669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='=('/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-919125478715632353</id><published>2009-08-15T00:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:39:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynicism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sent in my assignment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst 2000 words I've ever had to write. EVER. EVER. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But funnily kan, i realise that I tend to be more creative when I'm under pressure cause when I read back my assignment, I was actually thinking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"Wah, I can actually construct sentences like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I sent in my assignment, I was so happy cause I was gonna go out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it started to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, flooding-in-multiple-places pour. So I was late in picking up my friend cause I got stuck in a jam. Oh yeah. JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so happy cause I got to eat nice food for dinner! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, any food would have been nice cause I was too busy finishing up the assignment to actually have a proper lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bad habit, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this coming from a person who keeps on telling her siblings "DON'T SKIP YOUR MEALS". I am embarrassed to say that I'm so not practicing what I preach. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Anis said something interesting to me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"I have this friend tau, and she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; cynical. Actually, she reminds me of you la, Kakya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that. Me, a cynic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked! Really, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that I was cynical, but I think that was the first time someone actually stating it out loud like that. And she was comparing my cynicism with her friend's. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it though. I've always been very cynical and my perspective's not likely to change anytime soon. I'm comfortable with being a cynic and an optimist at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contradiction? Oh, totally. I've always been contradictory, haven't I? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-919125478715632353?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/919125478715632353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=919125478715632353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/919125478715632353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/919125478715632353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/08/cynicism.html' title='Cynicism.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8715093103250349739</id><published>2009-08-12T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:58:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? In a foul mood? Oh no no no no. I just feel like bashing something, that's all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have an assignment due on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent most of my free time reading up on journal articles that will supposedly help me make sense of the assignment, but let me emphasise on the word SUPPOSEDLY because the more I read, the more confused I became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that even reading is becoming a chore now. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst still, in between reading these journals, I still had to make time for another assignment that's due later today. I am so glad that the other one's easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so clueless in doing an assignment. I almost wish that the uni would close down because H1N1. Not such a far-off thought, since there are already a few confirmed cases and we're subjected to temperature checks everytime we step into the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I can wish, can't I?&lt;br /&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/24885396-8715093103250349739?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8715093103250349739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8715093103250349739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8715093103250349739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8715093103250349739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-foul-mood-oh-no-no-no-no-i-just-feel.html' title='Me? In a foul mood? Oh no no no no. I just feel like bashing something, that&apos;s all.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-1196947391073171313</id><published>2009-08-06T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:03:19.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MslbhDZoniY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MslbhDZoniY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone should watch this. It's a really inspirational clip. I actually cried the first time I saw it, during a career talk in Monash (that was embarrassing, trying to hide the tears. Lol.).&lt;br /&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/24885396-1196947391073171313?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1196947391073171313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=1196947391073171313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1196947391073171313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1196947391073171313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/08/everyone-should-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3801923567777336578</id><published>2009-08-05T23:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:40:45.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender equality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I was talking with a friend of mine about work and stuff cause we were supposed to start looking for internship for the summer break. And we were talking about job prospects once we graduate, etc, etc, when he said something to this effect:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tapi you perempuan, senang je. You kahwin je la dengan someone kaya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was a bit taken aback and I was actually rendered speechless for a few seconds after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not studied my ass off these past three years to just be satisfied with being some housewife, waiting hand and foot on her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.BLOODY.WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I wanted to kahwin some rich-ass kid and be totally dependent on him, what was the point of me slaving over my studies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see how far I can go on my own, with the skills that I have or will obtain in the future. Partially it's about the money, but mostly it's for my own self-satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you right now that being a housewife will NOT give me any self-satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it shocked me that the thought even crossed my friend's mind. I seriously didn't know that guys could still think like that. It saddens me.&lt;br /&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/24885396-3801923567777336578?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3801923567777336578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3801923567777336578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3801923567777336578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3801923567777336578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/08/gender-equality.html' title='Gender equality?'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7615924738658170485</id><published>2009-07-30T07:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:24:51.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title post. Lol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sick. I've been sick for the past 5 days already. Boo. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily, I got sick a few hours after writing the previous post. I knew there would be something that would stop me from studying. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice is very sengau right now. Sometimes I think I sound like Fran from The Nanny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what went through my mind a few days back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us taking the Accounting major in Monash have the ambition of being an auditor  in one of the Big Four (PwC, KPMG, Deloitte, Ernst &amp;amp; Young) once we graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I'm taking the Auditing unit right now and the more I go for the classes, the more I think that auditing might not be want I want to slave my life to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, put it this way la, while the lecturer was talking about ethics and whistleblowing and how life as an auditor is in reality, I was actually looking around the lecture hall to see which guy has a strong jaw and whether the girl in one of the rows in front of me has fake hair. And I was also thinking about how my lecturer looks like a huggable teddy bear. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me that the thought of not being an auditor actually crossed my mind because it kinda goes without saying la that you're supposed to be an auditor when you graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder you know, what other options do I have if I refuse to become an auditor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are other things I could do, but I just don't see anything yet. But I just know that I might not like being an auditor. I know even right now, that if I become an auditor, after six months I'll be bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's a never say never situation because usually whenever I say I'll never do something, I'll end up doing it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&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/24885396-7615924738658170485?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7615924738658170485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7615924738658170485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7615924738658170485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7615924738658170485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-title-post-lol.html' title='No title post. Lol.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4475279373538993568</id><published>2009-07-24T11:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:27:58.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week rant. Hehehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh My God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this is the first Friday of the first week, and I'm actually STUDYING. Or trying to. I wrote some notes, but i can't seem to finish off the stupid Chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's Accounting THEORY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yep, I have to actually read up on theories of accounting. What the hell.&lt;/span&gt; It's all words and journals and people disputing each theory that comes about. In the end I know I'm gonna feel like I've learnt everything yet I've learnt nothing since nothing is concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself drooping off already. Oh well, at least I tried to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm running away, from predictable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Miss reliable, so methodical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Wanna be individual, and original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; So radical, and desirable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics describes exactly i want to do. But obviously I'm not becoming more desirable since I'm actually studying. Bloody hell. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's something that has been nagging on my mind these past couple of weeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, but are guys becoming more brand-conscious than girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a random observation. I mean, I like branded stuff, but nowadays I feel like the amount of money that some guys spend on one shirt could buy me at least 5 tops. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again I spend most of my time in Sunway, where apparently the rich flaunt everything they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it could just be me who is oblivious to all the branded clothes that I should be wearing. Sorry la. I'm not that rich. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I still don't get why people find it weird that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watch football AND&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I DON'T SUPPORT MAN UTD. (Arsenal all the way, baby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;It's so strange. It's weird enough to guys that I actually know footballers, and I know it intrigues them that I choose Arsenal over Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet they don't know that I have an Arsenal calendar hanging on my door and it's Robin van Persie month this month. Lol. Next month is Cesc's month! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it'll also intrigue them when they find out that one of my good friend (who is a girl, too, mind you) supports Chelsea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I supported Malaysia all the way during both their matches with Manchester United this past week. It thrilled me when they scored twice against Man Utd and it broke my heart when I saw them not playing well in the second game, which I went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiedokes, enough rants, gonna try to get back to studying. Won't be too successful now, though. Facebook is calling. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads!  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-4475279373538993568?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4475279373538993568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4475279373538993568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4475279373538993568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4475279373538993568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-week-rant-hehehe.html' title='First week rant. Hehehe.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6605194582918086854</id><published>2009-07-19T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:06:24.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My internet's too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to upload the pics from the Langkawi trip to put in a post, but obviously it's going nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new sem is starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm back to having early morning lectures on Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here's to another semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to post up the Langkawi post ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads! =)&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/24885396-6605194582918086854?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6605194582918086854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6605194582918086854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6605194582918086854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6605194582918086854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-internets-too-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7343348211435207733</id><published>2009-07-17T11:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:47:55.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm elated!!!! =)</title><content type='html'>My results for the semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sl_z2ZF1sCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LtMVP2eOvlY/s1600-h/sem12009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sl_z2ZF1sCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LtMVP2eOvlY/s200/sem12009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359270197368041506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Click on the picture if you're curious to see my results (considering the miniscule amount of people reading this blog, I don't mind putting the results up. Lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marks are in the second last column. For as long as I've been in Monash, I have never had a semester where my lowest mark is 73. I got the SMS for the results when I was on my way back from the LCCT. I was in the car with my mum and Anis and I was so happy when I read the SMS, I screamed in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave my mum and sister heart attacks when I screeched. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was particularly happy with my Tax Law results cause I didn't expect to get such a high mark (it's the highest mark I've gotten so far and probably the highest mark I will ever get!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was definitely the best way to end my great trip to Langkawi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Langkawi post coming soon. Still uploading the pics! =)&lt;br /&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/24885396-7343348211435207733?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7343348211435207733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7343348211435207733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7343348211435207733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7343348211435207733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-elated.html' title='I&apos;m elated!!!! =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sl_z2ZF1sCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/LtMVP2eOvlY/s72-c/sem12009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6250356363360327441</id><published>2009-07-12T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:42:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going off to Langkawi tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo excited!!!! I haven't gone to Langkawi in 7 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, people say it's boring la, ni la, tu la, but I don't care, I'm still excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love driving by the beach. It calms me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, currently, I love listening to these songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - Lie&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries - Animal Instinct&lt;br /&gt;Josh Kelley - Tidal Wave&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship &amp;amp; Leighton Meester - Good Girls Go Bad&lt;br /&gt;Tinchy Stryder - Number One&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor - Eet&lt;br /&gt;Mamma Mia soundtrack - Lay All Your Love On Me&lt;br /&gt;Three Days Grace - Over and Over&lt;br /&gt;Delta Goodrem - I Can't Break It To My Heart (Live version)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift - You're Not Sorry&lt;br /&gt;The Calling - Adrienne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. As usual my playlist is pretty eclectic. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys after the trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Try not to miss me too much, k? :p LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6250356363360327441?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6250356363360327441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6250356363360327441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6250356363360327441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6250356363360327441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-going-off-to-langkawi-tomorrow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4897740439136480935</id><published>2009-07-11T22:35:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:44:03.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of questions and answers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Someone once asked me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Don't you ever want to try alcohol once in your life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No"&lt;/span&gt;. It still is no and will always be no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few people close to me who drink but I've never been tempted to try. I mean, I am one of those few people that can get high just by drinking plain water, so no, I don't feel the need to drink alcohol. The effects might be too scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ask anyone who's been there about what happens when I drink coffee. Or Spritzer Pop. Or when I get sugar in my system. I can giggle the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it's very scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A few people have asked me, "Do you have a boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: "No. I've never had one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll be like, "You've never had one????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they'll give me this look that I translate as the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"is-this-girl-lesbo-or-what&lt;/span&gt;" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'm not the only one with the problem. A lot of people seem to think that if a girl my age does not have a boyfriend, they're lesbo. And it doesn't help my case that most of my close friends are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But funnily, if a guy my age takde girlfriend, takde pulak orang ingat dia gay even if 95% of his friends are guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I HATE ALL THESE FUCKING DOUBLE STANDARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm too picky for my own good. And I know I've said this countless times, but I don't think there's anything wrong with being picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gonna sound selfish saying this, but I am sick of being a bloody caretaker. I've been taking care of my siblings for almost all of my life, so I'd like to have someone taking care of me for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I didn't say I was waiting for someone who looks like Brad Pitt because I have looked at myself in the mirror and I know I'm not exactly in the running for the World's Most Gorgeous title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so wrong for me to ask for a guy who can be my rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also have this teensy problem with guys that are affected by the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm-always-right" &lt;/span&gt;syndrome. It annoys me to no end, especially when you know they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I see more boys pretending to be men than actually seeing real men. Some of them don't grow up, they just grow old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Another question I get asked often is, "Do you mind if I smoke here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'll just smile and shake my head, but the fact is, I do mind if people smoke in front of me. The act of smoking still disturbs and disgusts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried when one of my closest friends told me she smoked. It startled the both of us when the tears started rolling down my cheeks. I still remember when and where that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can somewhat tolerate the act of smoking, but if possible, please don't do it in front of me. I hate seeing those things. And I don't want to die of secondhand smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24885396-4897740439136480935?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4897740439136480935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4897740439136480935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4897740439136480935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4897740439136480935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-questions-and-answers.html' title='Of questions and answers.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5906843942316185961</id><published>2009-07-07T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:14:48.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what I've been doing this past two weeks since I've started my holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, really eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, the I-go-out-almost-everyday-to-eat sort of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, in these past two weeks, I have eaten (among other things):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Indonesian&lt;/span&gt; food...TWICE (Ayam Penyet in Sunway, and Wang Solo in Taman Dagang)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; food at Las Carretas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Japanese&lt;/span&gt; food at Sushi King cause my sister suddenly got addicted to their soba -__-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Western&lt;/span&gt; food at Tony Roma's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food at a Chinese Muslim restaurant in Melawati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; food at Little Penang cafe in KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Mamak&lt;/span&gt; food at Pelita in Ampang Point (I love their sup kambing!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Yong Tau Foo&lt;/span&gt; near Ampang Point, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Korean&lt;/span&gt; food at Sunway Pyramid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, yeah, I think it can be safe to say that so far, my holiday has basically become one big &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan Around KL &amp;amp; Selangor"&lt;/span&gt; trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, unfortunately, i think I have gained some weight. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, next week I'm going off to Langkawi with Anis next week! I'm so looking forward to that cause I haven't been to Langkawi in ages!!!! So excited!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just realised that the day we arrive back to KL, my results are gonna come out, so that's a bit scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might as well enjoy the trip before the anxiety of getting the results kicks in cause once the anxiety kicks in, I won't be able to think of anything else except for the results. Even now I feel like I just want to see the results already so I can finish my holiday in peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's sad is that the week after my Langkawi trip is the week when the new semester starts. And once the semester starts, I know it would feel like the year has gone by so fast and the next thing I know, it's exam time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is such a scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well, c'est la vie, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Do you guys wanna read something interesting? I went onto the Time.com website and saw these two articles which are basically photos with captions la and I think they're quite an interesting read when you're bored and feel like there's nothing else to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1908353_1905446,00.html"&gt;The History of the Bikini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(how the bikini actually evolve. Somehow I feel like the first picture is a fake.)&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1908353_1905446,00.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/photogallery/0,29307,1908895_1906533,00.html"&gt;Top 10 Celebrity Funerals&lt;/a&gt; (my favourites are the John Lennon's and Lady Diana's)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/24885396-5906843942316185961?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5906843942316185961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5906843942316185961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5906843942316185961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5906843942316185961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/holidays.html' title='Holidays..........'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-756588496419936819</id><published>2009-07-05T22:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:35:20.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Warning: a Really nerdy post. Thou has been warned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20090705/od_afp/britainoffbeat_20090705085430"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; article yesterday, and I couldn't help but smile and got excited, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised that i like numbers in general. They fascinate me, which is why I don't mind doing Accounting and Econometrics as my majors because they basically revolve around numbers &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;(although in Econometrics I'm starting to see more symbols than numbers, which is kinda scary)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people who shudder at the thought of numbers and calculations, but I absolutely love doing calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when I'm on the road, I'll subconsciously start adding up the numbers in the number plate in front of me so that I'll get a nice single digit in the end. Say, if the car's number plate 8467, I'll add all the numbers up, 8+4+6+7 = 25 and then i'll add 2 and 5 up so that the end number is a single digit (which is 7, in this case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that I'll start thinking, 7 isn't really a nice number cause I like even numbers better. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do that subconsciously while I'm driving. A bit scary when you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can blame my mum for that cause she taught me this back when I was really young so that I'll have something to keep me occupied when we were stuck in traffic jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess old habits die hard? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, while we're on this subject, I think the numbers 3, 6 and 9 are really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone knows that if you take a figure, say 441, and you see that when you add up all these numbers, these numbers will add up to 9 (4+4+1), then you know you can divide 441 by 9, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I also figured out that if say all the numbers in a figure adds up to 3, 6 0r 9, then you can actually divide these figures by 3. Try taking any figure, and if the numbers add up to 3, 6 or 9, then the figure can be divided by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also right, if you take an even number that adds up to 3, 6 or 9, then that number can be divided by 6. Like, 144 adds up to 9, but because it's an even number you can divide it by 6, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how my mind works? I can see patterns in numbers. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I think of all these things, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I'm not posting any more funny calculations/numerical nonsense that'll make you guys go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;what the heck is wrong with this girl?&lt;/span&gt; cause it'll just confuse you guys (and me, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's basically something that I've never told anybody before, cause my weirdness level will so go up in people's books. Lol. I mean, imagine going around saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love numbers!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I can see some people hiding already.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la, just wanted to post that down. I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: In case you guys were wondering, yes, I do watch Numbers on AXN. No surprise there, right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-756588496419936819?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/756588496419936819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=756588496419936819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/756588496419936819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/756588496419936819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/07/numbers.html' title='Numbers =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-9478366564187586</id><published>2009-06-27T19:14:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:31:07.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthropology. Or I'd like to think.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't believe that more than half a year has gone by!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how time flies so fast kan????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I've finished my exams already! It's like a chunk of the year just flew by like that and I can't exactly recall what I've done these past few months. It's quite scary la, not being able to recall what significant things I've done in that time span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've also realised that a stressed Alia is a very scary Alia because when I was stressed because of the exams, I started having all these weird cravings like I want to eat Mexican food la, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(i went to eat at Las Carretas with Nat yesterday! So happy that i got to eat nachos and enchiladas and chimichanga!)&lt;/span&gt;  i want to buy a kimono top la &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(I ended buying one online)&lt;/span&gt;, that new Arsenal away shirt la &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;(which I still do not have, by the way)&lt;/span&gt;, a new bag la, shoes la....and the list goes on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how scary I can be when i'm stressed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I don't have a boyfriend right now. Or else confirm he'll be putting on weight while teman-ing me makan all the food that I'm craving for. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh, talking about boyfriends right, Nat reminded me of my weakness yesterday. She was saying that one of her eye candy's friend last time was tall, broad-shouldered, BALD, strong jaw, polo-shirt wearing dude and I was like&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; "Dammit, why can't I find someone like that in Monash?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; kind of guys. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think bald guys are hot. But usually my eye candy type tend to be smokers, which I really, really don't like. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can tolerate smokers, but I hope I don't end up with one. Problem is, whenever I say never, my words will come back and smack me right in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in Form 2, I said I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; do accounts. What am I doing now? Accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Form 3, I said I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; take Biology for SPM. Guess what happened? I DID end up taking Bio for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how my words come back to haunt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't say I NEVER want to end up with a smoker cause next thing I know, I might have smoke blowing in my face. Haih. Everyone keeps on telling me, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;You better watch your mouth. What you don't want to happen will usually happen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, while Nat and I were enjoying our makan-makan/Transformers trip yesterday, we both realised that we never take pictures of ourselves when we go out. And then we realised how we are two people who actually do not feel the need to camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel like one or two pictures that you take of yourself is okay, but if you're going to take a picture of yourself everywhere you go, it's a bit weird la. Nat actually saw this guy who was alone in the LRT taking pictures of himself in the LRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, really?????????? Can you like be more subtle? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like even having this blog and my Facebook and my new Twitter account is quite narcissistic already cause it's all about me, me, me (yes, i do notice that. I'm not gonna lie :P), so I don't think I need to further unleash my narcissism onto the world by having close-up pictures of myself everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I'm sorry if I look different from the pictures cause some of the pictures you've seen are quite old pictures. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the observant people that we are, Nat and I have come to a conclusion that generally guys tend to fall for girls who are pretty, smart but don't show that they're smart, fashionable and are usually skinny. And if they where 5-inch heels all the time it's even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes us normal girls who can't fit size 2 clothes feel really inadequate next to all these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;(Slightly off-topic, but I wouldn't wear 5-inch heels everywhere I go. It's gonna hurt my feet like hell and the probability of me getting into an accident would basically like quintuple, and after a while I'll start whining for my flats. Lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even in movies it's like that. Nat was asking me, have you ever seen a movie where the jock falls for the nerdy girl when the nerdy girl doesn't get a makeover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even in the Mexican version of Ugly Betty she still had to go through a makeover before her boss realises that he's in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you do see movies where the geek falls in love with the cheerleader and still have a happily ever after with the girl even if he's a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the double standards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. If a guy wants me, he has to take me for me: randomness, impulsiveness and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think this is a long enough post. I better stop before I start whining about how bad it was studying for the exams for the past 3 weeks. Which is a torture that i do not want to relive, and no one should listen to. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads! =)&lt;br /&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/24885396-9478366564187586?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/9478366564187586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=9478366564187586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9478366564187586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9478366564187586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/06/anthropology-or-id-like-to-think.html' title='Anthropology. Or I&apos;d like to think.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8095791239458998884</id><published>2009-06-07T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:44:31.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny update.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months has been crazy....AND exams are starting soon. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to update after my exams k? Sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you guys still wanna stalk me, I'm on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/alia4488"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; now! Stalk me there for the time being k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love loads,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The amount of notes I have to go through for the exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sis2pDxe_dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cstogfjoQMU/s1600-h/02062009011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sis2pDxe_dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cstogfjoQMU/s200/02062009011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344425461820620242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooooooo dead. Haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-8095791239458998884?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8095791239458998884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8095791239458998884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8095791239458998884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8095791239458998884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/06/teeny-update.html' title='Teeny update.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/Sis2pDxe_dI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/cstogfjoQMU/s72-c/02062009011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4551541242823721496</id><published>2009-04-03T17:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:04:39.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As much as I love studying in my uni, sometimes the way they do things make me go, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that really pisses me off is the CGPA system that they've implemented to be more "on par" with the Malaysian system since some of us Malaysians still need to have our CGPA when we apply for jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I also have a bone to pick with the Malaysian Higher Education Board. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the smart person who decided that it would be good to implement a CGPA system? Getting A's and B's not good enough is it, huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes a deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it's not bad enough that us Monash students have to struggle day and night to keep up with assignments and exams, some people from the IPTAs think that we have it easy cause apparently we're paying a king's ransom to get a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reality check: It's not easy being in private colleges and unis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it into perspective, dear haters, we actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;pay &lt;/span&gt;to have people torture us with assignments and exams, and we pay for practically everything that we use with our semester fees. Oh, we also have to pay parking fees everyday. And we pay to eat sucky, expensive food. And if a book costs RM50, it's practically a bargain cause the book shop suka mencekik darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good life, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, just because I get my grades in a different system than your beloved CGPA, DO NOT think my results are inferior, and do not think I got my degree just because I had money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we local Monashians are worse off than public uni graduates because even though we get good grades, at the end of the day, most employers will only want to look at our CGPA. And the way Monash calculates the CGPA makes me so bloody pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://adm.monash.edu.au/service-centre/gpa-wam.html"&gt;Monash&lt;/a&gt; way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table 1: GPA grade conversion unit scores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 443px; height: 192px; text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;col style="width: 108pt;" width="144"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 84pt;" width="112"&gt;  &lt;col style="width: 132pt;" width="176"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="height: 15pt; width: 108pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" width="144" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 84pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" width="112"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-left: medium none; width: 132pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" width="176"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4 point unit score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;High   Distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;80 - 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Distinction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;70 - 79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;60- 69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;50 -59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Near Pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl66" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Withdrawn Fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr style="height: 15pt;" height="20"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; height: 15pt; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" height="20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Other grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl65" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl67" style="border-top: medium none; border-left: medium none; color: rgb(255, 153, 102); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not included in   calculations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I calculate my CGPA, I only get a CGPA of 3.06.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I have spent more time studying in the past 2 bloody years than in my entire school life, and so far my CGPA is only 3.06?????? (By the way, if you wanna see my results, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SdXOC782h5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/3EWwHvDKZS8/s1600-h/results0708.jpg"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a link to it. Yes, my results. For the world to see.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, sorry if the table's a bit small, but I had to fit it into the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am ungrateful or anything (I'm thankful right now that I've not failed and I've passed practically everything with flying colours), but it's like, WHAT THE HELL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Frankly speaking, I highly doubt there is anybody who can score a 4-pointer every semester, so it's highly unlikely that you will find a 4-pointer student from Monash.  Do you know how hard it is to get a HD in Monash? If there are people who has scored all HDs, please take me to them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I searched for another way of calculating my CGPA, and I found this table from the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" href="http://www.curtin.edu.my/scholarship/gpa_cgpa.htm"&gt;Curtin website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 421px; height: 319px;" border="1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" width="100" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MARKS IN %&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" width="60" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" width="140" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUR EQUIVALENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" width="150" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUALITY POINT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;85 - 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HIGH DISTINCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;4.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;80 - 84&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" rowspan="2" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DISTINCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;75 - 79&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;70 - 74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" rowspan="2" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CREDIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;65 - 69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;60 - 64&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" rowspan="3" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;55 - 59&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;50 - 54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;C-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;45 - 49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" rowspan="3" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NOT PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;40 - 44&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0 - 39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;             &lt;td style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="content_black" valign="top" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though their requirements for the grades are different, when I calculate my CGPA using the Curtin system, I got a CGPA of 3.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I calculated. On Excel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually sat in front of the computer and made this file where the only thing you need to do is put in your marks, and then Excel will calculate your CGPA for you. So I did that for both the Monash system and Curtin system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 3.06? Or 3.2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll take 3.2 anytime of the day, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's a fairer system cause it takes the person's marks into consideration. I mean, if you think about it, if person A gets 70 and person B gets 78, under the Monash calculation system, they have the same CGPA, but under the Curtin system they have different CGPAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fair, right? If you get more marks, then by right you should get a higher CGPA la kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, my friends and I are going to do more research on this and hope that we're going to be able to send a proposal for Monash to review their CGPA system because I refuse to believe that if I maintain a 70% average for my third year units, I will get out with only a 3.04 CGPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bloody 3rd year, for God's sake. It's not going to be as easy as the 1st and 2nd years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But funny thing is right, apparently it took Monash 7 years to implement this system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I thought we were one of the best when it comes to research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to those who still stereotype us, please understand that just because we're paying more, it doesn't mean we work less. When we get our degree, it's because we deserved to get it, not because we paid for it.&lt;br /&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/24885396-4551541242823721496?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4551541242823721496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4551541242823721496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4551541242823721496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4551541242823721496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/04/education-rant.html' title='Education rant.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-2711307321350031653</id><published>2009-03-26T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:31:25.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so lazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to study, I'm too lazy to blog and I'm too lazy to do just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's been 4 weeks since I've started my classes in Monash!!!! It's like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING THESE PAST WEEKS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely recall what I've been doing these past four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that my notes are piling up, and I haven't had time to study everything I've learnt in the past four weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I've been doing my tutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else feel like time has flown by so fast????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that I'm gonna be 21 in less than 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put things into perspective, I started this blog when I was EIGHTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEEN, for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's madness okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M OLDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about my 21st being near, right, I already got an early birthday present from my uncle! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I'm absolutely infatuated with songs? So when my dad asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said I wanted an iPod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the iPhone came out in Malaysia. So I went to ask my uncle, which one was better, the iPhone or the iPod? So my uncle said, "The iPod kot" and then he said he'll buy that for my birthday. I was over the moon la, obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, he bought me this awesome phone (not the iPhone), the Nokia 5800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/ScuM4S8bRRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S2Ax4J9Ge14/s1600-h/nokia5800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/ScuM4S8bRRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S2Ax4J9Ge14/s200/nokia5800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317498683826849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty, isn't it? And it's touchsreen, too! And it has 8GB of memory! Enough to satisfy my cravings for songs! Especially considering the fact that I can't live a day without listening to songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I do feel like I'm being spoilt. And no, you can't have my uncle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on my wishlist right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/70800/70800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/70800/70800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2215/N_L_A2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2215/N_L_A2215.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2690/N_L_A2690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2690/N_L_A2690.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orrr thisss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2848/N_L_A2848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://onlinestore.arsenal.com/content/ebiz/afc/invt/a2848/N_L_A2848.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, all Arsenal stuff. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is right, when anyone asks me what I want for my birthday, I feel so guilty if I ask for anything for them, so usually I'll just say "No need la to buy anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it'll only be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt; if that person actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; to give it to me, not because I asked for the things from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I can keep on hoping that someone'll buy one of these for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it happens, it happens, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'll just save money and buy for myself la then. LOL.&lt;br /&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/24885396-2711307321350031653?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2711307321350031653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=2711307321350031653' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2711307321350031653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2711307321350031653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-lazy-im-too-lazy-to-study-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/ScuM4S8bRRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/S2Ax4J9Ge14/s72-c/nokia5800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-157445854114747295</id><published>2009-03-10T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:00:39.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy post. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Song of the moment: &lt;span class="white"&gt;Ben Folds f/ Regina Spektor - You Don't Know Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, it's good. Except for this one lecture where I become restless and I start doodling on my lecture notes. Yes, I doodle. But at least it's been proven that &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1882127,00.html"&gt;doodling helps you pay attention&lt;/a&gt; during lectures. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and after sitting in front of the computer for God knows how many hours, and refreshing the page like 10 times a minute, I managed to allocate myself into a class that I really wanted. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realised that it sounded like I had no life, sitting in front of my computer trying to get into a class.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask me back how I am in a month's time. I'll definitely be cursing and swearing and saying that I don't have enough time to do anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's so weird seeing all my units starting with the number 3 in front of them. It practically screams, "Woman, you're in 3rd year now!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I hyperventilate cause it like hit me right in the face that I can't run away from the dreaded four-letter word for long: W.O.R.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me so much to start working. I mean, I want to start earning money, but God, going out into the working force is just soooo intimidating. And not too mention hell-ish when i start doing auditing later. Bye bye lazy days. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I wanted to go to the Jason Mraz concert last Wednesday, but since we were late, obviously the tickets were all sold out, so we couldn't go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I disappointed? Yes. But not devastated. It was more of a "Oh wellll..........." thing, rather than a "My heart is broken *sniff* *sniff* *sniff*" kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, my dad got four free tickets to Sarah Brightman from his patient (who had also given us the Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast tickets!), and since he, my mum and Zara went off to Langkawi for his conference over the weekend, I decided to go with the rest of my sisters that were left behind to the concert (Unfortunately, my brother couldn't go cause there were only four tickets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dad gave me the tickets, I looked up for the ticket price online I found out that for the tickets that we got, EACH ticket was RM 800!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to pay for that concert, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mintak maaf je la&lt;/span&gt;. Sarah Brightman or not, I can do sooooooo much more with RM800 okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny that the concert was awesome. I mean, it is opera, but she was really good! Even my younger sisters (who actually contemplated on bringing earphones to the concert, before I threaten to give their tickets to someone who would appreciate the concert more), were converted into Sarah Brightman fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love when she sang the Phantom Of The Opera song! In fact, when that particular song started, everyone was cheering like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite sad for her cause the hall was only like 60% full. But then again, in this time of recession, forking RM800 per ticket for a concert is a bit too much right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, talking about money kan, lately I've been going around all these online shopping blogs and looking through their stuff. And my hand itches to buy stuff EVERY.SINGLE.TIME I go to these blogs. Rambang mata okay. Such an unhealthy habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, looking at everything that you want but can't have is annoying, right? Especially when you have the money, but you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you have to save the money. And you start hearing this evil voice inside your head saying, "But you have to have that! You don't have anything like that yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please shut up evil voice inside my head. I already bought at least five tops in the past three weeks. And I also bought a pair of tights online. Have some mercy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiedokes. Need to flip through some notes before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite, people.&lt;br /&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/24885396-157445854114747295?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/157445854114747295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=157445854114747295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/157445854114747295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/157445854114747295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-post-lol.html' title='Lazy post. LOL.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6075061421717050838</id><published>2009-02-27T19:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:30:01.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe classes are starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in 3 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Zaty has gone back to Wellington. Went to send her yesterday, and I feel so sad cause I'm not gonna see her for age. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Monash, but I don't know la. I want to say I'm gonna miss the summer holiday, but I've not been doing that much over the past month, so I'm not gonna miss it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will miss sleeping in, though. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've been helping with the MOlympic games (which is like a day full of games for the freshies and exchange students, sort of like a sports day in school last time la) today, so basically I've already gone to Monash, so it's not like I'm gonna be all like "Awwwwwww, I miss this place" next week. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, cause I was sort of in charge of the prizes, I managed to get myself sunburnt during the prize-giving ceremony.  I am the only one who is capable of being so careless as to get sunburn on a day when the sun was barely shining. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and talking about being unlucky, I think I'm the only person that is allergic to the adhesives on plasters bacause when I put on a plaster to help cover my paintball wound, I ended up with a major itch around the area where I put the plaster and I had to eat some medicine for the stupid allergy to the plasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, has anyone ever heard of a person being literally allergic to plasters????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, totally off-topic, the other day my youngest sister said something very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 13-year-old sister, Wani, wants to go for the Jason Mraz concert, so while the whole family were sitting down at the dinner table, Wani was asking my dad whether it was possible for her to skip school that day so that she can go watch the concert. My youngest sister, Zara, (who is  eight, mind you) was sitting open-mouthed in front of Wani, astounded that her sister is even contemplating skipping school. And here's what she said to Wani, in a sort-of accusing tone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"But Kak Wani, if you don't go to school, then what marks are you going to get for your exams? Ninety?????"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the dinner table, the five elder siblings (and my parents, too) were amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently getting ninety in your exams is the worst thing that could happen in my sister's Standard 2 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if the worst thing that could happen to me if I don't go for class is getting ninety in an exam, I wouldn't mind skipping classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss being a kid. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,  a thought crossed my mind when I was watching the Mamma Mia DVD the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say two people fell madly in love, but something made them seperated. If they meet like 20 years later, is it possible for them to still be in love with each other? Or do they just fall in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the idea&lt;/span&gt; of being in love with the other person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, you can't expect the person that you know to be the same person you knew 20 years ago right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, though. LOL. It's quite obvious how bored I am, thinking about stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alritey, I'm going to dive under the covers now. I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitenite!&lt;br /&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/24885396-6075061421717050838?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6075061421717050838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6075061421717050838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6075061421717050838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6075061421717050838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6904605666577457623</id><published>2009-02-17T15:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:57:38.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When we're bored....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was bored (which seems to be one of the major emotions I'm feeling right now, since I'm just sitting at home like 24/7) so I started reading this month's issue of Reader's Digest. It had this snippet of an article titled &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2008/03/09/the_joy_of_boredom/?page=1"&gt;The Joy Of Boredom&lt;/a&gt; written by a lady called Carolyn Y. Johnson. I read the full article online, and here's some excerpts from the article that I find really interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are most human when we feel dull.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolling around in a state of restlessness is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one of life's greatest luxuries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt; -- one not available to creatures that spend all their time pursuing mere survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be bored is to stop reacting to the external world, and to explore the internal one. It is in these times of reflection that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;people often discover something new, whether it is an epiphany about a relationship or a new theory about the way the universe works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, many people emerge from boredom feeling that they have accomplished nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;But is accomplishment really the point of life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is a strong argument that boredom -- so often parodied as a glassy-eyed drooling state of nothingness -- is an essential human emotion that underlies art, literature, philosophy, science, and even love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;If people are slogging away at an activity with little reward, they get annoyed and find themselves feeling bored. If something more engaging comes along, they move on. If nothing does, they may be motivated enough to think of something new themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The most creative people are known to have the greatest toleration for long periods of uncertainty and boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article's quite an interesting read. And it provides for some kind of justification to us perpetually-bored people. Go read it when you're bored. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of interesting articles, I find &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article2240802.ece"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; one even more interesting. The boy doesn't look old enough to be a dad. He's 13 for God's sake. Now I know why my dad decided to bring us back to Malaysia instead of growing up in Newcastle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went for a lunch &amp;amp; karaoke session with Nat, Zaty, Yana and Chee on Valentine's! We went to the new Jusco in Setiawangsa/AU2. Chee decided to join us just for lunch cause she said that karaoke-ing wasn't really her thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over lunch, we once again started feeling old cause we somehow ended up on the subject of relationships and marriage. Dah la it was like we subconsciously enter those topics. Urgh. I hate being old. I remember back in Form 5, our only worries were getting through SPM with flying colours. Now we have to think about jobs la, finance la, guys la. -_____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after lunch, Nat, Zaty, yana and I went for karaoke at this place called Song Box in Jusco. The place was okay laa, looked kinda dodgy masa mula-mula sampai. We spent 2 hours there, wailing and screeching our lungs out. We managed to butcher songs from Womanizer to Isabella to Bring Me To Life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Zaty had her camera with her, we have lots of videos that might not be uploaded because it might give a fright to our friends to listen to us butchering the songs. Although I think we sang Mr. Brightside quite nicely. It all depends on Zaty though, cause the videos are all with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I am now the Monash University Student Association's (MUSA) Advancement Representative. I've no idea about what I'll be doing, but apparently my first meeting is on Thursday, where hopefully I'll get a better understanding of my job as the MUSA Advancement Rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZpy6vWVtuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gVkDRPZnRlk/s1600-h/advancement+committee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZpy6vWVtuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gVkDRPZnRlk/s200/advancement+committee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303677864650323682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to know where the meeting for Thursday would be held, so I went to the Monash website. It gave me some guilty pleasure to see my name up there in the committee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiedokes, enough updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, people! =)&lt;br /&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/24885396-6904605666577457623?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6904605666577457623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6904605666577457623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6904605666577457623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6904605666577457623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-were-bored.html' title='When we&apos;re bored....'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZpy6vWVtuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/gVkDRPZnRlk/s72-c/advancement+committee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8396659863682971947</id><published>2009-02-10T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:11:24.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My maiden attempt at paintball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always wanted to try playing paintball, but I never got around to actually playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since one of my uncles just loves playing paintball, I decided to go with him, my brother, my other uncle and my 2 cousins. My sister couldn't follow because she had a student council meeting, and my girl cousin had to study for her exams. So basically I was the only girl there. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmTR8DvlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mumyYPaGIrw/s1600-h/P2100191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmTR8DvlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mumyYPaGIrw/s200/P2100191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300989980322283090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My uncle preparing for battle, while the boys look on. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the safety briefing, I kinda panicked for a while cause I felt like there were so many things that I had to remember, and I was like, "Shit, I'm gonna forget this. SHIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyways, we broke into 2 groups of 3, and I ended up with my battle-prepared uncle and my brother. We played four rounds of eliminations, where basically if you get hit by your opponent, you're out of the game. I really felt the adrenaline pumping in my body everytime the marshal saya "Game on!" and it was fun holding a gun and hitting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, though, my team lost all four rounds. What is really funny is that I will ALWAYS be the last one standing in my team cause my uncle and brother will either finish their bullets or get shot. Or get shot cause they finish their bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does give me certain satisfaction to be the last one standing, but it was really annoying in the last round cause I was the last one standing against THREE MEN. How unfair. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I got shot in the weirdest of places. I got shot THREE times in the neck/throat area, one shot on my shoulder and a nasty shot on my wrist. What really annoys me is that I was wearing this protective vest to cover my torso, but all the shots I got were in the unprotected area. Talk about bad luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My nasty war injuries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmUDOjLMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cOORJktfMbE/s1600-h/P2100197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmUDOjLMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cOORJktfMbE/s200/P2100197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300989993553177794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bruises on my neck kinda look like mini-hickeys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmT7qNwyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2XXKH572Pio/s1600-h/P2100196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmT7qNwyI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2XXKH572Pio/s200/P2100196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300989991521731362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This bruise is nasty. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all for fun, though. And I wouldn't mind going again soon! But I got really tired after the game. And I am still tired right now. Shows just how unfit I am! -___________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-8396659863682971947?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8396659863682971947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8396659863682971947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8396659863682971947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8396659863682971947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-maiden-attempt-at-paintball.html' title='My maiden attempt at paintball'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SZDmTR8DvlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mumyYPaGIrw/s72-c/P2100191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7066631715017395632</id><published>2009-02-06T12:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:02:07.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My driving rants. Yet again. Hahaha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been driving for almost 3 and a half years now that it has come to a point where I can't be bothered to drive anywhere anymore. But drive I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not driven like cross-country or anything (I mean, the furthest I've gone was to Port Dickson), but I drive almost everyday in this mad city known as Kuala Lumpur, which I think gives you more experience and moulds you into becoming this cynical, jaded and calculative person. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What annoys me is that ever since my sister got her license last October, I've had to put up the dreaded P sticker back onto the car. I've been driving for a year plus without that sticker on my car, and now I understand the gripes of people with P stickers on their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, because other drivers see the P sticker on the car, they love to take advantage when I'm driving. They like to cut in front of me and expect me to give way JUST BECAUSE I HAVE THE BLOODY P STICKER ON THE STUPID WINDSHIELD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like people really like to do this when I'm stuck in a jam. As if it's not irritating enough that I'm stuck in a jam, it really is the last straw when they cut in line just because they think they're superior to me. Sometimes I feel like putting up a sign saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I am NOT, I repeat NOT, the P Driver. SO DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can be very scary sometimes. Funny how I never noticed that people took advantage of me back when I was a P driver. I really think one of these days I might just end up with a serious case of road rage. That would not be a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Pajero! When I drive the Pajero, less people try to take advantage of me on the road. Why did my dad have to crash the car? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, when I buy a car with my own money, I will not buy a puny little car that people will have fun picking on. Maybe I'll buy something like this Perodua Nautica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.perodua.com.my/nautica/images/car.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.perodua.com.my/nautica/images/car.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oooohhhhh, I'm definitely going to buy an SUV when I start working later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about jams, I suddenly thought about our public transportation, which is so inefficient that it is really annoying. It was so good in Australia cause the public transportation is like so much better than ours. So I came up with a theory about why our public transportation is the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fine, it's not my theory, but I've never heard of anyone talking about it anyways. Hehe. And I had nothing better to do while I was stuck in the jam. Coming up with ideas is much better than cursing, no? ;) ) So my theory goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;The public has an opinion that the public transportation is inefficient --&gt; hence, they buy their own transporation (motorbikes, cars, vans, etc) --&gt; road becomes more congested --&gt; public transportation becomes more inefficient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? it's a vicious cycle of life. The problem is, the public would not suddenly change their opinions about public transportation unless the government makes the first move. So, let's assume that the government actually decides to add more buses and trains on the road, theoretically the situation would now be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;More public transportation on the road (increase frequency ) --&gt; more people will use the public transportation --&gt; less congestion on the road --&gt; public transportation will be even more efficient cause there won't be so much jams, and they have more buses/trains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's just a theory. Might not work in real life.  Plus, ths is like a simplified version of how it'll work anyways. But then again, with the global credit crunch....hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, while we were on the subject of cars, a friend of mine asked me yesterday, "Can you still drive a manual car?" and I was like, "No, I can't". And it makes me so sad to know that if I were given a manual car, I would not be able to drive it. LOL. So, I want to refresh my memory and try to re-learn how to drive a manual car. Plus, I think some guys look really good when they drive manual cars. Maybe I should find a boyfriend who drives a manual car. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, enough ranting. &lt;s&gt;I've gotta go out and face the traffic.&lt;/s&gt; Wait, I don't have the car today, so I don't have to drive! Awesome! =D&lt;br /&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/24885396-7066631715017395632?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7066631715017395632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7066631715017395632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7066631715017395632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7066631715017395632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-driving-rants-yet-again-hahaha.html' title='My driving rants. Yet again. Hahaha.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-2584218685196693660</id><published>2009-02-06T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:57:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just crossed my mind...</title><content type='html'>I was going through some old songs that I have, and I stumbled onto this song that I absolutely love. and it makes me sad to listen to it. It's called Stand Up As People by Lee Ryan (former member of Blue). This song is so relevant to the situation in our world now that it really touched a nerve. Take a listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i3w2rrF7CIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i3w2rrF7CIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Ryan - Stand Up As People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is voices in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;They only whisper though they frown&lt;br /&gt;People saying oh its such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Still they only look to pass the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can find a way to work things out&lt;br /&gt;The only way to start is to start now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a better place, better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children always learn by what they see&lt;br /&gt;So we gotta practice what we preach&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that's the game of life&lt;br /&gt;That we abuse when we choose to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can find a way to work things out&lt;br /&gt;The only way to start is to start now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray before I sleep at night (I pray, I pray)&lt;br /&gt;And I wait to find a clear blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;When are we gonna stand up as people&lt;br /&gt;Realize that as people we're all equal&lt;br /&gt;We don't want no world war sequel&lt;br /&gt;For the love of god think of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice song, but it's making me feel depressed now. Haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-2584218685196693660?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2584218685196693660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=2584218685196693660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2584218685196693660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2584218685196693660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-just-crossed-my-mind.html' title='It just crossed my mind...'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8834083688059388841</id><published>2009-02-05T19:58:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:33:02.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WARNING: Photo-filled post! Like seriously. There are more than 50 pictures. And it's a super-long post! So sorry! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've not blogged, but my lappie decided to mengada with me in Australia, so even when I uploaded pictures on Facebook, I had to use Ine's laptop. Went to the HP centre and found out that the motherboard rosak. -_- And after that was sorted out, suddenly the Streamyx went bonkers. And I got a small case of writer's block/laziness going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my trip to Sydney was awesome!!!!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot there, (like some days it was even 35 degrees!), but sometimes it can drop to like 20 degrees too. And it is soooo different from Malaysia. It was fun cause I've never been out of the country alone. The fact is, I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Huh. Talk about not being independent. Blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my flights are both direct flights and what was really cool about the flights was that the flight to and from Sydney were both not full (I think the flight back was only like 50% occupied?), so basically we could choose where we wanted to sit and I ended up having one row of seats to myself both times! Mwahahahahahaha. More comfortable than being stuck with other people, but still not very comfortable for sleeping in. I still had the armrest poking into my back. Bloody annoying. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sydney i went to to all the places that you're supposed to go when you're there. The first time Ine took me around Sydney city, we went to see the Opera House and the Botanic Garden. Loved it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410675_8582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410675_8582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410715_398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410715_398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the really nice buildings there. I want buildings like this in KL, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410698_5128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410698_5128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Botanic Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410685_1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410685_1232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Opera House. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410678_9375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5410678_9375.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is the Rocks. Not sure. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The strangest thing happened when I was at the Opera House. Ine and I were sitting down, waiting for the sunset, when suddenly Ine looked behind me and she kinda grinned. A split second later, this guy tapped me on my shoulders, put his arm around me, and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"Smile for the camera!"&lt;/span&gt; I was so shocked cause I didn't see the guy since he came from behind me. Obviously I didn't smile. And after he took the picture, the dude went off and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hey, you didn't smile!"&lt;/span&gt; I was just sitting there thinking, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?????" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while Ine just sat in front of me and laughed her butt off. Apparently the locals do that a lot, going up to strangers and taking their pictures. Funny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no surprise, I did loads of shopping there for my family, until I got excess baggage on the flight back!!!! -__-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445697_4783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445697_4783.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445706_7046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445706_7046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445709_7788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445709_7788.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During one of my many shopping excursions. Note the number of bags that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445783_6816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1933/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5445783_6816.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my two lovely hostesses, Ine and Farizah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During our many days going into the city, we went to places like the beach, which surprisingly did not have as many hot guys as I would like (I sound like a hormonal teenager, don't I? LOL). Wait, actually, when we were on our way to the beach, they were a few guys that were hot in the bus that we were in, but Ine and I were so disappointed to find out that they're gay. Boo. We also went up the Sydney Tower, and went around to the Wildlife Park. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5511876_3854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5511876_3854.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view of Sydney from the Sydney tower! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.pe.facebook.com/photos-pe-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474848_6611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-a.pe.facebook.com/photos-pe-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474848_6611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.pe.facebook.com/photos-pe-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474876_4347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-e.pe.facebook.com/photos-pe-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474876_4347.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondi Beach! Looks beautiful, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474143_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474143_1224.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v650/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5470535_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v650/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5470535_3920.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wildlife Park! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We also managed to squeeze in a trip to the Sydney Olympic Park to watch the Malaysian junior hockey team play against Australia in the Youth Olympics cause it just so happened that the team was staying where we were staying. They needed people to cheer them on, and it was a free ride for us &amp;amp; we've never been there, so it was basically like a win-win situation la! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474167_7961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474167_7961.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-match. OH, the Aussie players were HOT!!!! Young, but hottttttt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474166_7666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474166_7666.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The senior team was also there to cheer on the juniors. Some of them were hot, too. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474163_6681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474163_6681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The supporters-cum-freeloaders. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474171_9166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1953/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5474171_9166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my face in this particular picture, but there is something in this picture that I do like. I'm not telling what that is, though. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my favourite places that we went to was the Chinese Garden cause we got to try on the traditional Chinese costumes. And the place is pretty, too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484147_1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484147_1262.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484140_8952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484140_8952.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484148_1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484148_1583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484133_6768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484133_6768.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484138_8332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484138_8332.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pre-costume pictures. My mum called me a bumblebee in this black-and-pink top. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are the pictures of me &amp;amp; Ine in full costumes. She's the Empress, but I'm the Emperor's favourite concubine. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484160_5627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484160_5627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484164_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484164_7000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attempting to look mobster-ish. Emphasise on the "attempt". -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484173_166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484173_166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484158_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484158_4926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484155_3896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2099/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5484155_3896.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headdress is actually quite heavy. We didn't feel it much when we were wearing it, but when the uncle took the thing off, we were like, "Whoa, my head feels so much lighter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also went outside of Sydney to the Blue Mountains, (where the view was breathtaking!) and to the Featherdale Wildlife Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mountains:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563571_7922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563571_7922.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While waiting for the bus to Blue Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563589_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563589_2439.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563575_8882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563575_8882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563577_9382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563577_9382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scenes from a small, quaint town called Leura up in Blue Mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563596_4337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563596_4337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563611_8565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563611_8565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563601_5719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563601_5719.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563623_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563623_2248.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563622_1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563622_1950.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Blue Mountains =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Featherdale Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563651_4688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563651_4688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563661_7470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563661_7470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563659_6928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563659_6928.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563664_8287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563664_8287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563679_2869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5563679_2869.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another strange thing happened when we were going around Sydney city for the last time. We've decided to walk along the Harbour Bridge and go to the aquarium after the walk cause we already have tickets for the aquarium. So what happened was, after we've walked along the bridge, we ended up at this place called the Nurses Walk, while we were on our way to the aquarium. We were busy acting like tourists, looking around and taking pictures when suddenly this guy asked us whether we wanted to have a free makeover caused he was training one of his workers. So since Ine was like all excited and stuff, we decided to go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into this guy's shop, and Ine had her face done first. While she had her face done, I looked around the place and got the shock of my life cause the whole place was full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NUDE PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, it didn't help that the name of the place is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEDUCTIVE ART GALLERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. -_- I started fidgeting and I was having all these paranoia thoughts like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"what would happen if this dude suddenly ask us to pose nude?"&lt;/span&gt; and the fact that the makeover was free kinda heigtened my suspicions about the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I've got to admit that I was just being paranoid cause nothing bad happened. LOL. So Ine and I, in full make-up, still went to the aquarium. LOL. I felt like a China doll in the aquarium because of my made-up face and hair. But it was all for fun. I mean, when else can I go into an aquarium looking like I'm ready to go for a photoshoot. Hahaha. Plus, the guy that offered to do our makeovers thought we were backpackers, which is just awesome! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564368_567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564368_567.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564371_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564371_1331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564366_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564366_24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564370_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564370_1068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walking along the Harbour Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564380_3491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564380_3491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me in front of the gallery where we will eventually get our makeovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564377_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564377_2692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564376_2374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564376_2374.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nurses' Walk =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564382_4110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564382_4110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564381_3829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564381_3829.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564412_3327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-e.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564412_3327.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564413_3646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564413_3646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During makeover and post-makeover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564391_6638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564391_6638.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564398_8641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564398_8641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564393_7217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564393_7217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564394_7496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564394_7496.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564402_9923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564402_9923.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aquarium =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And these are the pictures of when we were lepaking at the Darling Harbour, where we finished off our last day going around the city =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564415_4362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564415_4362.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564417_4986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564417_4986.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564419_5661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564419_5661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564416_4675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564416_4675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564414_3991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2119/193/77/678715176/n678715176_5564414_3991.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, that basically wraps up my Sydney post. If anyone were to ask me whether I'd like to go there again, I would say "yes" in a heartbeat. And right now, I'm kinda sad that I'll never be able to experience life as a student in a country other than my own. But oh well, at least I was able to experience travelling alone, without my family. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I envy my friends who are overseas? There's no denying it. But they also envy me for being near my family. Plus, I think my dad kinda felt guilty that I wasn't able to study in Australia, thus the Aussie trip. LOL. I guess there is a silver lining to everything. =)&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&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/24885396-8834083688059388841?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8834083688059388841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8834083688059388841' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8834083688059388841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8834083688059388841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/02/sydney.html' title='Sydney! =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7921800226553062284</id><published>2009-01-30T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:01:54.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>Will update the blog soon. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just I'm a bit tired and having sort of a writer's block for the Sydney post. Haih. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7921800226553062284?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7921800226553062284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7921800226553062284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7921800226553062284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7921800226553062284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4173450267801601546</id><published>2009-01-05T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:39:21.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 questions</title><content type='html'>Can't remember where I got it from though since I did this offline when I didn't have an internet connection, hehe. Just found some of the questions very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. If you had the choice between being forever young and immortal or growing old and dying, which one would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting question....I think I'd rather grow old and die. I actually find the thought of being 'forever young' as quite disturbing. Plus, for most people, the older they get, the better they become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. If you have $ 1 billion (legally), will you keep all of the money to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'll keep some, I'll give some to my family and I'll definitely allocate some, like 10% to charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;3. If you were asked to represent a cause, what cause will you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely something to do with children. I can't stand it when children are hurt. And I feel even more sad for those babies that are abandoned at birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;4. How would you describe your ideal day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would describe my ideal day as a day when I can sleep in and wake up late and waking up to no worries at all. Oh, it will be good if I was near the beach, too. I can dream, can't I? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;5. What song best describes you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............I have no idea. Oh, I really like the song Gimme, Gimme, Gimme from the Mamma Mia movie. But I don't think I want a man after midnight right now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;6. Would you rather be with single, penniless, but happy or married, rich, but unhappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha. I find this question hard. &lt;s&gt;Maybe married.&lt;/s&gt; No. Maybe single. Oh crap. I DON'T KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;7. Is there anything that you really want to do that you have not done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumping! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;8. If you could switch a body with a person for one day, who would you choose and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could switch bodies with someone......hmmmmm.....I dunno why, but the first person that pops into my mind is Barack Obama. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;9. If you're straight, which celebrity would you go gay for? Or vice versa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh. Megan Fox? or Sophia Bush? Hahahaha. I'm not sure la. But now that I think about it, I'm not sure if there is a really hot guy celebrity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. When you're gone, what would you like to be remembered as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to be remembered as a good person. That's it. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I'm leaving for Sydney on Wednesday to see Ine. I'll be there for 17 days! I'm so happy right now! But the only thing I hate about going is doing the packing for the trip. Blargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-4173450267801601546?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4173450267801601546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4173450267801601546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4173450267801601546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4173450267801601546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-questions.html' title='10 questions'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-1976494095221530202</id><published>2009-01-01T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:48:05.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 2009!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't blogged lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that my grandma decided to have my uncle's (I'm not sure if I should call him uncle, really) wedding on the 1st day of the year, AND at my house (which we had just moved into because of the landslide), so we've been so busy with the preparations for the wedding that I was actually planning on sleeping early on New Year's Eve. I didn't even go out to celebrate. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. There's always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm jetting off to Australia next week for a vacation! I'm UBER-EXCITED! =D *bounce* *bounce*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I made some resolutions for the year, but as most people, I might not follow these resolutions I made, but it's fun anyways to think that "Meh, at least I tried." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2009, I hope that I'll be able to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile more, cause I'm not that generous with smiles. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donate blood. God, is it so hard for me to actually donate blood?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more active.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop worrying about everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be friendlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all the resolutions that I can make that I might be able to stick to. How sad. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a great year ahead for everyone! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-1976494095221530202?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1976494095221530202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=1976494095221530202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1976494095221530202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1976494095221530202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6285801979909335784</id><published>2008-12-18T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:09:11.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates. And Zaty's post! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry I've not blogged! But I am currently in my dad's clinic, with my sister and my dad, using the internet connection cause we still don't have any connection at home. Pathetic. So, this is a short update of my post-Bukit-Antarabangsa-landslide post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone kinda knows now that I live in Bukit Antarabangsa, and quite near to the landslide area. So here’s kind of my story of what had happened during the landslide:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;My maid woke me up that 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December morning around 6, saying this (and I quote),”&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ADIK! BANGUN CEPAT! ADA MASALAH BESAR! POLISI DI ATAS SURUH KELUAR RUMAH SEKARANG!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I seriously had no idea of what was happening. My first thought was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Oh crap! Did a burglar come into our house?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It never crossed my mind that a landslide had occurred. And when I went outside to see what was happening (luckily I wore something decent to sleep the night before that! -_-), I saw that my dad’s Range Rover was missing and that both my parents were not at home! I asked my sister what’s happening and she said there was a landslide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;All my neighbours were out of their houses, all of them sleep in their eyes and puzzled expressions on their faces. We could see patrol cars at the beginning of my lane, helicopters flying above and we can hear the sirens of the ambulance. I panicked because I couldn’t find my parents and when I called my dad, I was so relieved cause I found out that my parents were only at the landslide site to see what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around 15 minutes standing outside our houses, not seeing any signs of landslide anywhere near our street, we had a police patrol car coming around to say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Semua penghuni diminta meninggalkan kawasan ini. Tanah dipercayai masih lagi bergerak”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone ran into their houses, took as many things as they could and quickly got ready to leave. Around 6.40, people started to leave their houses. Luckily for us, my dad’s tenant at the house in Jalan Kent, which is near the Datuk Keramat area, was vacating the house to move back to Russia that particular day. We stayed over at my grandma’s house for a while because her house was beside my dad’s house, and we moved into the Jalan Kent house that Saturday night itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So no, I did not hear anything happening and it’s a bit embarrassing when people asked me, “What happened?” and I can’t describe anything cause I slept through it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go back now is a bit of a hassle cause they’ve actually sealed off the entrance of our lane and we have to show our ICs as proof that we actually live in the lane to avoid looters from coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But now they’ve issued passes to us so that we can go in and out of the lane with more ease. The houses in my lane are actually broken up into two blocks, with the houses in each block sort of joined to their neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For my “block”, we are issued with yellow passes now, which means that we are allowed to go in and out as we please, as long as we have the passes. Unfortunately, for the block of houses further up my lane, they’re issued with red passes because the slope close to the house at the end has started to crumble, and should anything happen to that house, it might affect the whole block of houses and they only have like 3 hours to pack their things from the moment they get their passes. Once the three hours are up, the Control Centre will call them to surrender the passes back. Scary, right?&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So to cut the story short, my dad has decided not to take any chances, so we’ll be staying at the Jalan Kent house for the next few months, because if the houses further up our lane could crumble, who’s to know what effect that will have on our houses? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But the thing is, this house is just a house to me. It’s not home. I’ve lived in the Bukit Antarabangsa since December 1995, and it’s here that I met one of my closest friend, Nat, cause we both lived in Bukit Antarabangsa and we rode the same bus to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It’s funny that we were friends cause we had that one year gap between us, but I guess it was kinda cool afterwards when I skipped Standard 4 to go into standard 5 cause I already had a friend. LOL. But yeah, this house is not the same as the one in Bukit Antarabangsa. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What was really ironic to me is that the day the landslide happened, my whole family were supposed to go and scout around for furnitures and lightings cause&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my dad was supposed to have started some major renovations on the Bukit Antarabangsa house this week !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I guess we were lucky that no renovations had been done to the house yet cause had the landslide occurred when we were in the middle of renovating the house, it would have caused such a massive problem. But even now my dad is still considering renovating the Bukit Antarabangsa house. And since like 95% of our stuff are in this house, it would be easier to renovate the Bukit Antarabangsa house. Hehehe. I still want to go back there. This house kinda creeps me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then again, I can't really complain because we're all safe and sound. Some people lost their lives, and some lost their life savings because of the landslide. The only thing I lost was my internet connection. Huh. I am selfish, aren't I? Whoops. Malunya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I was reading one of Zaty's &lt;a href="http://zatyness.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-weener-boys-acceptance-and.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, and she talks about what kind of guy she thinks I will end up with. LOL. And the thing is, I can imagine myself with the type of guy that she pictured me with. But she said that my guy (LOL, MY guy!) will have long hair, and I'm like, "NO! He'll be botak!" and I don't know why, but I'd like to see the man I end up with driving a manual car cause I think guys who drive manual cars are hot. I'm weird. I know.  And yes, if possible, I want to end up with a guy who's like 4 years older than me. I think a 4 years difference is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And reading her post had made me realise how comfortable we are with ourselves now as compared to when we were back in school. And it reminded me of our conversation that day where we talked about what we did to get approval from others, to show how worthy we are, and I realise how sucky peer pressure is. Blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK, I've gotta go now. My dad's telling us he wants to go back. I'll promise I'll update more often if possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6285801979909335784?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6285801979909335784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6285801979909335784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6285801979909335784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6285801979909335784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates-and-zatys-post.html' title='Updates. And Zaty&apos;s post! =)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8633166257002729764</id><published>2008-11-30T19:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:44:34.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was happily minding my own business today, hanging out with Ara and helping her shop for clothes for work, and so I got the shock of my life when a few people told me that one of my ex-schoolmates had passed away. And he was from my batch, so it was even closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name was Ezaar, and we were never good friends, but he was nice la back in primary school cause we were classmates back then. But we never talked in high school, maybe due to my anti-socialness, so it's not like I know him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do grieve for a life that's lost, and for the pain that the parents must be going through right now, for no parent should have to go through the pain of burying their own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inalillah. Rest in peace, Ezaar. You'll be missed by loads. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my friends and I realise how a life can be lost in a split-second and it is so scary to know that this could actually happen when you're at such a young age, when there is so much that they can try to achieve, so much that they can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad to think that for all these people, a dream is lost, a life is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And Nat also told me something that made me realise my own mortality. She said that one of the guys from our batch has been diagnosed with testicle cancer. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is why there is a saying, "Live your life like you were dying", cause you will never know when your own life might end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not that invincible.&lt;br /&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/24885396-8633166257002729764?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8633166257002729764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8633166257002729764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8633166257002729764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8633166257002729764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-death.html' title='Life &amp; Death'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4855463710136024360</id><published>2008-11-28T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:45:07.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My songlist</title><content type='html'>Songs that I'm currently listening to in my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Voegele - Devil In Me [Acoustic] (LOVE the original and the acoustic versions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="175" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PK5iIvlgyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PK5iIvlgyI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Voegele - You Can't Break A Broken Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rcnuIKATlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1rcnuIKATlY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Fraser - Sound of Silence (it's Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel's cover and I love this cover cause I like the original song, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNlMpYAig3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZNlMpYAig3g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - Life On The Moon (I play this song on replay like 10 times a day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuM6Wil42s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/psuM6Wil42s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce - If I Were A Boy (I am ashamed to say I like this song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdlhZ6mmb70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdlhZ6mmb70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Out From Under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A85K4uYMff0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A85K4uYMff0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Shattered Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAVVGhUK1ho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CAVVGhUK1ho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon McLaughlin -  Beating My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9-CcVTbYR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9-CcVTbYR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayne Ward - Until You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pW4UJRBLmmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pW4UJRBLmmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and an old song - Steps - The way You Make me Feel (This is like 90's pop all the way. LOL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpTU-KLkJtE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QpTU-KLkJtE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="275" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I like to listen to pop songs. I'm weird, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-4855463710136024360?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4855463710136024360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4855463710136024360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4855463710136024360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4855463710136024360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/songs-songs-and-more-songs.html' title='My songlist'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7320130860178663825</id><published>2008-11-27T18:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:11:45.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SS9hZTN5ycI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V3qxbB1uMSY/s1600-h/resultssem208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SS9hZTN5ycI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V3qxbB1uMSY/s320/resultssem208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273540775957350850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My results for the semester, which I am definitely proud of. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as good as &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/07/major-updates.html"&gt;last sem's&lt;/a&gt;, but it's definitely beyond my expectations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can go through my holidays in peace. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my "husband" is Arsenal's new captain. I'm happy, but still feel like he's too young. He's 21! Oh well. Go Gunners (let's hope the shitty period is over. Please!)!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7320130860178663825?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7320130860178663825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7320130860178663825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7320130860178663825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7320130860178663825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SS9hZTN5ycI/AAAAAAAAAIc/V3qxbB1uMSY/s72-c/resultssem208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-1946482272289160492</id><published>2008-11-23T20:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:46:54.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 tags (from Zaty)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Zaty tagged me on Facebook, but I'm so malas to do this thing on Facebook, so I'm doing it on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you. (Of course, I'm not gonna tag 16 people. Cause I'm lazy and most of the time they tak buat pun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am at a crossroad in my life, because at this particular moment, I'm not sure of what I want to do once I graduated from uni. If you were to ask me right now, "What are you going to work as after uni?", I can't answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I HATE listening to the news on the radio. Not because of the news itself, but because I hate listening to how the newscasters pronounce things. IT MAKES ME CRINGE. I know it's discrimination, but I can't help it. Since she's in the car with me most of the time this year, my sister has caught onto this rather unfortunate "disease" of mine. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. I am dreading getting married. Okay, maybe not getting married &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;, but more like  dreading the wedding. If it was up to my grandmother, I'll not have any say on what's going to happen on the big day. Plus, I hate being the centre of attention and everyone looks at the bride on the wedding day.  Blargh. Maybe I'll just elope when the time comes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to sing. Really, I do. =) Just not in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Edward Cullen, but I really dislike Robert Pattinson as Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have this list of all these things that I want to do, but I never got around to doing any of them. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My goal in life is to be able to have a job that will give me satisfaction, both emotionally and financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I make the WORST poker face EVER. People will know exactly how I am feeling at that particular moment. Which is why I rarely play Poker and Bluff. But I'm quite good at other card games. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I know this is vain, but I love it when the sun shines into my eyes cause it makes my eyes prettier. I told you it's vain. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I despise the act of smoking and most of my friends who smoke know about this. The thing is right, they find it rather amusing that I think it's disgusting. My cousin even said to me, "See la nanti. You're gonna end up with a guy who smokes". I sincerely hope that won't happen cause I might die from lung cancer. Or asphyxiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Right now I'm going through a sort of self-censorship phase where when I wanna say WTF, I end up saying WHAT THE *mouths the word silently that the only thing people can hear is the "ck" sound at the end*. But it still comes out once in a while. Plus I still go around saying "Oh SHIT" all the time. So I still have to wash my mouth with soap from time to time. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I want my babies to look like me when I was a baby cause I was a very cute baby. What the hell, right? Gila syok sendiri. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love listening to songs that other people don't know of. Once the song starts playing on radio, it'll be like a death sentence for that song to me. Exaggeration, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I find it very hard to say "I love you" to my family members. I don't know why. Oh well, like they said, 'Action speaks louder than words', right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I really like it when guys can hold up an intelligent conversation with me without actually looking/sounding like a know-it-all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I am seriously worried that I might end up not marrying at all because I am superbly picky when it comes to guys. It's not their fault really. That's just how I am. I thought I was the only one, but turns out some of my friends are like that, too. PS: Please believe me when I say I don't have a boyfriend. Don't say things like, "Ye la tu. Tipu!". It'll just annoy me.&lt;br /&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/24885396-1946482272289160492?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/1946482272289160492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=1946482272289160492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1946482272289160492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/1946482272289160492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-tags-from-zaty.html' title='16 tags (from Zaty)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8782075556316389036</id><published>2008-11-21T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:10:52.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out(s)</title><content type='html'>I've had loads of fun this week. On Monday I met up with Ara, whom I've not seen since she flew off to Australia back in February. Spent the whole day with her in Sunway Pyramid and we caught up on sooooo many things. It was fun cause frankly, I was a bit scared that it was gonna be a bit awkward cause we've not been in that much contact since she went off. But I shouldn't have worried, cause it was like she never left and we laughed and chatted and ate and watched movies...okay, so we basically did everything. LOL. That was a nice day. And it was nice having her back in KL. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I snuck into MMU and stayed with Nat in her hostel room. We went for a very late lunch in Alamanda. While we were there, we went to Video Ezy and spent like more than half an hour cause we saw this section full of Classic movies and the movies were like RM6 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were like kids in a candy store!!!! We ended up buying a few movies, including one called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris,_When_It_Sizzles"&gt;Paris - When It Sizzles &lt;/a&gt;that has Audrey Hepburn in it. I love Audrey Hepburn!!!! She's so cute! But we were a bit disappointed cause we couldn't find Breakfast For Tiffany's. Nat bought Casablanca, though. Gonna borrow it from her later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw movies like Wuthering Heights and Gone With The Wind, but didnt buy cause we were lacking in funds. Hehehehehehe. Plus, we werent searching for depressing movies, and those are quite depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday night we kinda had a classic movie marathon where we watched this movie called The Houseboat that has Sophia Loren in it. She looks soooo pretty in there! The movie's a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nanny-ish&lt;/span&gt;. Nat and I liked the movie, but we dont understand why the lead guy has to be so....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see how the ladies can be so pretty and you have these men who are supposedly debonair la, but they do nothing for me. -__- Same goes for Paris - When It Sizzles! The guy was supposedly this macho guy (with loads of chest hair, which is just so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROSS&lt;/span&gt;) and really, I dont see the appeal. I mean, some of these old "leading men" look old enough to be the leading ladies fathers. Creepy thought, okay. *shudders* Nat and I were quite disturbed by the chest hair, by the way. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the movies, we laid down and had this girly-girly talk where we ended up talking mostly about guys. LOL. We are such girls. And we ended up sleeping at 4 in the morning. It was soooo hard to wake up the next morning. Felt like we had hangovers, when all we had were green tea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also snuck into her class on Friday morning and I actually understood some of the concepts in the Engineering Maths *gasps*. Yeah, I shocked myself, too. When I said to Nat that I kinda understood the things on the board, she gave me this look that says "You're weird." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, I also bought Dirty Dancing at Video Ezy and just now, I watched the movie for the first time. Oh yeah, I was a Dirty Dancing virgin. LOL. Patrick Swayze is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the movie! I didn't like the girl that much, but Patrick Swayze......God, now I know why people go gaga over him. He IS the reason to watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content6.flixster.com/photo/11/23/32/11233296_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 260px;" src="http://content6.flixster.com/photo/11/23/32/11233296_gal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he's so sexy! Girls really should watch this movie, just cause he's in it. To those of you interested, he has a nice ass in the movie. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiedokes, I need to sleep. I seem to be sleep-deprived nowadays. Which is really baffling cause I'm on holidays.&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/24885396-8782075556316389036?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8782075556316389036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8782075556316389036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8782075556316389036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8782075556316389036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-day-outs.html' title='Girls Day Out(s)'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5492084988585587463</id><published>2008-11-14T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:39:35.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off</title><content type='html'>I am a bit pissed off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I put up a post talking about how I'm on holidays and stuff and how I'm a bit bored right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I put up a link for people to download this small clip of me singing like 15 seconds of David Cook's Light On songs just because I thought I could and cause I thought it would be funny to see people's reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought wrong cause this morning, my post dah hilang. Kenapa the post hilang???? It's not like I posted his song up pun. I just posted my nonsense singing up je. Takkan tu pun tak leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.the.hell. Fine Blogger, I'm sorry for posting up nonsense on my blog. Next time I'll post the song up on Youtube then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My nonsense was only 200 KB. If it was the real song, the size would be at least 10 times of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-5492084988585587463?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5492084988585587463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5492084988585587463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5492084988585587463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5492084988585587463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7540340483803073511</id><published>2008-11-08T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:01:26.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Samir Nasri, you are my hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Arsenal. That was a &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; GREAT &lt;a href="http://www.skysports.com/football/match_report/0,19764,11065_3003756,00.html"&gt;match&lt;/a&gt;! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith in thee has been restored. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7540340483803073511?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7540340483803073511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7540340483803073511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7540340483803073511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7540340483803073511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/samir-nasri-you-are-my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3967284813899215780</id><published>2008-11-07T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:49:54.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/53/Arsenal_FC.svg/150px-Arsenal_FC.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 176px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/53/Arsenal_FC.svg/150px-Arsenal_FC.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To thee I pledge my support, even though winning is a long shot. Haih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-3967284813899215780?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3967284813899215780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3967284813899215780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3967284813899215780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3967284813899215780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-pledge-my-support-to-thee-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7633062338385596980</id><published>2008-11-04T23:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:49:42.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ramblings number God-knows-what</title><content type='html'>I HATE EXAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you know you can answer everything, but you couldn't because you didn't have enough time to write down everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times like this I really wish I can write as fast as I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cryyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Plus, my body is rebelling. I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to fall sick on the day that I had a paper. I had to bring in one packet of tissue with me into the exam hall cause my nose was runny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, suddenly I remembered a conversation I had with a few friends about pre-conceived notions, first impressions and external appearances, and how wrong they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This subject first crept up when I was studying with my friend and we found out that one of the papers that the seniors said was hard is not hard at all, but because we had the pre-conceived notion that it's hard, we decided to only study the units properly near the exams. While we were doing the questions, we were like, "This is it????? It's not that hard! Dammit. Should've studied earlier" and we cursed ourselves for not studying earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, preconceived notions can suck. Haih. So we're planning on not listening so much to what the seniors are saying cause we dont want to start panicking when there's really nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we were talking about this, we ended up on the subject of first impressions and how these impressions can end up hurting you. I know people look at me and straight away classify me as a nerd. I'm not surprised though. LOL. But it gives me such pleasure when I manage to prove them wrong. People are kinda surprised to find that I can be really bimbotic sometimes. And I don't know whether I'm a good judge of character cause usually my first impressions of people tend to be wrong. Usually the people are not as good as I thought they were. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also started talking about external appearances. I'm not trying to sound vain, but I know that at this moment (fine, maybe not this PARTICULAR moment, cause I have my panda eyes -_-), I look better than when I was in school. And it irks me that whenever I see my old schoolmates, they look at me differently, like they're reassessing me. And I dont know whether I should feel insulted or flattered when they say something along the lines of, "Eh, you look different la now" or "You dah kurus la" or "Eh, you look pretty now" because on the one hand, it means that they notice how I look, but on the other hand, it basically implies that they thought I was ugly and fat last time. This also applies to all those family members that I only see during Raya. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if the compliments came from people who I've known for like ages, I dont mind, cause I realised that most of the time, they dont care about my outer appearance and when they say I look pretty, it makes me happy. LOL. Plus, I've known them since like forever, so I know whether they're sincere or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have some really bad self-esteem issues, so when I get compliments from people, I tend to be very cynical because I'm not sure the compliments are sincere or not. And if people say they like me because of how I look, I feel so awkward, and a bit put-off, actually, because I know I'm just average-looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other extreme, I also hate people who only become friends with me because I'm smart and they figured that they could get answers to questions from me. Just because I'm nice, doesnt mean you can trample over me, okay? I have feelings, too. I realised that this has been happening since when I was in school, when people come up to me only when they need my help with their work, and once they're done, they isolate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, when people ask me why I like to study alone, I guess it's because I'm used to studying alone and like they say, old habits die hard. But I realised that I'm a happier person now as compared to when I was in school. And what's really ironic to me is that when I was searching for friends, there were none, but now when I'm comfortable with being just by myself, people come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how life works, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go now. Must start studying for Law (my last paper, Thank God!!!!!!!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, people! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7633062338385596980?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7633062338385596980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7633062338385596980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7633062338385596980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7633062338385596980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-ramblings-number-god-knows-what.html' title='Random ramblings number God-knows-what'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3362781630384885690</id><published>2008-10-22T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:32:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed!</title><content type='html'>My current favourite song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - Poker Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_OAEcqHM9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_OAEcqHM9Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this performance! And I listen to the song like 10 times a day. Kesian my siblings. I annoy them to no end. Especially now, when exams are near. I go up to them and sing "Po-po-po-po-poker face-po-po-poker face" to their faces when I'm stressed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-3362781630384885690?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3362781630384885690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3362781630384885690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3362781630384885690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3362781630384885690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/stressed.html' title='Stressed!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-2682907244346939916</id><published>2008-10-16T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:29:23.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What people have said about me these past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Liyana said that apparently when I'm stressed, the strawberry mark on my forehead will become red, so it kinda looks like i have a red gash down my forehead. She said it kinda reminds her of Ultraman -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From another friend of mine, apparently my clothes are too sexy. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most of the adults I've seen say that they can't believe that I've grown up. Yeah, i know how they feel. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apparently I have a sweet singing voice. LOL. Thank you =). At least it's not only my car who loves my singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I found out about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- apparently I can learn better when under pressure. -_- Aiyo. I think i might die of stress if that's the only way i can force myself to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i cant study for 12 hours a day. My brain will shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has been in my car, they will know that I tend to change the channels on the radio until I find a song that I like, or at least a song that's bearable. So anyways, when I turned Lite FM on, I heard the song from the movie Grease called You're The One That I Want. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEE the song. It's all my dad's fault. All my siblings know the songs from Grease. Frankly though, I think Hopelessly Devoted To You is such a depressing song. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, while I was studying last night, I was also Youtubing (i know it's not a real word....yet!) and I looked at some of the songs that I really love from musicals, so basically I was singing along to these songs last night while studying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grease - You're The One That I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vY8nRfEnWtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vY8nRfEnWtc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of The Opera - Point Of No Return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBYoarsGLXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qBYoarsGLXc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats - Memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyIVy73AmWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyIVy73AmWQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know they're quite generic songs, but they're my stress buster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing-along too, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to studying. Urgh. Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-2682907244346939916?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/2682907244346939916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=2682907244346939916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2682907244346939916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/2682907244346939916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-people-have-said-about-me-these.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7211323158094297634</id><published>2008-10-08T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:57:12.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry!</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a really short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have not disappeared of the face of the world, but I do have to take time off blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo busy this month, it's not even funny anymore. I have one assignment due at the end of this week, and after crossing out the dates on my calendar, i realise that I have 19 days until my first paper, so I think I'm going to take a break from blogging until then. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya was quite okay la, but not very meriah to me this year. I didnt have that raya feeling until I went to buy my baju raya. Gosh, is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I go, my favourite raya pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SOyd5WDaR8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mg7kWoyYT4Q/s1600-h/DSCF2278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SOyd5WDaR8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mg7kWoyYT4Q/s320/DSCF2278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254748473732515778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly describes my family. My dad behind the camera, my mum making sure Zara looks presentable, Iskandar telling some story, me staring into space, Anis making sure she looks okay, Wani posing vainly and Dina looking like she couldnt care less with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is my family. LOL. How random are we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7211323158094297634?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7211323158094297634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7211323158094297634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7211323158094297634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7211323158094297634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SOyd5WDaR8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/mg7kWoyYT4Q/s72-c/DSCF2278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6258170099686268197</id><published>2008-09-22T11:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:10:13.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking...</title><content type='html'>...and I realise that once I start thinking, I'm quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I should never be allowed to think so much. I tend to think of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, there was one night last weekend when I really couldn't sleep cause it was too hot, and since I had too much time to myself lying in bed, I suddenly thought of what I want to do to indulge myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And, no surprise, I thought of sending myself to London to watch an Arsenal match!!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the near future, mind you. I still have to save money. Like seriously. So I'm giving myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to come up with the funds I need. Hahaha. 24 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that if I seriously want to go to London to watch Arsenal play, I'll have to start saving some part of my monthly allowance without fail every month into my ASB account so that I wont be tempted to use the money (cause it's so bloody tedious to take out money from the ASB account).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my parents that I want to do this. And my mum was quite supportive, but my dad had this sort of suspicious look in his eyes like he's not agreeing on me doing this. And I felt like saying to him, "Papa, you got married at 22. Can't I go travelling alone at 22?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so again, my impulsiveness has gotten the better of me. Only this time around, I have a (somewhat tentative) plan to actually act on my impulsive desires. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;actually excited at the prospect of saving mone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;. And this coming from someone who always sees her account's balance dropping to zero at the end of each month without knowing where the money has disappeared to. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it would take all of my willpower to actually start putting money into my ASB account and not spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the greatest joy that I will get at the end of the two years (if i do get there!) is knowing that I have managed to resist all temptations to spend my money and being able to save enough money to go to London on my own, without my parents help. Hahaha. Total independence. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me, yea! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6258170099686268197?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6258170099686268197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6258170099686268197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6258170099686268197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6258170099686268197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/ive-been-thinking.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking...'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-5344973893606206965</id><published>2008-09-14T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:37:36.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly....</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20224567,00.html?xid=partner-people-gallery-20080912-25romanticmovies"&gt;EW.com,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/071204/beautybeast_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;25 Best Romantic Movies of the Past 25 Years&lt;/h2&gt;                 &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (1991)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Alan Menken and Howard Ashman's Oscar-winning lyrics say it best: ''Tale as old as time/Song as old as rhyme/Beauty and the Beast.'' Walt Disney turned animated films on their ears with this vibrant and swoony retelling of the timeless fairy tale about a pretty girl who shuns outward appearances in favor of inner substance (found within her brutish captor). Still the first, and only, animated film to be nominated for a Best Picture Academy Award. —&lt;i&gt;Erin Stevenson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I knew there was a reason why I love this movie so much! =D&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-5344973893606206965?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/5344973893606206965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=5344973893606206965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5344973893606206965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/5344973893606206965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomly.html' title='Randomly....'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4264131821759002195</id><published>2008-09-13T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:57:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful thinking...</title><content type='html'>I've always known that ever since I started my degree in Monash, the possibility of me going to Monash Australia would be very slim. Not only because of the major I'm taking, but also because I didnt want to burden my parents so much because they still have my 5 younger siblings to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other day, while we were celebrating my mum's birthday during buka puasa, my dad asked me, "Is it possible for you to do your summer semester for any electives in Australia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, "It might be possible. I'm not sure, but I'll check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I ask him, is he willing to bear the burden of me staying there for 3 months, he nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever since I started in Monash, I was actually able to flirt with the possibility of spending some time overseas, be it for three months. I couldn't help it, but I got really excited. I almost jumped with joy cause my dad gave his consent for me to go. I couldn't help grinning all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, I went over to the course management office to ask whether it was possible if I wanted to do one semester in Australia during the summer. And although I can't remember much of what the lady said, I remembered things like "might have visa problems", "not advisable", "need course director's approval" and "might not be able to get approval from Australia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, my hopes deflated. And I just feel like I will never be able to go anywhere. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like Malaysia, but I can't help but feel like I'm missing out on some experiences cause I'm here. I guess I'm a bit... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt; of my friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a bit melancholic, I know. But I can't help it. Like I said, it was just wishful thinking. I guess it's just not in my cards to go overseas anytime soon. I feel like my future is set in stone, and that I will never go anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-4264131821759002195?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4264131821759002195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4264131821759002195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4264131821759002195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4264131821759002195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful thinking...'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-8425345382242790425</id><published>2008-09-08T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:20:07.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRITNEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and my Edward Cullen.</title><content type='html'>Two words: Britney.Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her for her appearance on the VMAs!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is sooooooo back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Britney, bitch! (sorry, couldn't help it! I know it's like the most overused statement of the moment, but it's so appropriate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*squeals!!!!!!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, my exams timetable came out today, and I am seriously freaking out! Even though my first paper is like in 8 weeks time, i have 2 really scary papers back-to-back on the 28th and 29th of October. Bloody hellllll. I is very the worried right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih. I havent started studyinggggg. I've never been this lost before for all the units. Wargh!!!! I am hyperventilating and will keep on hyperventilating until the 10th of November, the day of my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, I was browsing through the internet and they were talking about who would have made a great Edward Cullen cause I don't feel like Robert Pattinson (who's going to be Edward in the movie) is....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward&lt;/span&gt; enough. So I found out that the author's first choice was this guy named Henry Cavill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.watchingshowtime.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/henry-cavill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am instantly in love. He is sooooo Edward to me!!!! But he's too old to play Edward in the movie. *sigh* What a loss. He's so swoon-worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough distractions. I still have to write like a 10-page report due the day after tomorrow. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-8425345382242790425?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/8425345382242790425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=8425345382242790425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8425345382242790425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/8425345382242790425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/britneyyyyyyyyyyy-and-my-edward-cullen.html' title='BRITNEYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and my Edward Cullen.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-6179622293577890517</id><published>2008-09-07T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:27:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was bored....</title><content type='html'>...so I did a few quizzes. I find the results quite interesting....oh, by the way, I'm currently listening to Jack's Mannequin album! Me loves it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="page_title"&gt;Quiz: Are You a Hopeless Romantic?&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/nfs/tickle/attachment_images/0001/7732/little_s_max200w.gif?1214435411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Little Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Breakfast in bed? An incognito text message? Nobody knows better than you that it's the little things that matter. Down to earth and reserved, romance works best for you when it's not dressed up like a big stereotype. We're pretty sure you're one of the last people on earth to propose in skywriting, right? After all, you probably think that things are best done with a little discretion and common sense, in love and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; You probably think JLo explained it best when she sang, "My love don't cost a thing." So true! It's the little things in life that show just how important you are to the ones who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="page_title"&gt;Quiz: The Brain Test&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;!-- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="column span-16 first last"&gt; --&gt;                &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="photo"&gt;         &lt;span class="avatar"&gt;&lt;img alt="Left_max200w" src="http://web.tickle.com/nfs/tickle/attachment_images/0000/2644/left_max200w.gif?1214427761" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Left-brained&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Most left-brained people like you feel at ease in situations requiring verbal ability, attention to detail, and linear, analytical ability. Whether you know it or not, you are a much stronger written communicator than many, able to get your ideas across better than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also likely that you are methodical and efficient at many things that you do. You could also be good at math, particularly algebra, which is based on very strict rules that make sense to your logical mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="page_title"&gt;Quiz: What Makes Your Mouth Water?&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;!-- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="column span-16 first last"&gt; --&gt;                &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="photo"&gt;         &lt;span class="avatar"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scenic_s_max200w" src="http://web.tickle.com/nfs/tickle/attachment_images/0001/2642/scenic_s_max200w.gif?1214435145" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Taking the Scenic Route&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You know what they say — life's a journey, not a destination. That's something you take to heart. Laidback and low-key, you like to take your time and savor each moment. If that means taking the long way to get somewhere, you'll do it, especially if it's packed with plenty of things to see along the way.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the simple things in life — from sunsets to skylines to starry nights. You enjoy taking a moment to breathe in all that the world has to offer, even if you have to go a little out of your way to do it. So pack up the car and get ready to hit the road!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="page_title"&gt;Quiz: How Should You Indulge Your Senses?&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;!-- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="column span-16 first last"&gt; --&gt;                &lt;div class="photo"&gt;         &lt;img alt="Romantic_s_max200w" src="http://web.tickle.com/nfs/tickle/attachment_images/0001/5042/romantic_s_max200w.gif?1214435290" /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;div class="description"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;Romantic Rendezvous&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;Long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners are great, but a true romantic like you knows how to find love in the little, everyday things. A handwritten note slipped into a jacket, a surprise picnic at lunch — these fun indulgences are how you spoil yourself and those you adore.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your caring personality isn't just for the object of your affection. Thoughtful and kind, you're the friend people come to when they need a sympathetic ear or a compassionate word. Putting others before yourself comes naturally to a sweetheart like you. Your optimism and love of life means you'll always find your happy ending. And that's no fairy tale.&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="page_title"&gt;Quiz: Do You Follow Your Heart or Your Head?&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;!-- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="column span-16 first last"&gt; --&gt;                &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="photo"&gt;         &lt;span class="avatar"&gt;&lt;img alt="Head_romance_v2_max200w" src="http://web.tickle.com/nfs/tickle/attachment_images/0000/8272/head_romance_v2_max200w.gif?1214434725" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Head-Strong Romantic&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe you've been burned before, or maybe you're just too busy changing the world, but when it comes to your love life, you definitely look before you leap. While you might not be cautious in every aspect of your life, love is an area you tread on lightly. Let's face it, you'd rather have a little more control over your emotions, but they're sometimes hard to pin down. So rather than get lost in them, you, and many of us, probably prefer to focus on other aspects of your life.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you don't want love to wash over you so you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's just that you'd probably like to fall in love when it best fits into your calendar. Still, with your smarts, you're probably able to sense when you're up for a little romancing and when you're not. Just remember, if you're ever on the fence, you want to fall off on the side where someone's going to catch you. Especially if he's tall, dark, and handsome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="page_title"&gt;Quiz: How Passionate Are You?&lt;/h3&gt;      &lt;!-- &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="column span-16 first last"&gt; --&gt;                &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="photo"&gt;         &lt;img alt="Bashful_max200w" src="http://web.tickle.com/nfs/tickle/attachment_images/0000/5962/bashful_max200w.gif?1214434486" /&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;            &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" class="description"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;Bashful Blush&lt;/h3&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;Yours is a passion driven from the inside — not the outside. Some may misinterpret that to mean you're more timid than others when it comes to love, school, and life in general. But really, we suspect it's just that you focus more on driving toward your goals than announcing them to the world.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people have to stand at a podium to stake their territorial claims — on guys, teams, or the honor roll — you're more likely to take a less direct route. (After all, it's easier to make your point when you're not caught like a deer in the spotlight.) A level-headed discussion with someone close to your issue, if not the person directly, is more your style — whether feeling out if your crush is already taken or asking your parents for a much-deserved raise in allowance. Your careful approach usually pans out better than creating a dramatic scene before a gawking audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you go after what you want in life. But your style has never been to grab the bull by the horns. The patience you've cultivated has no doubt helped you become who you are today — a devoted friend, daughter, girlfriend, or student. So keep at it — picking your private battles. Then stand back to watch your bashful blush work its passionate magic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's quite obvious that I was bored....hahahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-6179622293577890517?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/6179622293577890517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=6179622293577890517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6179622293577890517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/6179622293577890517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-bored.html' title='I was bored....'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7503292444684319133</id><published>2008-09-04T12:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:01:09.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love....and other things</title><content type='html'>I.AM.ADDICTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it happened, but I got really addicted to the Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer. Go Google about it if you're curious. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I tend to do impulsive things? Well, this is one of those things la basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I met up with Fizleen, my friend from school. Haven't seen her in agessss. Anyways, we went to KLCC to watch Death Race. Going to KLCC to watch a movie felt like I was back in Form 5! Hahahaha. So while we were waiting for the movie to start, we went to Kinokuniya and we saw this stack of books by Stephenie Meyer. We got really curious so both of us bought the first book of the series, Twilight, since it was 25% off. I mean, what could go wrong, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I swear I was not gonna read it, but once I started reading, I ended up really, really, really liking the book that I couldn't put it down. I fell in love with the main protagonist, Edward Cullen!!!! And so 2 days after buying the first book I bought the rest of the books. And I've been reading one book each day since then, and I'm almost finishing the last book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get very antisocial when I'm addicted to books. I've actually haven't been online cause I've been so engrossed with the books. But I couldn't help it. Sorry guys! -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that reading books that I love is like a drug to me. The pull is too strong. I've been putting off my assignments to read the books. That's so bad. Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't care cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANT MY EDWARD&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Or maybe someone like him, please, God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that i really, really, really like guys who are broody and mysterious. That is my kind of guy. And Edward Cullen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the embodiment of broodiness, mysteriousness and sexiness. (I can't believe I'm saying this over a character in a book. Haih. I really am obsessed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to reality....Happy Ramadhan everyone! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days of fasting hasn't been bad. A bit tiring. but that's to be expected la. I kinda like seeing my money intact in my purse. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one of my cats died last Sunday. =( I was sad that she died, but we all kinda felt that she was not going to live as long as the others. She was smaller than the rest, and she did get some internal injuries from an accident like 2 months back. But I never expected it to happen so soon. It's weird going back home and not having her come to me and begging for food. But I guess it was good enough that we had 6 months with her. So sad. But funny thing was, she died on Merdeka Day. So in some ways, she had merdekakan herself that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace Angel, we'll miss you loads. :*(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i really need to go to class now. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm not the only one in love with Edward Cullen! Fizleen is, too! *smiles smugly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7503292444684319133?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7503292444684319133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7503292444684319133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7503292444684319133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7503292444684319133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i.html' title='I&apos;m in love....and other things'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7042102196725567550</id><published>2008-08-26T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:45:13.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs, songs and more songsssssssssss.</title><content type='html'>I tend to do all sort of nonsense when I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIke when I was doing my A-Levels, I was so stressed out one day while studying for the exams that I ended up going online and discovering &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time I got stressed out I ended up stumbling onto &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last week, because I was so stressed out doing the Law assignment, I ended up stumbling onto blogs where you can download pop songs and albums too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've basically gone mad and I downloaded some random songs. And some albums, too! My current top 20 songs (since I tend to change my list like practically every &lt;s&gt;3 weeks&lt;/s&gt; week!), after looking at my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jon McLaughlin - Beautiful Disaster&lt;br /&gt;2. Jon McLaughlin - Until You Found Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Katy Perry - Hot n Cold&lt;br /&gt;4. Katy Perry - Self-Inflicted&lt;br /&gt;5. Katy Perry - Thinking Of You&lt;br /&gt;6. Amy MacDonald - This Is The Life (I love the chorus. It's a total tongue-twister!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Sheryfa Luna - Il avait Les Mots (It's all Natya's fault. She made me got addicted to this song)&lt;br /&gt;8. Sheryfa Luna - Quelque Part (still her fault, too)&lt;br /&gt;9. *NSync - Space Cowboy (another tongue-twister chorus. I'm a bit weird in a way cause I get really satisfied if I can memorise choruses that tend to twist my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;10. Jason Mraz &amp;amp; Colbie Caillat - Lucky&lt;br /&gt;11. Niia - Gimme More (A jazzed-up Britney Spears cover!)&lt;br /&gt;12. The Script - We Cry&lt;br /&gt;13. Tyler Hilton &amp;amp; Bethany Joy Galeotti - When The Stars Go Blue (rediscovering this song. Love it! Cant wait for the new season of OTH!)&lt;br /&gt;14. Sugababes - Denial&lt;br /&gt;15. David Usher - Black Black Heart&lt;br /&gt;16. Jon McLaughlin - So Close (love, love, loveeeeee!)&lt;br /&gt;17. the Angel TV series theme song (I miss Angel! =( )&lt;br /&gt;18. NSync - No Strings Attached&lt;br /&gt;19. Katy Perry - Ur So Gay&lt;br /&gt;20. Kat DeLuna - Feel What I Feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhhhh......my playlist is so random. Hahahahaha. And it's saturated with pop songs! Me likes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7042102196725567550?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7042102196725567550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7042102196725567550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7042102196725567550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7042102196725567550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/songs-songs-and-more-songsssssssssss.html' title='Songs, songs and more songsssssssssss.'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7147970257911586954</id><published>2008-08-25T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:49:59.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, my impulsiveness strikes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed my layout. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I did it exactly. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's like my stress-reliever. Like you know how people do something impulsive when they're stressed? Like cut their hair or buy new clothes or pierce their body? The thing is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I have just cut my hair,&lt;br /&gt;b) I have no money to buy new clothes and&lt;br /&gt;c) i dont see the point in adding another hole to my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i decided to change my blog layout. Mwahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a list of things that I want right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.apt-managing.com/pict/nachos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NACHOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coffeebean.com.my/images/n1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pina Colada at Coffee Bean!!! I loveeeeeeeeeeeee non-alcoholic Pina Coladas. I shall go to Coffee Bean soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cabotcheese.com/usr_images/siteImages/mid/CheddarMashedPotatoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what I WANT THE MOST IS TO:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SLKvmKVbBwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qF62SWWvbQo/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SLKvmKVbBwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qF62SWWvbQo/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442386729404162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SLKvmffa00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0NzrhFWypaU/s1600-h/Study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SLKvmffa00I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0NzrhFWypaU/s320/Study.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238442392408478530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like it or not, I have not been studying cause I've been doing stupid assignments these past few weeks. Rawr. And i still have more to come. Stressnye saya! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, &lt;a href="http://pinkbulletsblackheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nat&lt;/a&gt; has a blog now! I dunno why, but in one of my impulsive modes, I started calling her Natya cause I felt like giving a Russian name to her. And now she has started calling me Katya. So together we're Natya and Katya! =D Oh my God, How childish. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got this email in my Monash inbox just now asking us to go to this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://saynotospeak.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://saynotospeak.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have never knew that such corruption existed in the Student Council. Politics. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God I will never go into politics. Or Law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get why many people ask me to help them with the Law assignment. It's sooo weird. But when I help them, I learn more, too! So i guess it's not so bad. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7147970257911586954?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7147970257911586954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7147970257911586954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7147970257911586954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7147970257911586954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/yep-my-impulsiveness-strikes-again.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SLKvmKVbBwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qF62SWWvbQo/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-9013805067324509265</id><published>2008-08-23T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:23:40.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>201th post!</title><content type='html'>I just realised that my previous post was my 200th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, talking about how bloody perfect my life is right now, I had filled up my petrol till it's like half full yesterday in Petronas and only today I found out that last night the fuel price went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*@#&amp;amp;)(@#$^*(@#$^!&amp;amp;@(*#$!&amp;amp;(^$!@(&amp;amp;$(!&amp;amp;!&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't care if it doesn't make sense, but I still dont want to use excessive curse words on the blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bloody car's in the workshop now. How bloody perfect can my bloody life be. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. That is just sooooo great. I think this Law assignment is a curse to everybody, cause my friend can't type out her assignment cause her computer crashed, and my cousin might have lost her assignment. So not our luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish this stupid assignment soon and maybe get some peace of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-9013805067324509265?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/9013805067324509265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=9013805067324509265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9013805067324509265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/9013805067324509265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/201th-post.html' title='201th post!'/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-432342735655278104</id><published>2008-08-22T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:10:21.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an assignment to send in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;EVERY WEEK&lt;/span&gt; until the end of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;What.the.HELLLLLLLL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, Alia. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog also got no mood!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bawl me eyes out while doing the Company law assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that I HAVE NO CAR right now does not help. My car decided to die on me today. Luckily I was just at Petronas and not in the middle of KL, where it is raining and jammed everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How perfect is my life??? -_-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-432342735655278104?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/432342735655278104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=432342735655278104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/432342735655278104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/432342735655278104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-7505874700648874831</id><published>2008-08-16T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:57:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my goddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for abandoning the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these past few weeks were super hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go mad soon!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my calendar, and I realise that from this point on, I have assignments to send in every other week until the revision week, and that right now, I have about less than 168 hours (before minusing off sleeping time, eating time, lectures and tute times. Oh, driving time, too! =( ) to come up with a 2000 word analysis on whether it is useful or not to have a Statutory Derivative Action for my Company Law assignment. Or something like that. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by next week, i'll be at the halfway point of my semester, yet i can recall only about 10% of what i've learnt in the past 5 weeks. SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed! -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I decided not to join the Fencing Club this semester. I has no timeeeeeee for anything. And plus next month dah fasting. And the fencing classes finishes at 7. So not a good time to go into fencing. -__- So sad. Maybe next semester then. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've cut my hair. Now it's quite short la. Hahahaha. Later i find piccies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I'm going to try out for an internship with PwC. Apparently it's really hard to get a place, but it will be so worth it in the future if I do decide to become an accountant. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear God, I really need to breathe right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-7505874700648874831?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/7505874700648874831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=7505874700648874831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7505874700648874831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/7505874700648874831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-my-goddddddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-3862583750727453344</id><published>2008-08-06T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:41:34.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJmUgqKDjbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GwEmgWhorQg/s1600-h/AliaCam135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJmUgqKDjbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GwEmgWhorQg/s320/AliaCam135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231375730960731570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting.....the five-day-old-kittens!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comelness, no? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find a clearer picture of them that my dad took the other day. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I flew a kite over the weekend at Bagan Lalang. It was soooo much fun. One of the best things I've done in a long time. Hahahaha. On the downside, I got a major sunburn from being in the sun too long. Can't have everything now can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was looking around for a summer job/internship that I'd like to do (actually, it's almost like I'm forced to work during summer, or else my hopes of getting a good job will kinda decrease) during the summer hols, and I stumbled on this site, &lt;a href="http://www.djunglepeople.com"&gt;www.djunglepeople.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very intrigued cause the activities that they do look like so much fun, so maybe I'm goign to try to apply for a job there for summer. Fine, it might not be one of those big-shot companies, but I think it might be a fun experience if I can get a job there. So exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have two assignments due next week. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go do the asignments now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Company Reporting. Blargh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-3862583750727453344?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/3862583750727453344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=3862583750727453344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3862583750727453344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/3862583750727453344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/presenting.html' title=''/><author><name>alia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00627673705678804407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/TFppUNJjOaI/AAAAAAAAAwo/L2qjBWt42_I/S220/DSCF5435.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJmUgqKDjbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/GwEmgWhorQg/s72-c/AliaCam135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24885396.post-4202680661111424902</id><published>2008-08-01T18:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:04:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poke at life. Literally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJLoPVge5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LLo2z57Am5M/s1600-h/AliaCam129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wyG142CcjKI/SJLoPVge5UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LLo2z57Am5M/s320/AliaCam129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229497467499636034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that picture while I was getting my 3rd jab for the cervical cancer vaccine last night. How morbid right? I remembered &lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-information-on-cervical-cancer-in.html"&gt;talking about the jabs a few months ago.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but yesterday's jab was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO PAINFUL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HURT SO BAD&lt;/span&gt;. I actually gasped when the needle went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm is still sore now, after almost 24 hours!!! Worse than last time okay. I couldn't sleep properly yesterday cause my arm was so sore! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess it's better to have a sore arm than going through the pain of cervical cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my cat finally gave birth today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so worried cause her tummy was so big, she could barely walk these past few weeks. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried that had she not given birth by the end of the week, I would have taken her to the vet and ask if there was something wrong with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she burst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we found out the reason why her tummy was so big cause she gave birth to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means that from having just one cat back in February, i now have ELEVEN cats. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I love them, I know I have to give most of them away. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad. I don't want to part with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24885396-4202680661111424902?l=sugaholic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/feeds/4202680661111424902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24885396&amp;postID=4202680661111424902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4202680661111424902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24885396/posts/default/4202680661111424902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/2008/08/poke-at-life-literally.html' title='A poke at life. 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