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term='Music and Lyrics'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='DJian'/><category term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Dear Ms. Hyde,</title><subtitle type='html'>Whatever that happens next, remember that you can see la vie en rose.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>570</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6878465386524751167</id><published>2010-07-10T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:51:48.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eezniw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eezniw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Because we all need a new start :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6878465386524751167?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2765924484859794027</id><published>2010-06-23T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:28:47.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>S$200</title><content type='html'>I want to die already I am virtually stabbing myself till I bleed to death (and till I revive) I am given a freaking week to respond and what did I do I did nothing I did absolutely NOTHING and today's the deadline and still I did not freaking respond to the e-mail as soon as I read it and I did not ask my questions one-off to the operator who have heard my voice for two times in a day so now what huh you &amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%$#&amp;amp;*^(*&amp;amp;)(* now your parents gotta fork out a freaking S$200 and do take note that I am not someone who can or even &lt;i&gt;able&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to throw money around I work my ass off to earn a meagre salary to sustain my greed and satisfaction okay where was I oh yes S$200 ARRGHHH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TIGHT MY FINGERS ARE CROSSED NOW I NEED A DOCTOR TO UNCROSS 'EM BY THE END OF JUNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;* S$200 is the advance fee for accommodation in NUS.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2765924484859794027?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2765924484859794027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2765924484859794027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2765924484859794027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2765924484859794027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/06/s200.html' title='S$200'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1638675641042866639</id><published>2010-06-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:22:03.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Today after work I went for a drive</title><content type='html'>I took the turn towards 1U via Centrepoint, and instead of heading straight towards TTDI library which was my half-aim I took the left turn to Kota Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instead of turning right to Kota Damansara I went towards Sungai Buloh along SEGi College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway down the road I took a turn to the nearest Petronas station to pump in RM20 of petrol - and failed to buy RM5 prepaid cuz they don't have it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next instead of going to Sungai Buloh and go back home I remembered that scary little road with hairpin turns and the lagi scarier tiny tunnel I decided NOT to take the U-turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau I ended up in some unknown highway and took a ticket wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so scared when I saw the signboards which were in green going to Kuantan, Seremban etc. I figured I must be going south&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how relieved I am when I saw Damansara and Petaling sign. I literally sighed "phew" aloud. I don't remember what Fly FM (or was it Red FM?) was playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I paid the RM1 toll (RM1 per life lesson) I found myself at the exact highway I take everyday to and from work wtf -__________-;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1638675641042866639?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1638675641042866639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1638675641042866639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1638675641042866639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1638675641042866639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-after-work-i-went-for-drive.html' title='Today after work I went for a drive'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1536435785330174616</id><published>2010-05-30T15:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:30:10.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Coco Avant Chanel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_P8LedPg2I/AAAAAAAACSA/PW88g21mBn8/s1600/coco_avant_chanel%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_P8LedPg2I/AAAAAAAACSA/PW88g21mBn8/s400/coco_avant_chanel%5B1%5D.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Audrey Tautou lacks the hourglass body shape many female celebrities and public emphasise so much on. I don't go 'wow' at her ass (eg at J. Lo's) nor do I go 'omg' at her lips (eg at Angelina Jolie's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh gosh, her acting skill is just drop dead gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immerses the whole of herself into the movie, into her character and the setting, so much so that it feels as if the whole event is happening right in front of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you are eating 1901 New York Chicken hot dog and drinking overly-sweet soya bean for lunch; even when the cinema is freezing cold and (almost) empty; even when some guy a few seats right of you is predicting the future (and get it wrong), you'll still think you've traveled back in time. As if everything is happening right under your nose; you just can't smell the beer and smoke from the cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'd think you could walk towards Coco to tell her how pretty she looks in her striped top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/TAIS00Z3mFI/AAAAAAAACSU/GP41wAmzvmQ/s1600/costumes-coco-avant-chanel-2%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/TAIS00Z3mFI/AAAAAAAACSU/GP41wAmzvmQ/s400/costumes-coco-avant-chanel-2%5B1%5D.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't see it here but the top is fab! *obsessed over stripes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That, is how good she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. WONDERFUL soundtrack! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Highly recommended, both movie and soundtrack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1536435785330174616?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1536435785330174616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1536435785330174616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1536435785330174616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1536435785330174616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/coco-avant-chanel.html' title='Coco Avant Chanel'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_P8LedPg2I/AAAAAAAACSA/PW88g21mBn8/s72-c/coco_avant_chanel%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5193238001418903573</id><published>2010-05-27T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:42:10.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datacom'/><title type='text'>LOL moment at 1142</title><content type='html'>Hello I'm at work and while talking to a customer he dropped his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the previous notes the previous agent taken down. Not sure whether&amp;nbsp;my action now&amp;nbsp;adheres to the company's privacy policy but what the heck! It's SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SHORT CALL&lt;br /&gt;Reason for short call: Customer called up to check the internet connection problem. &lt;br /&gt;Action: Explain to customer that the line will be release ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;- Customer said his son want to watch cartoon , or else his son will die due to his son will refuse to eat rice and cry until he die. &lt;br /&gt;- Informed customer we will do ASAP. &lt;br /&gt;- Apologize to customer for the problem caused. &lt;br /&gt;Customer noted&lt;/blockquote&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Remember that this customer called and dropped his call? He just called back and sounded guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. FUNNY PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5193238001418903573?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5193238001418903573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5193238001418903573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5193238001418903573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5193238001418903573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/lol-moment-at-1142.html' title='LOL moment at 1142'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5935323385416865057</id><published>2010-05-23T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.732+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datacom'/><title type='text'>While at work,</title><content type='html'>As I'm typing this sentence the clock on the taskbar is showing 12:11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold in here. I hear many people talking. A lady was talking on her cellphone in Tamil/Hindu. I am waiting for more calls to come in. Or rather, I am waiting for 1pm cuz that's when my shift ends :) I have two interconnecting monitor in front of me, of which I am only staring at one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry. I went to the pantry to see if there are snacks but there is none so I remain hungry :( Just last night I am beating myself up for scoffing too much raisins after a yummy dinner (apparently the rest of my family doesn't think so) outside. I screamed for my newest vital stats, of which I start screaming inward, pulling off my virtual inward hair, wearing a horrible horrible face as if Doomsday is here. Because it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*refrain from body talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Despite all the screaming and pulling-off-my-hair I still love food. I crave for Ikea's ginger-glazed salmon with potato salad which they are serving from 21 May to 4 July during their Swedish month which is only RM16.90 inclusive of 5% GST. Ilovesalmon Ilovesalmon Ilovesalmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spying on Kinder Bueno because I've never tried Kinder Bueno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_isvZKN-KI/AAAAAAAACSI/YTBoxochXYw/s1600/kinder+bueno%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_isvZKN-KI/AAAAAAAACSI/YTBoxochXYw/s1600/kinder+bueno%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After NUS welcome tea yesterday at Concorde Hotel, of which I have the pleasure to meet MUET Band 6 holder P-something (Sorry I forgot your name! But we will become coursemate so I will know more than just your name *fingers cross), I want to try Famous Amos cookies because the hazelnut (I think) cookies with chocolate chip they served during the Tea is wonderful and the thickness of Lipton tea is perfect.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_iumZmLgkI/AAAAAAAACSM/o2r67vLhVmQ/s1600/panasonic-lx3%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_iumZmLgkI/AAAAAAAACSM/o2r67vLhVmQ/s320/panasonic-lx3%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as I am waiting for calls / arrival of 1pm in 38 minutes I am blogging, surveying cameras (compact with DSLR features and quality; budget &lt;u&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/u&gt; RM1.6k. Considering: Panasonic Lumix LX-3, Canon Powershot S90. Please advise), learning about aperture. I like &lt;a href="http://ladyantebellum.com/"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cheerego.com/"&gt;Cheer Chen&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I just received two calls, of which one was short and &lt;s&gt;had nothing to do with me&lt;/s&gt; was transferred to the other department. I just received an SMS from Lethal May saying that the trip to The Curve next Wednesday is changed to Sunway Pyramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_ivKpW23SI/AAAAAAAACSQ/vq5So2CviV8/s200/PowerShot-S90_FSL_001%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_ivKpW23SI/AAAAAAAACSQ/vq5So2CviV8/s200/PowerShot-S90_FSL_001%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;6 more minutes to go. My fingers are freezing. Microsoft Outlook is a bxtch as it hangs on me and I can't send an e-mail to the relevant department to announce the state of the computer which caused me to be late (even though I reached just in time). Another SMS just came in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After my shift I will be going to my favourite library, situated near 1U in TTDI, a branch of KL library, to return all my books. I've finished &lt;em&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/em&gt; by Arthur Golden (wonderful book) and &lt;em&gt;The Kitchen God's Wife&lt;/em&gt; by Amy Tan (magnificent). I attempted Winston Groom's &lt;em&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/em&gt; but I fell asleep in Chapter 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok my shift ends now. I work in 1 Tech Park, company Datacom. Bye bye :)&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/8286769-5935323385416865057?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5935323385416865057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5935323385416865057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5935323385416865057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5935323385416865057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/while-at-work.html' title='While at work,'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_isvZKN-KI/AAAAAAAACSI/YTBoxochXYw/s72-c/kinder+bueno%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1013620980456408038</id><published>2010-05-19T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T23:53:17.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Diamond</title><content type='html'>Listening to: &lt;i&gt;What Were the Chances&lt;/i&gt;,  Damien Jurado &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: &lt;i&gt;The Reader&lt;/i&gt;, Bernhard Schlink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  remember Yung Xiang once said I am strange, because who he sees of me is  not who my family sees, vice versa. (We had some "deep" philosophical  talks. Wonderful times.) In his blog he described me as "internal  contrast". And of course being 38 I asked him what he meant and he  replied me on FB in a few rather long conversations and later he didn't  reply wtf he must've thought I'm a terrible horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think i read it in a photography magazine. It's like when you  take a  picture and you change it's total contrast you call it internal  contrast. However, pls don't ask me what is external contrast. [...] win  zee...though she may have many facets....has  something kinda common in all her facets...that ultimately is so  typically win zee?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Someone please decode. He either meant that I'm like a diamond which  "has so many facets but still essentially a diamond"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_K10gxdxAI/AAAAAAAACR8/guhkMgjp7mE/s1600/diamond%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_K10gxdxAI/AAAAAAAACR8/guhkMgjp7mE/s1600/diamond%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or he might mean a different  thing. I don't see the link between internal contrast and multi-faceted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that I have many facets, but what is the common ground  these facets are based upon - if, according to YX, there is one? Maybe  all these facets are equally noble, or smart, or popular, or wonderful.  Throw in some more adjectives. Positives only, please, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said what matters is that I be myself, and be happy with it.  Am I happy? I don't know. At least I'm not sad. Oh but I am frustrated over my dressing style OMG so siannnnnnnn with it already laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who do you see? Do tell me by leaving a comment (or two) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1013620980456408038?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1013620980456408038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1013620980456408038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1013620980456408038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1013620980456408038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening-to-what-were-chances-damien.html' title='Diamond'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S_K10gxdxAI/AAAAAAAACR8/guhkMgjp7mE/s72-c/diamond%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3115362848937512728</id><published>2010-05-14T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:49:36.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Datacom'/><title type='text'>Replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;Reading: &lt;i&gt;The Kitchen God's Wife&lt;/i&gt;, Amy Tan / &lt;i&gt;The Reader&lt;/i&gt;, Bernhard Schlink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;Ok... I was here to check my mail and Facebook and suddenly I'm everywhere. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Answer to Yen's question "Eh zee have you changed your job recently?"&lt;/u&gt; I have far too many friends who have 'Yen' in their names, and I can't pinpoint your name from the tone you use / the way you type, hence I don't know in what tone I should use to answer your question and hence I think it would be fair for me to answer here in a post in a neutral and perhaps sarcastic and playful tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first enter the building, you can see the cafeteria at your left. As you approach the elevator there are free newspapers - The Oriental Daily or The Malay Mail, your preference. You hit the '3' button when you enter the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enter two heavy glass doors, of which you require an electronic card. At the pantry, there are free flow of Milo, Nescafe, Nestum, sugar, and whatnots. There is a huge tin of Marie biscuits. There are roughly 10 tables and 10 pairs of chairs for each table. There are many, many, &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;bottles of water. It is Fruits Day every Monday and Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in front of the PC for the whole duration of my work, rising up from my spinning chair just to go to the washroom, or to stretch, or when there are no calls. It is cold, the place I work. I pick up calls through the PC, and I rush to type everything the caller and I said into the system. My Mandarin has deteriorated like going down the slides *whee and that fact still amazes me. And with our eyes glued to the computer screen, E-mail is thus the main way of communication here - at least for "long-distance" communication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am only starting my &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;work next Monday; the previous two weeks was only training. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reply to orenji's message:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, there were two interviewers for me. When they started the interview in Malay I was "oh shxt" but very quickly they switched to English yay. They were really nice, really friendly, so friendly that I joked with them too. But apart from that, an interview is still an interview; and the more I think about it, the more I think I screwed up @#^&amp;amp;$#*($&amp;amp;#@$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;I don't find Penang har mee nice, maybe because I never liked spicy food. Or maybe because I wasn't concentrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;I drove a short stretch, of maybe 10% of the distance back home. I drove in the pouring rain, potong-ed kereta, kena hon-ed by a Toyota not my fault I swear, stuck too close to a lorry for a few seconds, and managed a 110km/h for a second oh I am so proud I WANNA DRIVEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, both of us are pretty out of shape so let's not complain but instead, admire ourselves in the mirror with dresses we know we can never afford &lt;s&gt;unless we become&amp;nbsp;少奶奶&lt;/s&gt; k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3115362848937512728?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3115362848937512728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3115362848937512728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3115362848937512728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3115362848937512728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/replies.html' title='Replies'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-275587494193895694</id><published>2010-05-09T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:25:52.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Balloon</title><content type='html'>I am getting crazy with university admission, and while I know bottomless disappointment comes together with high hopes, I am still holding on to the very, very thin thread tied on to a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S-bCqjhYNxI/AAAAAAAACR0/oSu1QubrVsM/s800/83666031.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the balloon is not a part of the essentials in my life... but it feels as if I'll &lt;i&gt;die&lt;/i&gt; if the thread patah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers shall remain crossed until early July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC WE MUST HAVE OUR WEEKLY WINDOW SHOPPING EVEN WHEN YOU'RE THERE! *despo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I actually like balloons, be it carrying it around town or popping it. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-275587494193895694?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/275587494193895694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=275587494193895694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/275587494193895694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/275587494193895694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/balloon.html' title='Balloon'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S-bCqjhYNxI/AAAAAAAACR0/oSu1QubrVsM/s72-c/83666031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4302391049890921502</id><published>2010-05-03T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:32:40.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>29th &amp; 30th April 2010 @ Genting Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;To Live Without It&lt;/i&gt;, The Spill Canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 9.30am I plopped myself in front of the computer waiting for the release of Munsyi results so slow so slow sooooooo sloooooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us went to visit Uncle Lim last month. For me, it was the 2nd time of the month and the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95GVmG4n8I/AAAAAAAACQw/cZjWRwaQO2M/s1600/29100-30_Genting1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95GVmG4n8I/AAAAAAAACQw/cZjWRwaQO2M/s640/29100-30_Genting1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so strange the things Science students get so excited about!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The first day we were up there we went for Karaoke cuz dinner would be cheaper lol. And it was one heck of a singing sesh, even though it was only 2+1 hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we were waiting for our turn to play bowling we saw this guy wearing leopard-print cropped jacket, black fitting shirt and dark blue skinny jeans, plus huge black-frame glasses and spiky hair and OMG so gay. Another guy from that group - big size, yellow shirt - is gay too. Honestly, they were very nice to watch at.&lt;br /&gt;*cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, after ML, YC and I shared two pots of yucky porridge we split: them to the Outdoor Theme Park while YC and I hung around Indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We window shopped. I found Purple Cane! And they charged RM2 for every big cup of green tea. &lt;s&gt;That must be the reason they earn more than&lt;/s&gt; We watched &lt;i&gt;Ip Man 2&lt;/i&gt;, then had tea/lunch at The Coffee Bean &amp;amp; Tea Leaf because both of us have this dream of having a leisurely (and classy) afternoon tea in a coffee house; and what better place to splurge at but Genting Highlands, where everywhere is just as expensive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95Gn_G-sxI/AAAAAAAACQ0/k_kSFGNMkm4/s1600/DSCN8616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95Gn_G-sxI/AAAAAAAACQ0/k_kSFGNMkm4/s320/DSCN8616.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95JX6IBw7I/AAAAAAAACQ4/7TySDb5l0LA/s1600/DSCN8599.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95JX6IBw7I/AAAAAAAACQ4/7TySDb5l0LA/s320/DSCN8599.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Hazelnut Ice-Blended; YC's Double Chocolate; and Red Velvet Cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;YC and I then proceeded to Haunted House Adventure to scare our pants off (which actually wasn't as scary as I'd imagined).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95Jeji2CMI/AAAAAAAACRA/1jy0vqHR4-A/s1600/DSCN8622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95Jeji2CMI/AAAAAAAACRA/1jy0vqHR4-A/s320/DSCN8622.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95JciUO7hI/AAAAAAAACQ8/1ziEmbik_as/s1600/DSCN8621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95JciUO7hI/AAAAAAAACQ8/1ziEmbik_as/s320/DSCN8621.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then we did really tourist-y stuff to pass time -.-;; Tourist-y stuff like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95KoEHd9VI/AAAAAAAACRI/LXobjxpw8v0/s400/DSCN8625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95KkR1QpfI/AAAAAAAACRE/YGqSo2dnHNw/s400/DSCN8648.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knoooow wtf -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this trip I am inspired to complete a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Update the wardrobe and learn make-up and enter the casino before I turn 21 wtf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a bf to teman me into the Haunted House lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Detox after all the junk I stuffed into my stomach -.-;;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great, great trip. Perhaps I won't remember the tiny details in the future, like ML buttoning and unbuttoning her shirt buttons;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95MYrOMxXI/AAAAAAAACRM/pvhY0z04jDc/s400/DSCN8470.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or KJ imitating the Kit Kat advertisement;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95ManwleFI/AAAAAAAACRQ/kS8qPwDIvgQ/s400/DSCN8550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or CP and U-Phun's attempt to prevent the crew at the Karaoke to chase us out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95MjABSFhI/AAAAAAAACRU/Agy70MJSR04/s400/DSCN8560.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I know I'll remember the fun and innocence that accompany this less-than-48 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4302391049890921502?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4302391049890921502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4302391049890921502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4302391049890921502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4302391049890921502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-live-without-it-spill-canvas-since-9.html' title='29th &amp; 30th April 2010 @ Genting Highlands'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S95GVmG4n8I/AAAAAAAACQw/cZjWRwaQO2M/s72-c/29100-30_Genting1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4732916348489258573</id><published>2010-04-09T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T21:21:53.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>女孩子，长大了就要有个大人样</title><content type='html'>I saw this on FB and I find it very, very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; 转身，要比眼泪快。&lt;br /&gt;这是必须。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，你必须学会承担难过，你必须知道难过它会过&amp;lt; 要经常对自己说，我也可以很勇敢。不要，千万不要，轻易在别人面前掉眼泪。 别人看多了你的眼泪，就会觉得你的眼泪如此廉价。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 你以前或许干过许多荒唐的事。&lt;br /&gt;可是请你不要觉得那有多见不得人。请你不要觉得那是负担&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，这是你生命中一个新的开始。 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;谁对你好，你就对谁好。&lt;br /&gt;人际交往永远是礼尚往来的。双向法则。没有人有义务对你好。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，擦亮眼睛，谁对你好，记得对他好。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;明确自己的目标，为此奋斗。&lt;br /&gt;什么女子无才便是德，要嫁得好，首先要有才。&lt;br /&gt;而此处问题的关键，不是嫁得好。是你自己过得好。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，你要出国？找工作？还是继续学习？&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，你离踏入社会已不远，你是否已做好准备？&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;答应自己的事情就要做到，该对自己狠的时候就要狠，切忌优柔寡断、藕断丝连。&lt;br /&gt;对自己心软，成不了大事。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，要学会面对现实，不能再整日沉浸于白日梦中。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 如果你正在恋爱，请不要毫无保留地付出。&lt;br /&gt;你全盘托出了，拿什么留给你以后的老公？&lt;br /&gt;女孩子，要学会对自己好一点，别把所有的都投资在所谓的“潜力股”身上。&lt;br /&gt;无论什么时候，看清楚你自己手中留着什么底牌。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;做人学会圆滑。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，别人不会再把你当小孩子，你的错误已不会再有人包容。&lt;br /&gt;对不喜欢的人和事面带笑容，是我们必须学会的恶心。&lt;i&gt;(Very true HATE THIS.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;感谢所有伤害过你的人。&lt;br /&gt;然后在20岁生日的那天，对他们挥挥手，说声，我不再恨你们了。&lt;br /&gt;仇恨留在20岁以前的青春，你长大了，你要正视伤害。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;别玩什么非主流。你又不是肥猪刘。&lt;br /&gt;还不如学着化化妆，不是烟熏妆，是大方得体的淡妆。&lt;br /&gt;一个大企业的面试官曾对我说过，一个化淡妆的女生，企业会优先考虑。&lt;br /&gt;为什么？因为你连自己的容貌都不着急，你会着急什么？&lt;br /&gt;世界上没有丑女人，只有懒女人。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;减肥，说说就好。&lt;br /&gt;到你真的减到跟竹竿似的时候，你会发现低血压低血糖头晕目眩 一系列疾病同时伴随你。&lt;br /&gt;说不好还有胃癌。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁，你要知道，你以后的路还有很长，健康的身体是你走下去的保证。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;对挑拨离间的人，不要揭发他。&lt;br /&gt;等他演完一出出好戏，拼命演，拼命圆。&lt;br /&gt;然后告诉他，其实你什么都知道。&lt;br /&gt;接着，笑笑，离开。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;是的，你已经达到法定婚龄了，可是你并不用着急着嫁人。&lt;br /&gt;或许你正在热恋，你们山盟海誓说要一辈子。&lt;br /&gt;可是你才刚过20岁，你不知道一辈子到底有多长。日子是过出 来的，不是想出来的。&lt;br /&gt;结婚，不是两个人的事情，是两个家庭的事情。老一辈讲的门当户对，并不是毫无道理的封建思想。结婚，你应该抱着一辈子只有一次的信念，所以挑选的时候丝毫不得马虎。&lt;br /&gt;恋爱，就把它当成恋爱。结婚，慢慢来。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;轰轰烈烈的爱情，留给一字头的年龄。&lt;i&gt;(I have one more year to try this! *despo)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你已经20岁了。别再做那些会被别人当做笑话的傻事。&lt;br /&gt;什么夜不归宿，当街吵架，以死相逼，一哭二闹三上吊。&lt;br /&gt;那些疯狂的事情，那些年少轻狂，我们经历过就够了。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁了，学会淡定从容。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;男朋友，宁缺毋滥。不要因为寂寞而恋爱，不要因为跟风而恋爱。&lt;br /&gt;过了20岁了，学会对自己的人生负责。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;自己喜欢的东西，不要奢望别人买。&lt;br /&gt;20岁，不管你以前是否玩过暧昧，你已经过了暧昧的年龄。&lt;br /&gt;女人要独立，经济独立是基础。&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;如果一个男人对你说他配不上你，相信他。&lt;br /&gt;一个自己说配不上你的男人，一辈子也不会配得上你！&lt;br /&gt;珍惜与能力无关，与钱无关！&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，随时给自己准备一个微笑，告诉自己，我可以！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4732916348489258573?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4732916348489258573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4732916348489258573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4732916348489258573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4732916348489258573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='女孩子，长大了就要有个大人样'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6926692601883911592</id><published>2010-04-06T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:57:59.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedications'/><title type='text'>A bottle.</title><content type='html'>I have a bottle inside me in which I keep my negative emotions. I would like to say that the capacity of the bottle is rather large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7oVEspJr6I/AAAAAAAACOg/gt0L0fREeCM/s800/5534_sc_glass_bottle_screw_%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these negative emotions are like cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7oVEkIwFJI/AAAAAAAACOk/KD5GCydYwsQ/s800/Cotton-Candy-cotton-candy-172218_400_421%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like everything else, they &lt;s&gt;are&lt;/s&gt; were minute and compact; but they are filled with air and thus become rather huge. So the bottle gets filled up fairly quickly (do keep in mind that the bottle is L A R G E).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there will definitely be one cotton candy which is too big to fill the bottle. It squeezes and squeezes into the bottle. And when it succeeds in entering the bottle - it fails. The cap of the bottle shoots up to space, and the cotton candy squirts out like fountain - except less pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7oXvP9pW5I/AAAAAAAACOs/As2c2mrMVlU/s800/SpilledCoffee%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these cotton candies have to be translated into &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; in order to disappear. It's like magic, but less magical and more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the owner of the bottle, I am the one who decide in what form these candies should transform into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've chosen gluttony, or movement, or &lt;s&gt;death&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="287" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7oVwlxcHAI/AAAAAAAACOo/rYPDTshjAtQ/s400/DeathByCottonCandy%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose words. And I chose to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, darlings, for your concern, at least I know I am not alone LOL I know you will be there when I need a listening ear (or a few!), for me to repeat the same thing over and over again like a cacat-ed recorder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the bottle is empty, and I am fine :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes dear May, I &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; eat with mutated cockroaches (supervisor said it's due to herbs I think we can believe him cuz he's a food tech grad LOL) while sitting amidst two pots of cooked eggs and rows of raw eggs. I am not crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6926692601883911592?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6926692601883911592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6926692601883911592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6926692601883911592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6926692601883911592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/04/bottle.html' title='A bottle.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7oVEspJr6I/AAAAAAAACOg/gt0L0fREeCM/s72-c/5534_sc_glass_bottle_screw_%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4205564157644378783</id><published>2010-04-02T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:42:43.857+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Muchness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7V5p7lB77I/AAAAAAAACOE/DRALPw20Tog/s800/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster%5B1%5D.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is just okay, in my opinion. While it's worth the price of your ticket, it doesn't matter if you give it a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp is charming as usual. Aiyooo I tell you I was like "awwwww" when Alice wanted to return to the real world because the Mad Hatter likes her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000136/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;The Mad Hatter (to Alice):You used to be much more..."muchier."  You've lost your muchness&lt;/blockquote&gt;I thought, have &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; lost my much-ness as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so thoroughly exhausted, I cling on to my bed like a koala to the Eucalyptus tree. (Except less cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I didn't jog. And skipped my planned shopping and movie trip. (Due to other reason.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cheese tart this morning OMG HEAVENLYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe selling tea and eggs can take a toll on my Ever Ready battery. -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy said to me yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I like your smile *grins&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was serving tea you see, trying to hit the impossible sales target, then this old uncle with brown senget teeth walked past. And then he stopped in front of me. I thought he wanted to sample tea so I held my tray out and as I held my tray out the fucking uncle leaned forward so damn fucking close and said "I lke your smile" wtf and I can see his brown senget teeth ugghhh. I may be despo but I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; despo thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YHY was the only one who played April Fools joke on me and it failed in such a way only I can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he wanted to commit suicide, I though he was depressed due to some things he was trying to hide so I wasn't concerned about his suicidal notions. And when it turned out to be a prank all I did was "haha damn fail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha damn fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4205564157644378783?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4205564157644378783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4205564157644378783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4205564157644378783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4205564157644378783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/04/muchness.html' title='Muchness'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S7V5p7lB77I/AAAAAAAACOE/DRALPw20Tog/s72-c/alice-in-wonderland-triptych-poster%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8513170367193475945</id><published>2010-03-25T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:09:27.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><title type='text'>Unhappinesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Unhappiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE HAS THE INTENTION TO MAKE ME ANGRY WTF #$(*%&amp;amp;$*&amp;amp;%^$)%(!@%&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;( TRYING TO TEST MY PATIENCE AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've slammed the phone whabaaam! but that's not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also have replied all sorts of vulgarities (do not underestimate the super pea) but that's not my style either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I could do is to curse under my breath and decide not to bother the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've never been so angry with one person, not even with my family. If I do get angry (what, I get angry?) I forget. Okay so I don't forget &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; but I &lt;i&gt;remember&lt;/i&gt; to forget. So it never bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But THIS. OMGWTF I FEEL SO ANNOYED AND INSULTED. If you have that many credits, fine. Spend it your way. Prank call the ambulance or 999, call Win Zee up and pretend to be Jason Mraz, whatever, I don't care. Even if Jason Mraz calls me. (If only he does, sigh.) But seriously to spend that cent and seconds and finger exercise on insulting me?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you YC for listening to (or rather reading) my quizzical rants in caps. You are very smart. My friends are smart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Unhappiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submitted my documents to NUS today via Pos Laju and wtf it cost me RM26.40 that's 5.28 hours of my work and more expensive than other courier services OMG! but wtf EARNING MONEY RIGHT NOW IS NOT MY TOP PRIORITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm Scrooge and everything, but I am NOT money-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Unhappiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairprice.com.sg/wcsstore/FairPrice/images/catalog/thumbnails/s10217625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.fairprice.com.sg/wcsstore/FairPrice/images/catalog/thumbnails/s10217625.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;When I'm unhappy my teeth gets itchy (unhappiness nerve links to teeth nerve). Hence I look for things to munch on. I found a tin of Jacobs Hi-Iron cream crackers and I &lt;s&gt;am&lt;/s&gt; was munching on thousands of calories shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be blaming myself until I worth nothing. Actually I'm already feeling &lt;s&gt;rather&lt;/s&gt; VERY guilty now :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourth Unhappiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is super hot right now. Mosquitoes are biting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fifth Unhappiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I'll be free of this thing call &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;sales target&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; after that sort of dreaded promotion period. Oh so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be reminded &lt;i&gt;everyday&lt;/i&gt; feels like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7341/target717f3baja5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://img155.imageshack.us/img155/7341/target717f3baja5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I'm not a sponge/polystyrene to absorb and forget the shock; nor am I a stone/invincible plastic that reflects back the arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hatehatehate sales target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's the source of all things FAT (stress leads to unhappiness which leads to eating which leads to FAT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It the source of all things BRAT and I don't like to be a brat FOR GOD'S SAKE I'M NOT 7-YEARS-OLD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&amp;nbsp;It overwhelms me. I feel like I'm underneath so many invisible unknown things that seem weightless to everybody else. Sometimes I think to myself, whether I'm ready to actually accept these 21-SX adult stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that day we (they) went on lessons on Long Jing green tea. Since I'm not working full-time so it's natural I do not take part. At the end of the lesson since they had 15 minutes more to spare I was given the chance to "perform" the tea art and though I understand that to be appreciated is impossible I am still hurt by how sincere the way they show it (of not appreciating me) :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've rolled my eyes and muttered, "Adults," but I can't. Because I am becoming one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the reason that adults are adults, because they are treated this way when they were still young?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone transition to adulthood so smoothly like the evolution of caterpillar to butterfly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:2828/a31fc835bcab0cbb8afc10c76cd03bf7/image/cd6c9dd67b376390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://localhost:2828/a31fc835bcab0cbb8afc10c76cd03bf7/image/cd6c9dd67b376390.jpg?size=320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else's growth &lt;s&gt;(death phase = Alzheimer's etc)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S6pDnynfOSI/AAAAAAAACLw/PoOjuAWjWZM/insectsGraph%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S6pDnynfOSI/AAAAAAAACLw/PoOjuAWjWZM/insectsGraph%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My growth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for that moment for me to moult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sixth Unhappiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN SEE MY TUMMY BALLOONING OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare too much at the computer screen, my sight has definitely declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wake up at like 7+ tomorrow and it's 1.04am right now I'm still here blogging witnessing the ballooning of my tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I can float up to the air when my tummy has ballooned to a certain size. (Please don't make it burst.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hL_IB0vuZvGmm9DBKjZQVQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCKvLmszNns79lgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S6pGyG5z7GI/AAAAAAAACMg/LcGKkDb6WyU/s800/221471514_f7e71f34eb%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the feel of the wind on my face.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8513170367193475945?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8513170367193475945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8513170367193475945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8513170367193475945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8513170367193475945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/03/unhappinesses.html' title='Unhappinesses'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S6pDnynfOSI/AAAAAAAACLw/PoOjuAWjWZM/s72-c/insectsGraph%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2651128005902779270</id><published>2010-03-11T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>Q: I'm snacking too much on CNY cookies/raisins/nuts/whatever I can get my hands on hoooow I don't wanna get faaat :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2009/08/03/obese-baby_wFlrR_19672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2009/08/03/obese-baby_wFlrR_19672.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOT CUTE.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A: Jogging. Tomorrow morning. MUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I am procrastinating on my scholarship essay/application/university application/sleeping hoooow :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;s&gt;Get this T-shirt to save you from giving excuses by mouth so as to save energy.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackgirlinthecity.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/uniqlo-sorry-im-late-tshirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://blackgirlinthecity.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/uniqlo-sorry-im-late-tshirt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;FINISH YOUR DAMN ESSAY/APPLICATION/SLEEP RIGHT NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2651128005902779270?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2651128005902779270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2651128005902779270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2651128005902779270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2651128005902779270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/03/q.html' title='Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5363171528444623420</id><published>2010-03-08T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:23:36.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><title type='text'>Raisin-fishes</title><content type='html'>I just munched on too much raisins, now too much raisins are swimming in the HCl in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bloop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And meanwhile, as these raisins-fishes bloop, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stalking one of my DJ friends, whom I was once very close with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate who seemed to be the coolest quietest guy in class is in a very awkward relationship LOL! So awkward, your expression spells "wth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My junior who again changed girlfriend 3 weeks and few days ago told me (all?) about the love between them both. Ahem PDA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last night listening to someone else's story and sometwo else's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 laa hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And raisin-fishes population is still growing steadily in HCl. Boom-and-bust population happening soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there are no customers I tend to think. (Amazing what the Super Pea can do, eh?) Often I think of life, people, relationships between people, future, past, present. Often the thoughts come in the form of question marks that fade away just as quickly as it appears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two kinds of smiles: a false one; and a genuine one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like smiles, there are two kinds of trusts: the trust towards a stranger / someone you barely know; and the trust towards someone you know, perhaps even dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, when you get older, do both the latter becomes more difficult to harbour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Overpopulation of raisin-fishes in HCl. &lt;s&gt;This proves Biology Vol. 2 by Lee Ching published by Longman right.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking *&amp;amp;%$^%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I gotta wake up at 7 do my share of chores have breakfast take a quick shower prepare my lunch runnn to the bus stand by 8.15am and here I am at 1.19am blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty right now cuz the 4/5 full once-alive raisin-fishes in the container are now swimming in the congested HCl in the stomach pouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WTF IS WRONG WITH UPU AND USM APPLICATION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloopish pukish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5363171528444623420?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5363171528444623420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5363171528444623420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5363171528444623420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5363171528444623420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/03/raisin-fishes.html' title='Raisin-fishes'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-9106656427974722009</id><published>2010-03-02T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:37:21.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/3760/mrmagoriumswonderemporiux7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/3760/mrmagoriumswonderemporiux7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never dismiss this movie as childish or hollow stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see a glass of water filled just half, how do you see it: half-full or half-empty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium&lt;/i&gt; compares both the dull, monotonous life many of us lead, and a life filled with magic and hope we all crave for. Or, not exactly hope; it is about faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very simple movie, of the fate of a magical toy store just before and after Mr. Magorium (Dustin Hoffman) &lt;s&gt;dies&lt;/s&gt; departs. (He is not a light bulb.) The store manager, Molly Mahoney (Natalie Portman) is a talented pianist and a budding composer who desperately needs the *sparkle*. Henry Weston, the mutant/accountant, is an epitome of all laymen - us who (no longer) believes in, but in need of, magic in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you think of the way you currently view life. Is it really as bad as it seems? Is this doomsday? Is there no future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all we need is a little bit of magic, a little bit of *sparkle*, and a whole lot of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?" -- Mr. Magorium&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-9106656427974722009?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/9106656427974722009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=9106656427974722009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/9106656427974722009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/9106656427974722009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/03/mr-magoriums-wonder-emporium.html' title='Mr. Magorium&apos;s Wonder Emporium'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4981082445420783575</id><published>2010-02-25T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:52:34.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I AM HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY :DDDD &lt;s&gt;Now I shall prepare my thank you speech before my press conference starts at&lt;/s&gt;SO SO SO SUPER HAPPY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall have to work out my plausible future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do: go buy tomorrow's Nanyang Siang Pau!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4981082445420783575?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4981082445420783575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4981082445420783575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4981082445420783575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4981082445420783575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/02/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2883770115542501492</id><published>2010-02-23T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:57:43.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>You (shall) hear a (virtual) gunshot</title><content type='html'>I am so fucking nervous right now that as I am typing this post and writing an essay and peeling a Mandarin orange and SMSing I am literally trembling oh my God someone please save me from this pathetic miserable state I am scared so so so so scared shoot me where is that fucking assuring call that I need I am die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(*&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;^%$@&amp;amp;*^$*&amp;amp;*#&amp;amp;&amp;amp;^%^%!$*&amp;amp;#*(&amp;amp;#*&amp;amp;^%$^%@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2883770115542501492?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2883770115542501492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2883770115542501492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2883770115542501492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2883770115542501492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-shall-hear-virtual-gunshot.html' title='You (shall) hear a (virtual) gunshot'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6658304099557861595</id><published>2010-02-22T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:12:43.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Smile - Uncle Kracker</title><content type='html'>Uncle Kracker's &lt;i&gt;Smile&lt;/i&gt; never makes me fail to smile, just like Jason Mraz's &lt;i&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/i&gt; and Shayne Ward's &lt;i&gt;Breathless&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localism.com/image_store/uploads/2/0/6/7/6/ar12448329867602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://localism.com/image_store/uploads/2/0/6/7/6/ar12448329867602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Smile&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt; - Uncle Kracker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re better than the best&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky just to linger in your light&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than the flipside of my pillow, that’s right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothin’ can compare to where you send me&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it’s okay, yeah it’s okay&lt;br /&gt;And the moments when my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along just like a flower&lt;br /&gt;Poking through the sidewalk crack&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, you steal away the rain&lt;br /&gt;And just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause every time that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head&lt;br /&gt;Spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold&lt;br /&gt;Buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh you make me smile) oh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;(Oh you make me smile) oh you make me smile&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6658304099557861595?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6658304099557861595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6658304099557861595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6658304099557861595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6658304099557861595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/02/smile-uncle-kracker.html' title='Smile - Uncle Kracker'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7221387019282742917</id><published>2010-02-21T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:15:09.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>What does CNY 2010 brings?</title><content type='html'>What is Bruce Lee's favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a handful of people showed up for U6S bainian trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What you've missed:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angpau&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;. Duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zohan's mom's amazingly fabulous nyonya kuih! &lt;s&gt;I have to have good relationship with the academic staff in UM in order to enter&lt;/s&gt; It's trueeee :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zohan's unique spice-d kuih kapit. Seriously. &lt;s&gt;Not trying to foster good relationship with Zohan to get into UM LOL.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zohan's amazingly geng Erhu and Guzheng performances OMG. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossips. Duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonderful, breathtaking night view of KL OMG. &lt;small&gt;Forget about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Light_pollution" target="_blank"&gt;light pollution&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make-a-wish up up uuuup to the sky and then down down doooown to the ground. (Oh but we were kind enough to include everyone else.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;On the surface, yes, we are united. We seem to have so many plans for the days ahead, and we are determined to include everyone in it. It is not so much of the patriotic sentiment; instead it's the love and support we harbour for each other unknowingly, and the thought that we are all in this together, that we are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are never united. Well, maybe a few of the rare times when we &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to get together and cooperate (or give face?) but our hearts were never 100% into it. We save some for ourselves, with a depressing thought that this whole thing is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is static. History changes, our story changes as we progress our time line. But don't these non-static things, no matter how small, affect us in one way or another?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I met up with Waning and Jo after GodknowshowlongOMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What you've missed:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angpau&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;. Duh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jo's super scary dangerous driving *clutches on handbar*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossips. Duh. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dimsum breakfast, yummm :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reminiscence. Ahhhh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I need to (re)learn how to driveee! To be restricted transportation-wise is such a pathetic thing :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STPM results out on 25th February OMGABCWTF why so early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/kmh/lowres/kmhn179l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/kmh/lowres/kmhn179l.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides that, I NEED A JOB which is HIGH-PAYING and NOT DULL. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATAAAAAAAAR! XDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7221387019282742917?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7221387019282742917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7221387019282742917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7221387019282742917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7221387019282742917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-does-cny-2010-brings.html' title='What does CNY 2010 brings?'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7080727415442344089</id><published>2010-02-15T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:53:42.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><title type='text'>Purple Conclusion</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Happy CNY and a belated Valentine's day! I am now sitting in front of the computer typing out this blog post, just finished my bowl of tang yuen, listening to my mom and brother watching AFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I didn't go to my parents' hometown this year. To be honest I am glad of that decision: I am SICK! I'm recuperating quite well, thank you *sniff cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially jobless &lt;s&gt;due to H1N2&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of such promotion job was tough tough tough. Basically my day went like this: Wake up - work - sleep. During work it's opening the stall - count $ - think of what to eat / where to go for lunch - lunch - think of what to eat /where to go for dinner - dinner - anticipate 10pm. While it did seem lifeless and repetitive, it isn't at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learned in this 20+ days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I met different kinds of people: normal customers, strange customers, unexpected customers, crazy customers, foreigners, Choy San, performers, &lt;b&gt;magician&lt;/b&gt;. Not to mention great colleagues from my company itself and those who work in 1U.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've seen many kinds of things that I might not have the chance to see, have I not worked there:&lt;br /&gt;TV shoots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bn_xa6JLlQKIwewIdvo5CA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S3jYU2FGCWI/AAAAAAAAB7g/uMXOE4jyB7c/s400/DSCN6890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Rehearsal for 8TV CNY show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tJNRGg2ppyYcZ42wZgm_6Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S3jpOYas5HI/AAAAAAAACAo/7VpNxM_n9UY/s400/Collages.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wanita Hari Ini&lt;/i&gt; TV shoot (that's Soo Wincci in orange cheongsam!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;newspaper photoshoots, promotional video shoots *cough*&lt;br /&gt;and 1U without electricity XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U7Iz-rakFPaJKOsAuoB4Nw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S3jX8XyT6sI/AAAAAAAAB6c/HX-JpzR5JVU/s400/DSCN6863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;See that it's dark behind the cats!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a brief glimpse of the corporate culture, which is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; like those we watch on TV dramas: meeting targets, kena marah if target didn't kena (not us part-timers la), competition &lt;i&gt;within&lt;/i&gt; the company itself, strange people management courses like wtf.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find our society intriguing, how human minds actually function. How are people able to spend money like water; why are they actually afraid of &lt;s&gt;pretty promoters like me&lt;/s&gt; promoters giving out samples wtf; why do people buy branded stuff when everyone owns one, etc etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1U HAS POST OFFICE OMG! XD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gelato tastes like smoother, creamier ice-cream. Quality of Rotiboy bun has dropped :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned about tea, but it's just the tip of the iceberg. I don't like puer noooo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps I understand myself a little bit more, perhaps I haven't. And perhaps I've changed a little bit, I don't know yet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I HAVE TURNED FLABBY :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Sales is stressful, so can learning process be, but overall it was fun. I don't think I'm fit for this job for the long-term, but for a short while, why not? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8q90hHc2tGpXe_R27zdqxg?authkey=Gv1sRgCKvLmszNns79lgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S3jWqohrtqI/AAAAAAAAB6I/9l7Lg-KP-lI/s400/DSCN6910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;i&gt;My newest darlings! &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual gluttony. I am a happy girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7080727415442344089?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7080727415442344089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7080727415442344089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7080727415442344089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7080727415442344089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/02/purple-conclusion.html' title='Purple Conclusion'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S3jYU2FGCWI/AAAAAAAAB7g/uMXOE4jyB7c/s72-c/DSCN6890.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6426175209152585407</id><published>2010-01-23T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:03:23.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><title type='text'>Hello Shopping Mall.</title><content type='html'>At 9.30am, the shopping mall belongs to the shopping mall. I can feel the quiet, tired vibes it sends out. But it is contented to be this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.45am the escalators operate, lights are switched on. And even by then there are already shoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from then till closing time it is not itself; it belongs to the liveliness and glitter-eyed animals who has money to spare. To be precise, it belongs to Materialism. By then its exterior is covered in gold, but in its hidden core, is it the same thing too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At closing time the shopping mall shuts its eyes, while on the 4th floor movie-goers continue their upside-down lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping mall is alive. I like it when it is itself, when it is able to give a tired but genuine smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm a good listener. Ok well listener ≠ people who listens and nods &lt;s&gt;and does not give a damn of what you say&lt;/s&gt; but yeah, I'm a good listener. Somehow (un-potential) customers have just so much stories to tell; about China and how much oolong / puer / green tea / thermos flasks they have at home and how frequent / infrequent they drink their tea and how much they love / hate oolong / puer / green tea and how tea affects their bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingggg. Why not buy our tea? *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have this face which says "I won't tell anybody". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt; Some people have told me that personally, or at least tell me stuff that they won't usually tell people (or at least I perasanly think so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Must be the pretty face / ears.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exorcising-ghosts.co.uk/images/HM-AWildSheepChase%28UK%29Paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 583px;" src="http://www.exorcising-ghosts.co.uk/images/HM-AWildSheepChase%28UK%29Paper.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ears I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wild Sheep Chase&lt;/span&gt;. As usual, symbolic, metaphorical, metaphysical. Oh but yes, good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sheeps! I talked to two super cute sheeps who thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was the sheep for falling for their (very failing) couple trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, YHY. Humour me the next time we meet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12.48am now. I gotta wake up at 7 tomorrow / later today, and stand for &gt;13 hours tomorrow. Oh yay the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales = stress &gt;:( I should consider a &lt;s&gt;tape recorder&lt;/s&gt; counselor job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a terrible skinny (people&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; say so) vegetable with frankfurter lips who's on too much tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM70 is tough money :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6426175209152585407?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6426175209152585407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6426175209152585407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6426175209152585407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6426175209152585407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-shopping-mall.html' title='Hello Shopping Mall.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4125388452679917454</id><published>2010-01-20T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:20:12.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><title type='text'>Eh uncle see no beauty.</title><content type='html'>Being single is fun; being attached might be fun-er, I can't say for sure. No experience, no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;uncles&lt;/i&gt; - definitely &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wcFLi3rfeIU/SIcGav1541I/AAAAAAAADBs/te2o7YQvo7g/s400/pervert.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wcFLi3rfeIU/SIcGav1541I/AAAAAAAADBs/te2o7YQvo7g/s400/pervert.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not fun at all &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much of a culture shock as I (and many of you) have witnessed Crayon Shin Chan and other characters from old school mangas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4125388452679917454?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4125388452679917454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4125388452679917454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4125388452679917454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4125388452679917454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncle.html' title='Eh uncle see no beauty.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wcFLi3rfeIU/SIcGav1541I/AAAAAAAADBs/te2o7YQvo7g/s72-c/pervert.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-565116769822724457</id><published>2010-01-19T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:58:09.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple Cane'/><title type='text'>Recent</title><content type='html'>I have a friend whom, I believe, is godsend to test and thus enhance my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result #1: I am impatient / kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;Consequence #1: I get angry over petty stuff o_____O&lt;br /&gt;Action to be taken #1: Cut up the jantung and accept it without sulking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sour grape talk, but yes, there are lessons to be learnt beneath the sourish exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sell tea. Come look for me! Let me practice my promotion skills on you. It gives me a chance to achieve perfection (practice makes perfect); a (false) sense of satisfaction; and keeps my spirit up cuz it's hard to keep your spirit up when nobody wants to even take a pamphlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be a tea expert and a 1U expert when this is over ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-565116769822724457?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/565116769822724457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=565116769822724457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/565116769822724457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/565116769822724457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-friend-whom-i-believe-is-godsend.html' title='Recent'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8370198346748105995</id><published>2010-01-06T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>Blog-like Tweeeet.</title><content type='html'>Blog-like Tweet #1: I pray to The One Upstairs that my melodious voice shall remain with me until Friday evening pleasepleaseplease I don't want to be voiceless! *voice cracks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Blog-like Tweet #2: I've got to wake up reeeeally early the next morning and I am procrastinating haha faaail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think: What do people cherish, and I mean really keep it to the heart and soul, in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a slightly pessimistic &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I hope the person doesn't read this blog / the laptop remains dead)&lt;/span&gt; friend induces thinking haha what kind of friend am I.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8370198346748105995?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8370198346748105995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8370198346748105995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8370198346748105995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8370198346748105995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-like-tweeeet.html' title='Blog-like Tweeeet.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-829669746547767041</id><published>2010-01-05T22:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:33:09.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuk Chai'/><title type='text'>I need Hacks.</title><content type='html'>I could've start today's post like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm rang at 7.45am but I was so sleepy I slept back and only woke up at 9.30am. As I cursed I did my daily yoga (that is, after I brushed my teeth). When I came downstairs I followed my detox (?) routine: a humongous mug of warm water, honey and salt and did my share of chores - swept the floor, mopped the floor, tidied the house, and reminded myself to fold the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/h/images/howl-s-moving-castle-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 279px;" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/h/images/howl-s-moving-castle-10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meet Sophie/Sofia. She is my Godmother &lt;s&gt;and rival because she has Howl.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Post-STPM is boring. I need a waitress job, at least RM5/hour. Preferred location: 1U, The Curve, Ikano. Preferred restaurant: Casual dining hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it started out like that, and it should continue like &lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-about-4th-january-2010.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've gone shopping, or settled my freaking essay&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;, or gone to the Brewery, or continued tidy the house, or read, or daydreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau I received an unknown call from some &lt;s&gt;auntie&lt;/s&gt; middle-aged lady at 11am. She coerced I mean persuaded me to earn a few bucks. The requirements are as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wear skirt / dress / slacks as the last resort.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bring yourself. Experience not necessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I mean like wtf no training whatsoever; the lady just threw me into the fire spit and expected me to scramble up to the ground by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I been so happy to be aliveeeee. Life is beautiful. Weekends are wonderful. Big thanks to QX for making it bearable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Gahness I hate mosquitoes may you extinct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-829669746547767041?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/829669746547767041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=829669746547767041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/829669746547767041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/829669746547767041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-couldve-start-todays-post-like-this.html' title='I need Hacks.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-907669654601183368</id><published>2010-01-04T20:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:15:28.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>This is about 4th January 2010.</title><content type='html'>You can buy experience with kachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, by taxi you pay RM12 to go to 1U from Kelana Jaya LRT Station ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, bus U89 goes all the way to Kota Damansara if you board the bus at 1U bus stand and takes roughly 1.5 hr to reach Kelana Jaya LRT Station yawn. (Time is gold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Religion: Technologism. O Technology I worship thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Public transport is despicable and yet should be worshipped.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder how others lead their lives?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't got used to writing 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tomorrow's to-dos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop for jeans and slacks. Possibly skirt?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Viva has nice shirts :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brewery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at Dave's (or whatever the restaurant's name is) :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stalk for CHAN WAN YING'S AVATAR FOR XBOX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Settle documents needed for scholarships daaamn so tedious :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WORRY ABOUT NEXT SATURDAY OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;But for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;WASH MY HAIR OMG CANNOT TAHAN ARRRGH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Translate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WORRY ABOUT NEXT SATURDAY OMFG.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-907669654601183368?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/907669654601183368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=907669654601183368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/907669654601183368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/907669654601183368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-about-4th-january-2010.html' title='This is about 4th January 2010.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8502425237844549027</id><published>2010-01-01T14:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:22:56.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Happy new year!</title><content type='html'>It's the new year, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't witness the lunar eclipse, I didn't scream like a banshee whatsoever in any countdown events, I didn't even attend any countdown events, I haven't listed down my New Year's Resolutions, I haven't found a job &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;, I think I've gained weight OMG, &lt;s&gt;I haven't got myself a hawt boyfriend sigh&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've cut my hair yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8502425237844549027?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8502425237844549027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8502425237844549027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8502425237844549027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8502425237844549027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3588435904405999692</id><published>2009-12-24T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:36:50.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Super powers</title><content type='html'>These things once seem like a part of me that cannot be taken away. Now after the horrendous STPM I realise I've lost all these powers that I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sing my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jog. FLABBY ALERT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;:)  genuinely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I feel like Superwoman who has lost her powers and become Spiderwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I've also gained some new powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blank out at any time I want / don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Observe. In a way. I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Produce questions that have no answers. No I don't think of chickens and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cock my head when the question (see above) pop up in my head.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the main section while reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And there are abilities that still remain with me, even after the vegetable STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;REEEEAAAAAAD :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bite my nails. Grrrr. Not something to be proud of. Kids, do not attempt this AT ALL COSTS &gt;:(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk relatively faster than normal &lt;i&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/i&gt; lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seem to be more indecisive than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are also skills that I can't have. I think you call it destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive. HAHA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play the guitar :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pronounce French like a French. (Actually I haven't &lt;s&gt;started&lt;/s&gt; resume my online French lessons LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cook to my satisfaction. If food is the reason of my death, I must've died out of boredom (no variety of food) instead of hunger.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penmanship up to my satisfaction.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak and write perfect English.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Understand the difference between 'who' and 'whom'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Superwoman or Spiderwoman? &lt;s&gt;You&lt;/s&gt; I decide ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LAZY TO LOOK FOR FREE $$ AND UNIS LAAA &gt;:S They jumble up my mind from unruly longevity noodles into springggggy noodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3588435904405999692?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3588435904405999692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3588435904405999692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3588435904405999692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3588435904405999692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/12/super-powers.html' title='Super powers'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1546663202553937032</id><published>2009-12-18T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:03:49.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Heartstring</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on a red stool with my legs crossed. A woman - curvaceous and sexy &lt;s&gt;and everything I wanna be&lt;/s&gt; - lies lazily on my right thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place my arm on the most voluptuous part of her, my hand on her slender neck, and she does not fidget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull her into me, and she does not reject me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a slight disadvantage here, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers too short hand too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.moddb.com/cache/images/members/1/228/227981/thumb_620x2000/AnimeGirlPlayGuitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 436px;" src="http://media.moddb.com/cache/images/members/1/228/227981/thumb_620x2000/AnimeGirlPlayGuitar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are &lt;s&gt;pulling&lt;/s&gt; pressing hard on her heartstrings, yet I still cannot produce the heart-rippin' sound I long for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total sighness :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1546663202553937032?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1546663202553937032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1546663202553937032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1546663202553937032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1546663202553937032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/12/heartstring.html' title='Heartstring'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8988655554921415497</id><published>2009-12-14T15:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:55:26.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Alive not dead.</title><content type='html'>Mmm yes it's been a long while. I don't remember how to blog anymore, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many happened since August 30th. Several events in school, but yeah, other than that life &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was pretty fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam season = season of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how parents get more anxious than you during exam, and the things they do for you, to ensure that you're in your best shape to face the exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel loved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqclfvSyI/AAAAAAAABHM/ThA03CNKezI/s1600-h/DSCN6207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqclfvSyI/AAAAAAAABHM/ThA03CNKezI/s320/DSCN6207.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Chicken Essence even if it contains bird's nest God knows what's in there. Still I forced it down my throat. Tasted horribly salty ughhh high blood pressure in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqc_imq1I/AAAAAAAABHU/HeNZkR3Cnnw/s1600-h/DSCN6292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqc_imq1I/AAAAAAAABHU/HeNZkR3Cnnw/s320/DSCN6292.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hothothot tea my mom brewed for me one day. CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqddSNMOI/AAAAAAAABHc/6CNCw7dTzIQ/s1600-h/DSCN6401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqddSNMOI/AAAAAAAABHc/6CNCw7dTzIQ/s320/DSCN6401.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last bottle of the chicken's essence yesyesyes I was saving it for Chemistry 1 because the path after this salty yucky thing is a beautiful day with rainbow :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I gotta rewind and look for my style as well as muse. I seriously forgot how to blog! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, stay tune folks :) Loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8988655554921415497?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8988655554921415497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8988655554921415497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8988655554921415497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8988655554921415497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/12/alive-not-dead.html' title='Alive not dead.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SyXqclfvSyI/AAAAAAAABHM/ThA03CNKezI/s72-c/DSCN6207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3686063615629132534</id><published>2009-08-30T12:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:50:15.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Satu Daging, Satu Malaysia *click</title><content type='html'>Quite recently I've developed this strange love for this country we call Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to enough countries to think Malaysia is the best place to live in; nor have I fully experience the real Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why this strange love? There are so many things to dislike: our inefficiency, our mindless politicking, our immature attitude of putting ALL the blame on someone else, our childish indecisiveness, our amazing cleanliness, our attitude of all talk but no action, our love-hate relationship with foreign workers, our high crime rates, our wonderfully &lt;i&gt;monstrous&lt;/i&gt; drivers, our crazy exam-oriented education system (INSANITY!), our low appreciation for brains which causes brain drain, our cynicism, the way we seem to embrace foreign culture (well fish n' chips and pasta ARE yummy)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These definitely are enough reasons for me to fleee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are things that I find it so endearing: our unique Manglish, sinful food (who doesn't love kuihs and rendang :), &lt;s&gt;warm&lt;/s&gt; hot humid weather that we never have to worry about, our lackadaisical and tidak apa attitude, our multilingual ability (woohoo!), our (seemingly?) peaceful multicultural society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flaws outnumber the good I can think of (and remember) of Malaysia. Maybe I take the understanding and respect between people of different races and religion for granted, or maybe I've never noticed the little things that is going around in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree that the 1Malaysia concept is really really good. I'm still young and naïve in all these "big adult stuff", hence I don't have the &lt;a href="http://kongsime.blogspot.com/2009/08/1-malaysia-guess-who-said-it.html" target="_blank"&gt;cynical eye of Sime&lt;/a&gt;. But come on la, at least we have a leader  who's good in copywriting eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a country 52 is still young but I think that is no excuse for us. Everyone's got to grow up and face the real world some day, and for us that someday may not be that far after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we're making any progress towards maturity, albeit silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I love cheese and the darling British accent OHGAWD but what the heck, I suka our kuih-muih lagi baik :D Happy Merdeka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://15malaysia.com/" target="_blank"&gt;the 15Malaysia videos&lt;/a&gt; if you haven't! They're awesome! &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3686063615629132534?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://15malaysia.com/films/halal/' title='Satu Daging, Satu Malaysia *click'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3686063615629132534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3686063615629132534&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3686063615629132534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3686063615629132534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/08/satu-daging-satu-malaysia-click.html' title='Satu Daging, Satu Malaysia *click'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6156229297335422523</id><published>2009-08-15T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:03:08.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>blankblankblank</title><content type='html'>What the heck la I can't write even write a decent crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am emo I think I have mild depression I want to escape to a place where nobody knows me like ITALY but since that's impossible I now only want to sit in a corner and stare blankly at people with my brain totally blank and think of nothing but blank yes it's actually possible or just be alone and not meet anyone and just do nothing and think nothing but blank I am a panda whose PMS will last till December 10th I apologize sincerely if I did hurt any of you in one way or another I believe I did please forgive my abnormal PMS I am a snail with pimply shell and an empty body filled with useless stuffs I have to hold on to until December 10th what is the definition of best friend I no longer look for temporary happiness eg the rain or (smell of) pastries or a jog I am looking for something that is able to fill up this hole inside permanently rather than just covering it up with cellophane tape that will peel itself off later I feel something's leaking from the hole possibly the something is me why is this blankness so difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t it's 10:59pm I realize I hadn't taken my shower yet hahaha -.-;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6156229297335422523?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6156229297335422523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6156229297335422523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6156229297335422523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6156229297335422523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/08/blankblankblank.html' title='blankblankblank'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-379157352733205067</id><published>2009-07-26T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Crick.</title><content type='html'>It is late now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the crickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is a stupid beginning for a story lol mana pergi talent saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; late now. And I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; hear crickets. And a motorbike just passed. And the wall fan. And me typing. And my conscience nagging on my conscious to stop blogging and go to sleep. And... nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be blogging of HELP Law Olympiad I went today, and I met Julian Gan Some Thing who is now studying in BU where guys wear super yeng ie black pants black shoes grey tie, and the nasi lemak lunch they provided. Or about the party I didn't attend today. (Oh, yes, &lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIAO LING!&lt;/b&gt;) Or about the HELP Psychology Challenge essay I actually managed to compose in like less than 4 hours and submit at 11.59pm (or that's what the computer clock said).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or about the silent elephant glue thing Larry did on Wednesday OMG seriously damn cool hahahaha. Or the prom idea us girls were discussing about, and then discarding it. Or our MUET results. Or Larry and JT actually thinks I'm wild like wtf?!. Or the super kaching rate of developing digital photos :( Or the 2-day book fair held in school just last week. Or the funny way my brain actually works, and that amuses me even after a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my failure to kill a mosquito just a few seconds ago grrr I hate mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only this one line explains what I really feel right now, and want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel so effing stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;(No. Don't ask. Let me grieve alone for the (temporary, hopefully) farewell of my rationality.)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm yes there is something else that I wanna write here, something Larry, Miao Ling and I were discussing that Wednesday at the Chemistry lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked for what would girls, who have never had a relationship before, do when there is a chance for one. Will they be very careful before entering the relationship, or will they just plunge into it like a starfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Trivia of the &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; night:&lt;br /&gt;Starfish has no brain.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me thinking: Is this the reason old virgins exist??!!! (To Sime: HAHAHAHA.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-379157352733205067?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/379157352733205067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=379157352733205067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/379157352733205067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/379157352733205067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/07/crick.html' title='Crick.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8314824540319999402</id><published>2009-07-14T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:23:00.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Blood donation &amp; F6 Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;-scheduled-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ALL HAIL QUEEN SOFIA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllNM8eQrKI/AAAAAAAAA78/NuuWmuIvM60/s400/DSCN5413.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed my first time to CHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONATED BLOOD! XDD Due to my weight (1KG HEAVIER T________T) I only required to donate 300ml of blood. First the doctor checked my blood pressure and pulse, then I moved on to the nurses to check my blood type and haemoglobin count. I then proceeded to take a bucketful of stuff that would contain my dark red blood later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse asked me to squeeze on a kidney-shaped thingy hard, and when she found my vein she poke a needle into it, and there was a swell. I was fascinated as there was no blood! She then inserted a needle into the swell and blood came gushing out into the tube. She filled two tubes and a small pack with my blood first, then to the large pack containing water and chemicals (yes I read labels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time passed really quickly as I chatted and laughed (the nurse had to ask me not to LOL too much LOL!) and when the nurse came to collect my blood I was like, "Harh?! Cepat sangat!" as the guy beside me, who also donated the same amount of blood as I, hadn't finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING EXPERIENCE SEE MOM I'M STILL FIT AND FIDDLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion this year's orientation for the lower sixers was better than last year's, probably because H2O is involved, and a lot of them :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with the Chicken Dance to start off the morning! After water splashing at the field we were divided into 9 teams to play station games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the station games (lazy to type + no photos but it was funnn) we played limbo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SlloYD73SRI/AAAAAAAAA-k/xFWoXOwLIjQ/s400/090711_F6%20Orientation.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise L-R) Fei Ching!, YC, Jeen, Han Yong&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have a Limbo King and Limbo Queen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllLf8Z-EUI/AAAAAAAAA6A/Wbzo2TOqXzM/s400/DSCN5381.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Ning, Tze Siang&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand check out the awards for the station games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllL8FDcufI/AAAAAAAAA6o/_3HBTvp9YRE/s400/DSCN5391.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise L-R) Most Uncooperative; Most Boring; Most Zhadou; First; Last; Third; Noisiest; Second&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllMC9H3OuI/AAAAAAAAA6w/e9gWjISb0nE/s400/DSCN5394.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lower 6, L. Hui Yee, with her Angel U-Phun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sllpxp2NLHI/AAAAAAAAA-w/C5OyQ7OpUxQ/s400/090711_F6%20Orientation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Upper 6, Melissa, with Jensen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllM-2SK4HI/AAAAAAAAA7s/QtrThMA7rNw/s400/DSCN5409.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Angel award nominees: U-Phun (Xixili), ZH (XD, Kurama), Ding Sheng (Adidas), YH (Cheesecake, Sloggi)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you were wondering, we also have Blush and La Senza in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllNDIrWgrI/AAAAAAAAA7w/Xre5zFs1HHM/s400/DSCN5410.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZH (XD, Kurama)!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Best Mortal Award goes to Chee Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllNZt9DzQI/AAAAAAAAA8M/uZXmF055YC0/s400/DSCN5419.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao Ling (Julius), Chee Han, Teresa (Big Bird)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what award my group got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllN0_feNYI/AAAAAAAAA8o/IRlDUGqCEgA/s400/DSCN5426.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Uncooperative Group Award HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise L-R) Chai Waa, Ping Yeng, May, K. Hui Yee, Zee, Ann Ning, Larry/Patrick Loh, Ki Hoong. MIA: Yen Fern, Yan Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllObrH0_FI/AAAAAAAAA9A/IyJULnhVge0/s400/DSCN5431.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeen (Jade) and I (Nine9) with our Mortal, Fei Ching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sllq-rNnGbI/AAAAAAAAA-8/C7LCquIn5l4/s400/090711_F6%20Orientation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry/Patrick Loh's socks, anterior and posterior view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllOgPlmxsI/AAAAAAAAA9E/P4geY4jYds0/s400/DSCN5432.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Yee (The Secret) with Ping Yeng. PY and her twin sister make fabulous pastries! Yess I have the honour to taste them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllOh-vWIiI/AAAAAAAAA9I/9aC2aC8JT1U/s400/DSCN5434.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my cousins Charlotte and Aimee. We don't look alike laaa -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllOuBrJtxI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Tmf69fLs1Dc/s400/DSCN5438.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC (Constaine) and me with our 1/2 Mortal Chun Hui. (I got Win Zee and a pink balloon from him :D)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8314824540319999402?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8314824540319999402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8314824540319999402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8314824540319999402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8314824540319999402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blood-donation-f6-orientation.html' title='Blood donation &amp; F6 Orientation'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllNM8eQrKI/AAAAAAAAA78/NuuWmuIvM60/s72-c/DSCN5413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4325177759903883521</id><published>2009-07-12T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:29:57.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>INTI Study Trip, 040709</title><content type='html'>I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; finished Stephen King's &lt;i&gt;Cell&lt;/i&gt;, thank you YHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.ebayimg.com/01/i/000/88/2e/93d8_1_b.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scared the hell outta me during night time. *scream* RAGGEDY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was hell good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Fourth of July we went to INTI University College, situated in Nilai, for a (very simplified) microbiology lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were awed by the super high-tech laboratory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllFit_hdYI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6ugm5Q9BBOk/s400/DSCN5289.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllGa2Do4FI/AAAAAAAAA2A/NNP62qVmJvk/s400/DSCN5317.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the oven (I forgot what's the proper name -.-;;) where, instead of roasting insects, they incubate bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllGdWuAyXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Lu9CpioX2Ko/s400/DSCN5318.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canggih fume chamber.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saw something familiar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllFawoKkxI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vTXp6AnapuI/s400/DSCN5285.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magnetic stirrer!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a (very simplified) lecture on restrictive enzyme. We got to try our hands on "very expensive chemicals", as our lecturer, Dr. Geetha said. And since it was "very expensive" we had to do the experiment four in a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllHzYnTBlI/AAAAAAAAA4I/uI4EqAk6rEc/s400/DSCN5352.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lab I with Dr. Geetha&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the micropipettes we were required to use as the amount of chemicals we need are in micro amount, like, 2 microlitre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllFggcw2EI/AAAAAAAAA0U/gkXqWdZEeHc/s400/DSCN5288.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeen and micropipettes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the chemicals (enzymes, bacteria, and other stuff I don't remember) were all inside these little tubes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllFtrJzT3I/AAAAAAAAA0s/sbHM8Okfse4/s400/DSCN5294.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Kar Yee, May, Jeen, CYP&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we're going to centrifuge these tubes to ensure that whatever stuff inside were mixed properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what nerds take pictures with, don't you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllQ-8AvGoI/AAAAAAAAA90/TMBQeVlpNPw/s400/090704_INTI%20Study%20Tour1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise L-R) CYP, May, Miao Ling, Jeen, Kar Yee, Zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllF_gvjBnI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/6T3L7nH71DU/s400/DSCN5307.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the centrifuge&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot what this machine is for :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sllb5tVN8RI/AAAAAAAAA-M/7KBA64WwZWA/s400/090704_INTI%20Study%20Tour2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise L-R) Unknown Machine, Angeline, YC, Jeen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the processes with canggih machines, gel in the electrophoresis machine and covered with buffer solution, we had to inject (?) the stuff-in-tubes into this gel we made earlier. And it was tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllHSrDywqI/AAAAAAAAA28/SZFKLOG0YDw/s400/DSCN5337.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline with her shaky hands and micropipette.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then connected the electrophoresis machine with some voltage thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllHmntLUpI/AAAAAAAAA30/Ra6pHBdtk0Q/s400/DSCN5347.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC loved this bottle (which I forgot what was initially in there) so much, she thought maybe it would serve as an aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllGg3dkyVI/AAAAAAAAA2I/09wyD49DUec/s400/DSCN5320.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the future goldfish? *bloop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllGkR2uUBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/igDbwMvbUOU/s400/DSCN5321.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with 95% ethanol, possibly azeotropic mixture lol. (L-R) May, YC, Angeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllHhX3ZELI/AAAAAAAAA3s/oC1NIa2j3rc/s400/DSCN5345.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder in Microbiology laboratory I using a micropipette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllH6PDmmgI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/67NFPJLfcIA/s400/DSCN5354.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch (nasi sambal and syrup), to celebrate our success. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Jeen, CYP, Miao Ling, YC, Kar Yee, May, Zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllH-M0ai2I/AAAAAAAAA4U/foD_aBNlWSo/s400/DSCN5355.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllIiEWJ29I/AAAAAAAAA4w/cpLeqGCOfYw/s400/DSCN5361.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Phun: "May I have your number?"&lt;br /&gt;I love the chairs! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to our lab and continued our work. After our gel was done we placed it in the ROCKER!, stained with methylene blue, so that we can see what the heck went on when we were away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllI90xCTUI/AAAAAAAAA48/xpRff0OOPgw/s400/DSCN5364.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May with THE ROCKER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllI-wBU5JI/AAAAAAAAA5A/vw1jN-95kCY/s400/DSCN5365.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the DNA fragments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SlleJXwS7oI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/QlleN6byCz4/s400/090704_INTI%20Study%20Tour3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee with &lt;s&gt;buffer named after her&lt;/s&gt; Z Buffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllH4L5HGgI/AAAAAAAAA4M/njG717b0cmo/s400/DSCN5353.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4325177759903883521?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4325177759903883521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4325177759903883521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4325177759903883521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4325177759903883521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/07/inti-study-trip-040709.html' title='INTI Study Trip, 040709'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SllFit_hdYI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/6ugm5Q9BBOk/s72-c/DSCN5289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4145944368810726055</id><published>2009-07-03T19:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:23:06.803+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Sofia &amp; Win Zee</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;/i&gt;, Greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new member into my humble cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sk3rGy3qfoI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CupDWco4Z8o/s400/VSCN5271.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Win Zee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, really, I don't know what you guys think, but I think it's just so effin' adorable X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adorable, I &lt;i&gt;absolutely have&lt;/i&gt; to have a photo with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sk3rMNbQh8I/AAAAAAAAAw4/wCRuqcvCcYY/s800/DSCN5241.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love bite&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have any excuses to forget &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; our faces now, hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4145944368810726055?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4145944368810726055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4145944368810726055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4145944368810726055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4145944368810726055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/07/sofia-win-zee.html' title='Sofia &amp; Win Zee'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sk3rGy3qfoI/AAAAAAAAAx0/CupDWco4Z8o/s72-c/VSCN5271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6351605679527058036</id><published>2009-06-10T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:08:57.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>A leaf of- WTF?</title><content type='html'>When leaves fall; flowers wilt; fruits drop, do the others feel sad of their leaving?&lt;br /&gt;Do they want to hold them back, but unable to?&lt;br /&gt;Do they weep?&lt;br /&gt;Or are they already so accustomed with all these, that they are too tired to bother anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Si90Le7oGnI/AAAAAAAAAus/mawokSXU044/s800/DSCN5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I just successfully &lt;s&gt;amused&lt;/s&gt; WTF-ed myself -.-;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6351605679527058036?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6351605679527058036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6351605679527058036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6351605679527058036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6351605679527058036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaf-of-wtf.html' title='A leaf of- WTF?'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Si90Le7oGnI/AAAAAAAAAus/mawokSXU044/s72-c/DSCN5061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3736853126142055900</id><published>2009-06-08T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:35:43.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Relay for Life '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Because I Love You&lt;/i&gt;, Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being as outdated as everrrr I just discovered the goodness of Picasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I'll just skip Sports Day and Teachers' Day celebration since it was &lt;i&gt;so last month&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relay for Life&lt;/b&gt;, it is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitirY5s04I/AAAAAAAAAPg/41ZR8nezJuQ/s800/DSCN4760.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitgJ9Zo0TI/AAAAAAAAAKY/LN5W3Pk9xds/s800/DSCN4691.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an event held by the National Cancer Society of Malaysia on cancer awareness. It's the fourth year they are holding this. The main thing about this event is that for 16 hours there should be at least one person walking on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitiP2fbAXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/E9hgu2ngZQY/s800/DSCN4740.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people in orange are cancer survivors. Somehow, looking at their :D it's hard to imagine they've suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitimxIF_aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ChhgzEsemdU/s800/DSCN4756.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the stickers on their orange shirt? It's a sticker for us to stick on these cancer survivors to tell them that they're champions :) And the lady in the middle was a teacher in CHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitiaEacBGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/L8_3fuTsZRw/s800/DSCN4748.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHS representatives from Interact Club&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8pm the event officially started with prayer and stuff, and Illuminaria bags lit around the track to commemorate those who have died of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Siti9A2EgFI/AAAAAAAAAQY/55uwUtK76hg/s800/DSCN4782.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants walked the track, carrying candles, behind a man blowing Scottish pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitjCj4FoqI/AAAAAAAAAQk/3r0nhmnOEoA/s800/DSCN4785.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many booths on the field, one of it was specially dedicated for the artistically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Siti5tVileI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6vzm9FNzmQY/s800/DSCN4777.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. YHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint a bag for RM5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitjRjcJ1AI/AAAAAAAAARc/c128MwXxdug/s800/DSCN4804.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile before Jeen continues her serious painting business! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or paint ice-cream sticks for free, if you're kiamsiap as many of us :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these people (YH, Jeen, JT, Edison, CYP, JJ - I think I missed out some other people too) semua pergi yamcha in the middle of the event, and terslept at Jeen's house. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Miss Relay Pageant, where guys dress up as Miss Relay pageants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitkGjkcOHI/AAAAAAAAAUY/q4ve3vfbKOQ/s800/DSCN4871.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss IForgotHerName as second runner-up; Miss IForgotHerNameTooButSheShamesUsGirls as champion; Miss Shake-a-bum-bum as first runner-up, who happens to be my fave! :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I stayed up all night, along with my sis, Little May (who dozed for a few minutes) and YHY, who participated in the Endurance Race, where he ran for 1 1/2 hours, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night there were aerobics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitkQHWgMuI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tw9LK5dmjVU/s800/DSCN4879.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pillow fight, (of which May and I intended to join but lazy hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitkTvnC0aI/AAAAAAAAAVA/iE6rm6Vi1u8/s800/DSCN4889.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitkZTJfHBI/AAAAAAAAAVM/prYJcWfuXyQ/s800/DSCN4899.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toad hopping at 6AM. Eh, what to do. Biology student.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast consisting of Nesvita, cereal Milo distributed free - man I love all these trucks - we proceeded to yoga and qigong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand the Chicken Dance! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sitkpyt-VPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/GDW6jKfCe3E/s800/DSCN4913.JPG" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how happy the boy is!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't stay till the end of the event. May had to leave cuz her sis had tuition later; YHY was too tired; and my sis didn't want to stay longer. I was tired but I still didn't feel like resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I compensated for that lack of sleep for 2 days. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Si3W1gU6aiI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FSJzkATobCA/s800/DSCN4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UBER COOL DURIAN BAG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Si3WGd3CFFI/AAAAAAAAAs8/yTh0OyDGZBg/s800/DSCN4712.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like he's super cute or anything but. :P&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios. Check out other photos in FB and my Picasa web album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3736853126142055900?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3736853126142055900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3736853126142055900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3736853126142055900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3736853126142055900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/06/relay-for-life-09.html' title='Relay for Life &apos;09'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SitirY5s04I/AAAAAAAAAPg/41ZR8nezJuQ/s72-c/DSCN4760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1244428714761331291</id><published>2009-06-04T00:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:17:46.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Life's stories</title><content type='html'>Hi. It's been a long time. Effing exam :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, nerd stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam has been disastrous. I wasn't giving my full 110% focus, before and during the exam. And for that I'm flushing all my results and potential future down the toilet bowl, into the ocean, to feed the fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that after I've settled certain things IT is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to have this feeling back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relay for Life was fun. Initially there was a huge gang of us, mana tau 3/4 of them slept over at someone else's house after minum teh -.-;; So whoever left stayed up all night to talk, walk, talk, and walk. Oh and singing nursery rhymes, get free Milo, decorating &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; up hehehe. Staying up was fun, but not the side effects -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S UP FOR FAMINE 30 SOMEONE TEMAN ME TO THE COUNTDOWN we can go makan like there's no tomorrow after the starvation k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are many photos. And I'm lazy to resize and upload them. So. Hahaha. Wait for them la, they'll be up... someday. Somehow. You know. As for some more &lt;i&gt;explicit&lt;/i&gt; photos, do look for me personally, I'll gladly give them to you, LOL! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I grown up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one fine morning when I was reading &lt;i&gt;Shantaram&lt;/i&gt; my mom said I'm logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that logical is a word totally opposite of me, but as I think deeper, maybe I'm not that emotional after all. I mean, fineee, I cry (or at the verge of) when I watch movies or read books or some news (YESSSSS SHADDUP) but at certain things I use my head a little too much, compared to people of my own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is freaking a head taller than me! O____O Show you the photo someday. Why on earth does he &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; give me the impressions that he's shortyshortshort when in actual fact he's quite tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's reaching 170cm can I expect a 175cm tall brother? :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1244428714761331291?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1244428714761331291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1244428714761331291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1244428714761331291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1244428714761331291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifes-stories.html' title='Life&apos;s stories'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7506194308817347980</id><published>2009-05-17T11:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:04:11.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Fwd: Life's Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;奉献&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KiheKeZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1g5wFy5o4hU/s1600-h/ATT00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KiheKeZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1g5wFy5o4hU/s400/ATT00103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636409162398098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KiwISVEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zKU84ylMH8Q/s1600-h/ATT00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KiwISVEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/zKU84ylMH8Q/s400/ATT00106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636413097169986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KjCg4WLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fvB00C11MHY/s1600-h/ATT00109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KjCg4WLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fvB00C11MHY/s400/ATT00109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636418032162994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KjB_TGYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5aHogBn_yv8/s1600-h/ATT00112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KjB_TGYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5aHogBn_yv8/s400/ATT00112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636417891309954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KjZTa46I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q758R3SZpdg/s1600-h/ATT00115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KjZTa46I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Q758R3SZpdg/s400/ATT00115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636424149722018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KwkUEnwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/t1TQCJgvQtU/s1600-h/ATT00118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KwkUEnwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/t1TQCJgvQtU/s400/ATT00118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636650443546370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-Kwg3POBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zs_0M5XWu9U/s1600-h/ATT00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-Kwg3POBI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zs_0M5XWu9U/s400/ATT00121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636649517299730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-Kwzo4qYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6u9-N3h-9LU/s1600-h/ATT00124.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-Kwzo4qYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/6u9-N3h-9LU/s400/ATT00124.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336636654557374850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7506194308817347980?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7506194308817347980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7506194308817347980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7506194308817347980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7506194308817347980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/05/fwd-lifes-lessons.html' title='Fwd: Life&apos;s Lessons'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/Sg-KiheKeZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1g5wFy5o4hU/s72-c/ATT00103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2572954873570529272</id><published>2009-05-15T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:42:34.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Wushu Night 240509</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;天天夜夜&lt;/i&gt;, F.I.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of our (pathetic, sighhh) MUET exam it was CHS's first ever Wushu Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC07940.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all form 6ers helped out in this huge event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event wasn't that bad k, I think it was quite of a high standard and worth every cent of RM10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean you have lenglui and lengchai to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC07978.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emcees of the night.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean just a pair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08042.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fan dance by Kelab Kebudayaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC07917.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QX, U-Phun, Ting King, Larry and their chicken rice dinner&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok probably just lengluis la lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSCN3868.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the photographer of the day/rest of the events I'll be blogging about. (Yes there are some more.) His name is YHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08150.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao Ling, May, OBJECT OF OBSESSION, me, YC&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my object of obsession. He is 5 years younger than me. Rubik's cube is his object of obsession. I believe that age is not a factor, I hope he believes in that too, because mutual understanding is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nods matter-of-factly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. F &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; say that there was once a F6er who had a F1 girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSCN3846.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/jumbled.html"&gt;You guys have met him.&lt;/a&gt; He's a senior of mine, I've stalked him in one of the previous year's school magazine. He looks 90% the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with 24 jie ling gu by Chinese Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC07979.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it awesome, beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08016.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama on the origin of Wushu, as self-defense moves, army training programmes and, later, as an performing art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08083.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lion dance performanceS, by current and senior teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08052.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheling from Chinese Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08062.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wushu performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08097.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taichi performance, which I think it's very graceful like dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08125.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guest performance from Shaolin Temple! This is the monkey style of Wushu, which is so so super cute XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSC08174.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also sort of like Pn. Kok's pre-retirement ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSCN4003.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YC, guy, me, May, YHY&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the (guest?) performer in Taichi from a school in Klang, who's also studying F6, and he is very, very good, so good that we just HAD to drag him out to take a photo with him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/WushuNight_250409/DSCN4019.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All F6ers who helped out.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2572954873570529272?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2572954873570529272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2572954873570529272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2572954873570529272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2572954873570529272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/05/wushu-night-240509.html' title='Wushu Night 240509'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1552673198606397438</id><published>2009-04-30T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:00:21.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Jumbled</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Gabriel&lt;/i&gt;, Yiruma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now struggling to listen to all the songs in a 8GB pendrive. Generally pop doesn't leave an impression on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally imagine your reaction Waning when you got the card. I mean, VERY CUTE RIGHT JUST LIKE YOU :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/waning.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the dumpling is so cute I totally had to pet myself on the head for having such talent in arts &amp; crafts and then have a photo with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN3767.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the price to pay was less-than-5-hours sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come before fugliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School magazines are a good source of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha damn 38.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for this senior who graduated just a few years ago, and he still looked exactly the same as he was in 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall forgive the no-change change as maybe there is insufficient time for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know this other senior recently, and I eventually got to know his year of graduation (do NOT attempt this without deep consideration unless you're skilled) so I went to check him out (in the school magazine duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically when a decade has already passed you should've changed quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still looked 90% the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, o________O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, besides jaw-dropping, got me thinking: What if I still look like this 10 years later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN3845.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo. This is NOT sexy enough.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He said he looked weird in this photo but I looked better here la than in the other one so priority to the blogger. Oh and can you see the black-shirt guy/boy behind us he is currently my latest obsession :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la he's not cute physically but he's cute I wish he's my brother he can literally drop YC and my jaws in terms of his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't have obsessions as young as your brother :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some change so drastically when they enter college and why do some still look as if no growth has taken place even after a decade why oh why oh why this is so unfair what if I'm still as unsexy when I'm 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conjunction with Pn. Kok's retirement my mom and I talked about her retirement in the not-so-distant future. So I was like "Mom I'll go pick you up when you retire" then before she could reply I added "then your students will go like 'OMG THAT'S THE DAUGHTER OMG eeyer not pretty wan" and then before she could reply I added again "and the students will go like 'OMG THAT'S THE SON OMG so cuteeeee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that she would prefer an air ticket to anywhere far from Malaysia rather than bonsais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post looks so messy -___-;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1552673198606397438?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1552673198606397438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1552673198606397438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1552673198606397438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1552673198606397438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/jumbled.html' title='Jumbled'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2944755468718711554</id><published>2009-04-17T17:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:58:54.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Of family.</title><content type='html'>Caught this video in &lt;a href="http://likethislah.com" target="_blank"&gt;a blog&lt;/a&gt;, which nearly made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&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/Nw0s4C0g5SM&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2944755468718711554?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2944755468718711554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2944755468718711554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2944755468718711554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2944755468718711554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-family.html' title='Of family.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4808095305905249474</id><published>2009-04-10T11:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T12:21:17.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>I have this sudden urge to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;revamp my blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;shave bald&lt;/s&gt; cut off my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to The Curve. (Honestly, I have absolutely &lt;i&gt;no idea&lt;/i&gt; why I love that place so much lol.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit in front of the comp like a geek whole day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;daydream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;curl up in bed and read all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go to MPH or Borders and read all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;wander around KL aimlessly. (Yeah. I love KL too.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;start learning how to make Chinese knots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;call up random people and beg them with cute puppy eyes to teach me guitar FOC.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit by the roadside/in a restaurant/at the bench in the shopping mall and look at passer-bys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;curi-curi go to Malacca/Perak/A Land Far Far Away and wander around aimlessly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;sit by my desk and write, write, and write.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;go outside and sing my heart out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;smile,say 'hello' and compliment a stranger &lt;s&gt;(and maybe nab someone cute hehehe :P)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden urge to free myself from whatever that is constraining me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test92.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;What is your favourite pet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are neat, clean and tidy. You don't like to be pushed around and you won't do something just because you're expected to. You don't live by the rules--you prefer to make up your own instead. If you are interested in an issue, you will find out more about it because you want to, not because you have been told to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4808095305905249474?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4808095305905249474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4808095305905249474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4808095305905249474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4808095305905249474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-this-sudden-urge-to.html' title='I have this sudden urge to...'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3558137348408228058</id><published>2009-04-05T11:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:23:30.807+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><title type='text'>Addicted to-</title><content type='html'>I am addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.puzzle-nonograms.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;s&gt;nononono&lt;/s&gt;nonograms&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/Nonogram.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been wasting resources: &lt;b&gt;MASS PRINTING!!!! :DDDD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to Estrella's &lt;i&gt;Stay&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0BtEfg-9bmE&amp;hl=en&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/0BtEfg-9bmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this line in the song &lt;i&gt;Some Space&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can I miss you if you don't go away?&lt;br /&gt;If you don't go away from me, can I miss you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it strangely mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to books. Oh as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/timetravelerswife.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Audrey Niffenegger's &lt;i&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/i&gt; yesterday. And I tried hard not to cry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh its movie is due for release this August. I wonder how good it can be, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A belated happy birthday to U-Phun, bet you had a blast last night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3558137348408228058?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3558137348408228058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3558137348408228058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3558137348408228058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3558137348408228058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/04/addicted-to.html' title='Addicted to-'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6462268902656179647</id><published>2009-03-30T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:27:02.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-hexachlorocyclohexane</title><content type='html'>1. I wasted my RM5 by getting super nervous and forgot my lyrics. Arrrgh damn genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And I hope this week I WON'T waste RM5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I spent about RM45 to take 3 taxis, 2 LRT trips, drink onion and garlic juice, get curry into my eyes, wash two cars, and hair and eat tang yuen/flour with diluted sweet ginger syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I AM LICENSED TO KILL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/Mercedes_SLK_edition-10_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years later when I own something similar I bring you all go yamcha at my neighbourhood in Italy k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We were one of the 5 million who support this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/earth-hour-malaysia-2009-500x370.png"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't sign up la.&lt;br /&gt;I played blind man's (woman...?) congkak with my sister. Actually it wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/orange_run_2009_001.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING :DDD&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't been running arrgh damn malas macam malau aje.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6462268902656179647?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6462268902656179647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6462268902656179647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6462268902656179647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Waning's 白羊座终极完美分析</title><content type='html'>“白羊吗？太恐怖了！他们脾气大、暴力、瞧不起人，还是躲远些、小心为妙！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你这末认为，那你可能就会失去一个肯为你付出生命的人。受火星的灼烧，白羊决不是人们想象中的那种冷血狂魔！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊的内心世界有两个：恨的世界与爱的世界。白羊的外显世界与内心世界是同步的，只不过由于他的“恨”意更昭显，以至于掩盖了他爱的那一面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊很善良，心中总是想着别人，很多时候愿意委屈自己而成全别人，但由于白羊不能掩饰自己的情感，凡事争锋，有什末不满就会立刻表露出来，于是不能将美事做尽，落个彻底的好人，反而最后还招来一鼻子灰！比如，白羊想看爱情连续剧，你想看科教片，于是你们就开始为了看什末而打假。如果你硬看科教片，则白羊会大吵大骂，最后“砰”的把电视给关上！白羊心里想，电视又不是你一个人的，凭什末只许你看不许我看？！你不让我看，你也别想看！但如果白羊占了上风，看上了爱情连续剧，而你默默的走开，则白羊一会儿又会觉得过意不去，心疼你，怕你不高兴，于是让你看。一句话，白羊是重形式不重实质，极度不能容忍别人挑战他的权威。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，白羊是那种死要面子活受罪的人。面子，比白羊的生命还重要！白羊最不能容忍的就是别人贬低他、瞧不起他！谁要是对白羊吼几嗓子，白羊能吼谁24个小时。比如，上司若是责备白羊不当，则白羊就会气势汹汹的反责备上司，而且责备的更欢。上司责备他一句，他能责备上司10句！当上司解雇了这个不肖员工以后，白羊不但不伤心，反而还有种壮烈感：“虽然丢了工作，但是丢得值！我当着那末多人的面骂了上司一顿，真是露脸！恩，同事们现在一定还在议论我的英雄事迹……”白羊边重新找工作边想，想着想着，自己便不禁暗笑起来，接着便是昂首阔步，得意洋洋，觉得自己真是了不起、不可一世！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊爱面子，都爱到了成癖的地步。白羊希望别人喜欢他、爱戴他、吹捧他，最好能对他前呼后拥、关怀备至。白羊男们总是感慨自己为何没能当上总统，白羊女们则从来都认为自己是总统夫人的料儿，只是不小心找错了男朋友！白羊总觉得自己是个天才，只是因为怀才不遇才沦落到今天这种无名小卒的地步。比如，白羊认为自己天生就是个艺术家，只是张艺谋导演没发现他。若是张导发现他，他一定比巩丽要出色的多！由于白羊喜欢那种高高在上的感觉，所以，只要你平素多吹捧着他、赞美着他，则他便会“累死不知死”的对你，你喜欢他怎样他就会怎样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊很温柔，只要你没惹着他，你可以随便与他嬉戏。但如果你要是有什末一不小心的举动触犯了他，则最好赶快给自己准备个棺材。比如，白羊与你打情骂俏，很开心的气氛，双方都乐在其中。忽然，你一不小心，出手重了些，打痛了白羊，则白羊就会立刻瞪大眼睛、提高嗓门，把你骂个狗血喷头，甚至再狠狠的还你两个更重的巴掌。此时，欢乐的气氛一下陷入了僵局，弄得你心里别扭至极。但白羊却认为，闹归闹，你也总得有个限度吧，出手没轻没重，真是讨厌，我的漂亮的手都被你打红了！想着想着，白羊会更生气，弄不好再轰炸你一次～～～不过，过了10分钟，白羊又开始和你有说有笑，好象什末事情也没发生过。白羊凡事都来得快，去得也快，一般不记仇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你也许会说：“白羊不记仇？怎末可能！他们总是抓住别人的错误不放！”但是，白羊确实不记仇，他们抓住别人的错误不放，实际上是为了时刻提醒对方，不要再犯同样的错误！比如，白羊的爱人有外遇，但经过一番周折，两个人又和好了。那末，在以后的生活中，白羊会时常责骂爱人当初是怎末的抛弃自己、自己是多末多末的不幸、自己的心灵受到了多大多大的创伤！白羊之所以会这末做，主要有两个原因：一方面，每当白羊想起这些，就会十分的激火、生气，于是非骂爱人一顿不可，以解心头之恨；另一方面，白羊这末做是要时刻提醒爱人，以后不能再有外遇了，变相给爱人敲警钟！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊是那种把自己的快乐建筑在别人的痛苦之上的人，因为白羊爱满处宣扬别人的溴事。比如，他会在大庭广众之下，说你们小时候一起玩耍时你不小心尿了裤子，更或者，他会对你的心上人说你有爱挖鼻孔的习惯。但是，白羊并不觉得说这些有什末不可以，因为在白羊心里，这些都是那末的美好，是童年的回忆、是人生百态的小花絮。他们说你的溴事，仅仅是因为他们觉得好玩，觉得很甜美，能给人带来乐趣，把别人的目光都集中到自己身上来，让别人认为自己是开心果！白羊完全没有挖苦你、拆你爱情道路的意思，只是结果往往……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊天生气质非凡，人中龙凤。白羊的人生宗旨是“活出自己”。由于白羊天性中有桀骜的一面，于是在与人相处的时候，就不自觉的流露出一种傲慢的气息。由于白羊的这种不自觉的摆谱儿，以至于不了解白羊的人都躲着白羊，因为他们觉得白羊看不起人。但如果有个机会接触了白羊，则人们又会认为白羊是那末的好接近、那末的好心肠。白羊自己觉不出自己的傲慢，心中只是暗暗纳闷：为什末别人总躲着我，我是多末的平易近人、和蔼可亲啊！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊多没主见，耳朵根儿软，自己做好坏分析的能力很差。白羊极富正义感，喜欢让不公正的事情昭雪。但是，由于白羊的没主见，使得白羊的正义感带有一厢情愿的色彩。比如，白羊认为从一而终是种正义，于是，任何发生婚外情的人都会受到白羊的谴责与蔑视。白羊认为，我一生下来，父母、老师就告诉我要从一而终，难道我坚持从一而终还会有错误吗？！白羊不明白，任何的一桩善也是一桩恶，正义与否远非能用是否从一而终而简单定论。这也可从一个侧面反映出白羊是个简单的人，任何复杂的事情到白羊手中都会变得简单、易行（人生能有这种魄力也实在是一件美事）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊对待感情亦是反应神速。若你向白羊示意爱慕之情，则白羊若喜欢你，第二天你们便成了情侣；若白羊不喜欢你，就会躲你远远的。你若穷追不舍，他还会一点面子不留的直指责你：“躲我远点，我不喜欢你！否则我打你！”在白羊心中，喜欢就是喜欢，讨厌就是讨厌，没那末多的的暧昧不清。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊喜欢那种有惊世骇俗之举的人，因为白羊觉得只有这种人才配得上自己。比如，你们约会，到了吃饭的时间，你最好带白羊去钓鱼台吃，就算你的钱只够在钓鱼台喝瓶矿泉水，白羊也会因你的这个壮举而爱死你；你若带白羊去吃街头的麻辣烫，那末你就做好被白羊蹬了的准备吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;白羊的性欲很旺盛，但由于他们很顾及自己的面子，所以总是光想不练。换句话说，就是白羊的意淫很严重。比如，在公共汽车上，身边坐着一个漂亮MM或GG，于是，白羊就开始对其产生了无尽的有关性的想象……由于白羊的行动力超强，所以做起爱来也是超神速。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7990365298145914137?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7990365298145914137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7990365298145914137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7990365298145914137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>Of Marriage &amp; Solitary</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Reckless Abandonment&lt;/i&gt;, The Spill Canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom that in the future I'm gonna own a swanky studio condominium unit with minimalistic futuristic black-and-white Ikea design and a cute expensive car like a Volkswaagen beetle or a hybrid car or a Mercedes SLK-Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom then poked me with her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you want to get married?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in freakin' &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt; not even in &lt;i&gt;college&lt;/i&gt;; never been in a relationship before; and I have too many unfulfilled dreams that keeps me breathing (and breathless); and she expects me tie the knot right after graduate?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injustice! Sexism! FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an e-mail on horoscope and, gosh, it soooo hit the bull's eye, for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;天秤座终极完美分析&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;优雅的天平在灯红酒绿中微笑转身，顾盼神采，洒脱如同水中的鱼。他们与红酒，水晶杯，晚礼服，钢琴曲是那么的相得益彰，漫不经意的吸引着公众的眼光……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几乎所有人都有这样一种印象： 天平座的人善意、可亲，爱交朋友。于是大家也由此认为天平是群居生物，必然是害怕独处，喜欢热闹的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但，事实并不是表面看来那样简单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;的确，天平是个和平使者。在公众场合可以很好地调节气氛使之均衡。气氛热烈时，他们会沉静的压住阵脚；气氛冷凝时，他们会运用不着痕迹的轻松幽默化解坚冰。总之他们不会随波逐流去助长气氛的冷热，而是像用天平称量物品一样，加减砝码，使之维持水平状态。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而他们在做这种加减的时候，动作是优雅的，态度是和悦的，看起来漫不经心不动声色。实际上，他们是很有心计的人，尽管众口难调，也可以找到一种万全的方式来使全局和谐起来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是这并不是说他们喜欢主宰，只是因为他们看不得失衡，那会使他们如坐针毡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因此，尽管慵懒的天平座讨厌麻烦，讨厌得要命，他们还是会不由自主地担负起调节的责任。也许正因如此，使得天平在公众场合从未放松过自己。性格使他们承担了不必要的责任，无可推卸。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;他们不吝惜金钱，却吝惜自由的时间和安静的休闲时光。像所有风向星座一样，他们喜欢自由，喜欢像风一样谁也捉不住他。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们喜欢自在独立的空间。就算你是他最好的朋友，也不要老和他粘在一起，你要知道他并不喜欢如此，尽管他不会直接说出来。你也得相信，你的天平座朋友也许半年也没有音信，但是只要一见面，你还是他最好的朋友。&lt;/b&gt;因为他就是这种交友方式，你拿他怎么办？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“我懒得……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是天平座的口头语。&lt;b&gt;他们懒得出门，懒得聚会，懒得应酬……所以他们并不是很喜欢参加party。倒是宁愿呆在家里上网，看书，画画。他们自身是均衡的，一个人的均衡总比一群人的均衡来的容易。所以他们喜欢独处。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;通常，天平座的人会给人一见如故的感觉，因为他们有着温婉的微笑和优雅的举止。对初次见面的人，天平座往往表现出自己最讨人喜欢的一面：善解人意，大方，诚恳，健谈。但是这种热情劲儿不会长久。冷漠何时到来取决于你与他交往的频率。你越是粘得紧，他就冷得越快。因为他们喜欢“君子之交清淡如水”。&lt;b&gt;不是他们不喜欢同伴，而是他们和人交往更多地关注了对方的情绪，总想着照顾对方心情，不要发生冲突，所以感觉像是在工作一样，无法真正的放松。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;较之对宫白羊座，天平是另一种独立的个体。白羊是一种外在的独立，内心是热的；&lt;b&gt;天平则是表面看似亲和力很强，内心却是任谁也无法融入的。天平的冷静，连他们自己也觉得惊讶。“我居然如此冷漠！太不可思议了……”他们审视自己的时候，感觉有点陌生。那是因为他们把内心世界掩饰得连自己都骗过了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们控制情绪的能力太强了。&lt;/b&gt;最亲近的人会感觉到，天平给人不露声色的隔离感，有时会被埋怨“太冷静了，我都不知道你在想什么！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是他们不是故意要隐瞒什么，只是出于本能。一个连自己都骗过了的人，你还能要求他对你坦白什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;他们不喜欢歇斯底里，不喜欢痛哭失声，不喜欢安慰别人也不怎么喜欢被安慰。因为他们懂得，谁也无法真正理解另一个人。&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天平，其实是很独立的一个星座。他们在霓虹灯影里微笑，在灯火阑珊处寂寞。他们叫你懂得：孤独的最高境界是繁华。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-650502108578164194?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/650502108578164194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=650502108578164194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/650502108578164194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/650502108578164194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-marriage-solitary.html' title='Of Marriage &amp; Solitary'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8874862207094230822</id><published>2009-03-18T11:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:09:41.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><title type='text'>7.43pm</title><content type='html'>What is it that you have that mesmerises me like the burst of stars? I could get prettier, younger girls anytime, anywhere I want, but it is always you, my dear, who catches my breath when you look at me with the beautiful brown eyes of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you to take my heart, and in return I get sleepless nights filled with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you treasuring my most important organ, or did you misplace it somewhere and forgotten about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for yours, but you are playing catch with me. You run so swiftly, I thought you will fly away like a dove. But all you do is run in circles around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop running from me, I am right here, beside you. My arms are open wide, wide enough to contain the world, the universe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Universe, that is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11/1/09&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spot goosebumps on my arms again *rubs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO comment, anything from my English to the abnormality of my brain to my qualification as a love letter writer. Ok seriously I love comments :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8874862207094230822?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8874862207094230822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8874862207094230822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8874862207094230822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8874862207094230822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/743pm.html' title='7.43pm'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4512245122017144707</id><published>2009-03-16T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:54:37.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>These days</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Back at One&lt;/i&gt;, Brian McKnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is a dead fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/2hhj1gy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically my exams just passed. I have MUET speaking tomorrow morning and listening next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays now. I feel so pathetic cuz I don't know what to do besides... nerding and procrastinating. Oh gawd -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee244/tifelony/bookworm.jpg" align="left"&gt;I have so many books to read, I feel like just curling up in my bed for the whole day and devouring them until they're bone naked. But I can't do that cuz nerds don't do that kinda stuff, even faux nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, actually faux nerds &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; do that kinda stuff but they &lt;i&gt;can't&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*points at STPM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Inter-Form 6 Games just finished yesterday, don't know what happened to who cuz I didn't participate in the games. I'm a total sucker like a strawberry &lt;img src="http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc10/soccerstar907356/Tinies/Strawberry-1.gif"&gt; in sports anything that requires coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for sushi now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/onigiri-2.jpg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we had sushi for the gathering, I like the sourness of the rice don't know why cuz I never did, and I'm a little hungry now so I wanna eat sushi but my house is like an empty gudang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my driving test just now. I passed the first part, as expected. I love the pegawai who asked me to do the parking he is so super nice! As for the on-the-road, I failed in the way that only I can do it: basically I did not even manage to drive out of the centre HAHAHA OMG it's so funny and silly at the same time I feel like laughing, even right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA DO THE &lt;a href="http://www.yesplacement.com/" target="_blank"&gt;AU PAIR PROGRAMME&lt;/a&gt; OMIGOD EUROPE. I now have a reason to learn to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my perfect part-time job: love letter writer. Not that I've written any, but that I think the mushiness I'm able to churn out really makes even myself go goosebumpish I sometimes think I should be a guy weih hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Please refer to me if you have no inspiration for a love letter and you wanna write one. Kindly give me all details and name of the person (VERY IMPORTANT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go swimming. Don't you just love the feeling of H2O and the hydrogen bonds constantly breaking and forming around your (almost) naked body, it feels like happiness, like you're hugged :) I just hope the endometrium wall doesn't slough off this week :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fugly :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4512245122017144707?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4512245122017144707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4512245122017144707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4512245122017144707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4512245122017144707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-days.html' title='These days'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i215.photobucket.com/albums/cc10/soccerstar907356/Tinies/th_Strawberry-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8220194470674645504</id><published>2009-03-11T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:18:00.768+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Yesterday; tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Currently: studying Arrhenius equation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-scheduled-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 2009's tomorrow, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;March 12th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/KL%20120308/DSCN9661.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah. Sorry. Wrong photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/KL%20120308/DSCN9655.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh come to think of it I can't remember where I put my hat lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;*I set the wrong date on my cam la.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha who cares how many apples we get as long as we have a camera, our hair, a hat &lt;s&gt;from China&lt;/s&gt;, insanity and 38ness &lt;s&gt;from China&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is 2009's yesterday, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;March 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i125.photobucket.com/albums/p67/Clally_bucket/question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does growing a year older makes you more self-conscious? Cuz I wanna be crazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna share this insanity with me yesterday, 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, don't be sad, and good luck in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn lazy laaaa. Procrastination causes low productivity lol. My MUET also mati la. I love my essay though! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8220194470674645504?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8220194470674645504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8220194470674645504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8220194470674645504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8220194470674645504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday; tomorrow'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-9213999545358228715</id><published>2009-02-20T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>Probability</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;All Over You&lt;/i&gt;, The Spill Canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that mom and I have no similarities whatsoever despite the fact that half of the chromosomes in my cells are made up of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both suck at probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/wtf.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Katsudon says so!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously who cares what's the probability of getting a black ball, as long as I get to makan at the end of the day I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty la for being online here while everyone are studying / getting their (much needed?) beauty sleep. (Don't have to point at somewhere else at my chatbox my dear classmates lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel even guilty to take a short nap on the desk this afternoon while doing probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA, statistics (is it alright to generalise?) and Biology volume 2 have successfully qualify themselves as my lullabies. Like, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi guilty when the cam is just beside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN2658.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bites*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you forget how I look like when I'm bored and alone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-9213999545358228715?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/9213999545358228715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=9213999545358228715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/9213999545358228715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/9213999545358228715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/02/probability.html' title='Probability'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3232184348910938417</id><published>2009-02-13T18:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>*Stabs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Home&lt;/i&gt;, Michael Bublé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! It's Friday 13th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get super high on Friday 13th for no reason lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Valentine's Day and I'm gonna celebrate it by doing some &lt;i&gt;vigorous exercises&lt;/i&gt; for the most an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a closet with another &lt;i&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/i&gt; of another sex (or of your preference) k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm people these days are very open-minded you can basically do it in the closet in the open air or even in the bathroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, wait, I don't think you can do it in the bathroom unless you wanna risk falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, I wonder if I can do it in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius la, I can't estimate distance at all -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jason Mraz &lt;i&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/i&gt; on Youtube makes me wanna stab people. (Larry I'm not yours.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH 4TH. *stabs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gawd he's hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stab*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember YC and I talked about stabbing the other day, can't remember what though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only remember that London makes me wanna stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stabs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy V-day / Singles Awareness Day! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3232184348910938417?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3232184348910938417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3232184348910938417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3232184348910938417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3232184348910938417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/02/stabs.html' title='*Stabs*'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7255269497084967901</id><published>2009-02-08T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:39:06.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Lyrics wise,</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Teardrops on My Guitar&lt;/i&gt;, Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost passion towards music, mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm pretty addicted with Nan Quan Mama's &lt;i&gt;Xia Yu Tian&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0o9X3MfNbiU&amp;hl=en&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/0o9X3MfNbiU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody-wise it's okay, not exactly something that'll make me go around town screaming OMG I LOVE. It's the lyrics instead that will make me do that, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Taylor Swift's &lt;i&gt;Teardrops on My Guitar&lt;/i&gt;, really, I just love, even two years after I first heard the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat's &lt;i&gt;Lucky&lt;/i&gt;, the line "&lt;i&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;/i&gt;" made me decided that I love this song, Jo and Sher Min too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (future) love life sounds bleak x____X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I've lost passion towards blogging too.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7255269497084967901?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7255269497084967901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7255269497084967901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7255269497084967901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7255269497084967901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/02/lyrics-wise.html' title='Lyrics wise,'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7453530242945473462</id><published>2009-01-23T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:12:09.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Everyday's a Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;because I have Mr. Fri-glow-in-the-dark-day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN2669.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis said it looks like a terrorist. I think it looks like a Teletubby. In short it's an alien like Klaatu except less hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was cleaning up my desk one afternoon cuz I was lazy to study or something and I encountered this problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How and where on Earth should I dispose of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and I saw the cutest note EVER today I don't care if it means I have less RM1 to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN2671.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't have the heart to throw away Mr. Unknown's love for Miss Unknown :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during wushu I created some more bruises for myself, this time on the left side of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can predict that the rest of 2009 will not be smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sailing I think Telur and I should try skating like before she goes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my blogging mojo and appetite for food and retarded laughter and the semangat to have a good sweat etc etc etc. I've lost myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red lanterns in school made me feel murderous. (I think you understand my feeling now do you my dear YC lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY songs about getting rich made me feel even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST CNY equate to kachings? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER TO WATCH SOLAR ECLIPSE ON JAN 26 4.32PM TILL 7+PM EVEN IF IT MEANS WATCHING WITH YOUR NAKED EYES AND GET BLIND LOL.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7453530242945473462?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7453530242945473462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7453530242945473462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7453530242945473462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7453530242945473462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/everydays-friday.html' title='Everyday&apos;s a Friday'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6652871838140687114</id><published>2009-01-20T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:33:20.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Tongue-tied</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after house practice we went to Science &amp; Maths garden to take photos of Hibiscus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spotted a pretty bug among the stems of an ugly plant. (Uh, Biology syndrome. Ignore it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, "OMG! That's such a pretty butt- butt- butt- butt- SHEESH BUG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.caswells-moms.com/e-shop/images/categories/Butter-Margarine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 339px;" src="http://www.caswells-moms.com/e-shop/images/categories/Butter-Margarine.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason this butt(er) was trying to be the topic of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I came home today as a new &lt;s&gt;person&lt;/s&gt; food: Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha thanks yeah Andoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6652871838140687114?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6652871838140687114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6652871838140687114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6652871838140687114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6652871838140687114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/tongue-tied.html' title='Tongue-tied'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4789510996273635285</id><published>2009-01-11T03:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:30:08.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Intelligence</title><content type='html'>It's 3.32AM and here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I FINISHED MY INTEGRATION HOMEWORK WITHOUT HELP HAHAHAHA GENIUS ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I do not recognize my priorities and that I am also a true genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (or the day before yesterday since it's Sunday already) I switched to an unpaid job of plant thief. Uhmm, actually more towards the flower side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right I was stealing plants / flowers, filling my bag with plants looking like a flower girl. Taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what flower is this looks like African daisy OMG SO PRETTY.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was taking this picture of a single dandelion a 4WD slowed down at the corner and the uncle driver was like looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back at him, giving him a "what never see lenglui squat down by the roadside taking picture of a dandelion ah" expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I was also praying that the battery wouldn't die on me. (It did eventually but it was almost at the end of the day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in the so-called sceneries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG RAINBOW! *squeals and takes out cam* Yes that was exactly my reaction at that moment -.-;;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking picture of Madagascar Periwinkle at this huge bungalow and then I crossed the not-so-narrow drain. Think I wasn't careful enough and I, uh, tripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously 17-year-old already still can fall like a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN2574.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom saw that I was treating my wound she squatted down and stared. And then she said, "I can't believe you have the heart to scar such a beautiful leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's more concerned about the leg, you see. I can still jump and run like normal so I understand her concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LEAVE NO SCAR PLEASE LEAVE NO SCAR T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was famished when I got home but the first thing I did wasn't to further clean my wound or to isi perut. Instead I spent almost 2 hours pressing the flowers cutting off annoying leaves. Cereal was my &lt;i&gt;dinner&lt;/i&gt; cuz family wanna eat out and I wanna continue pressing on stupid Bushy Cassia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I think I don't get my priorities right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN2424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. F can I demand for medical allowance I seriously think I deserve it lor cuz I experience blood loss you ma'am as a Biology teacher should understand females shouldn't lose too much blood right oh and I would also like claim more for the damages of brain cells of the Fungi group thank you I shall expect your reply as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4789510996273635285?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4789510996273635285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4789510996273635285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4789510996273635285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4789510996273635285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2009/01/intelligence.html' title='Intelligence'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2929631900227020543</id><published>2009-01-02T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:09:03.008+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Happy 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Home (Acoustic)&lt;/i&gt;, Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two super huge super bengkak blue black on my left calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking will be a burden soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start a new year, boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly enjoyed and appreciate the gathering we had last night, cheers to us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Eggy I know you don't like people telling you this but your dad not bad looking hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a life-transforming year for me, and I believe for many of us, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 will be a transition year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no expectations whatsoever to this new year, I just want to live it as best as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like damn hate exams lor :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they claim it was supposed to be a &lt;i&gt;class&lt;/i&gt; faster-use-up-all-pizza-vouchers-cuz-they-expire-on-Dec-31st outing only 8 or so people turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha like damn swtness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Because every pretty girl deserves to go to a ball."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/yes_man-bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggggg I literally like melted into a puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and Carl Allen (Jim Carrey) is like oh so totally sweet omggg I would've so fallen for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way they travel omg damn cool even being reprimanded by insanely sensitive secret agents seem cool &lt;s&gt;I also wanna be locked up&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MUST SO HAVE A PROM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2929631900227020543?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2929631900227020543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2929631900227020543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2929631900227020543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2929631900227020543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7465887669960721755</id><published>2008-12-26T12:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:12:11.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><title type='text'>亲爱的，我们离婚吧！</title><content type='html'>差不多一年没见了，近来还好吗？有想念我吗？抱歉，我，没。为什么？这，我也回答不出来，毕竟我的脑袋不太灵光，脑细胞也似乎没连接好来……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说起来，呵，也很可悲，怎么认识了你6年，只有那么一两张合照？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结婚有多少年了，其实我也不太记得，我想，有四五年了吧？就在一个美好的白天你无端端成了我的老公，而粉红公主无端端成了我们的律师，在一两年后。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要知道，我什么也没签，什么也没答应！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说好要离婚多年了，但还是没行动。这可要问问我们可爱的律师了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在你18岁的生日，我想告诉你，离婚吧！外头的世界好大好大，更适合你我的人就在其中，不能随便让他/她溜走吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然好奇，你有没背着我和其他人手牵手？我很忠心呵！只是初吻最近被菲菲偷走了，感觉，呃，无法形容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;噢，还有一件事忘了写：对不起对不起对不起，无法在你生日当天和你们玩，有事在身无法逃避。过几个月我再带你出去玩玩儿，好吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;茵 - 生日快乐，分手快乐！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7465887669960721755?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7465887669960721755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7465887669960721755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7465887669960721755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7465887669960721755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='亲爱的，我们离婚吧！'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5707844176831667642</id><published>2008-12-25T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:35:28.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>On Christmas day,</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I actually celebrate Christmas, but that Christmas songs are just so pleasant, so heartwarming, and so innocent. Like chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was only today that Santa seem like a real person, like everyone believes they'll get something from Santa, but probably not through the chimneys and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, &lt;i&gt;childhood&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like the jam and sardine though. Anyways I don't think you cook chicken soup with jam and sardine eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with a Santa who works in Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a merry season to fall in love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what he (I'll give he/she/it the benefit of doubt cuz he/she/it was wearing a hideous Santa head) gave me for Christmas besides a blackcurrant sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rubber snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arrrgh. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must SO have prom next year! I mean if you haven't been to a prom during high school you've never been a high school-er and it might as well be the last time we're able to be crazy and merry without being conscious of yourself (i.e. before you turn 20) and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. I just love the dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'm gonna rob 1U. You wait for me Shopping Mall Guard sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mega Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What recession were you talking about again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To certain people they thought they read these words on my face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;THIS BEING BELONGS TO JESUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;No offence intended, please don't bash me during this merry season or else you won't get a present from Santa cuz you're NAUGHTY.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry X'mas and happy hols :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5707844176831667642?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5707844176831667642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5707844176831667642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5707844176831667642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5707844176831667642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-christmas-day.html' title='On Christmas day,'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6065249012862926377</id><published>2008-12-17T16:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:39:24.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>171208</title><content type='html'>This is what I've been doing this holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going online invisibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making yogurt. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sudoku-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking of a &lt;i&gt;suitable&lt;/i&gt; dressing style to switch to. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Studying.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Developing horrible puffy panda eyes T_____T&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went swimming this morning OMG after &lt;i&gt;centuries&lt;/i&gt;! x3 (I have Jessica Alba's bod, just in case you wanna know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what CHSians do during the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guys like be more humane I feel like a devil x___O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/bolt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bolt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Pigeon 1: Does that dog look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;Pigeon 2: Nope. Never seen him before in my life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;The second time this conversation was said (at the very end of the movie), it totally touched me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6065249012862926377?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6065249012862926377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6065249012862926377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6065249012862926377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6065249012862926377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/171208.html' title='171208'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4760326560132486529</id><published>2008-12-03T12:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:11:25.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Brotherly</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Crush&lt;/i&gt;, David Archuleta - on Hitz.TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was so cute, I felt affection for him for a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;i&gt;seems&lt;/i&gt; protective of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN2047.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer crave for an elder brother :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know the future brother-in-laws will face some problems, hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4760326560132486529?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4760326560132486529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4760326560132486529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4760326560132486529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4760326560132486529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/brotherly.html' title='Brotherly'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-267106561843632498</id><published>2008-12-03T10:34:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:09:59.694+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stardom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Hawtness keeps the world go round :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Better People&lt;/i&gt;, India.Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl deserves their share of romance, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance in reality is too hard to find though, and too painful to keep. So I sought for the easy way out: RM7 for 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/twilight-7167.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; is as boring and lame as how a romance fantasy gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/100908_twilight02_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Edward first appeared the girls behind me were like *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first sight I didn't think he was entirely hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/ourkind.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz pale white skin and maroon, almost purple, lips is just so not hawt, despite being a 108-year-old &lt;i&gt;Spanish&lt;/i&gt; vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YOU SHOULD SEE HOW HE PASSED THE BIOLOGY SPECIMEN TO BELLA HAHAHA DAMN CUTE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he smiles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/100908_twilight01_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh. Am. Gee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when he's being protective over Bella,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/edward-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh. Am. Gee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb."&lt;br /&gt;"What a stupid lamb."&lt;br /&gt;"What a sick, masochistic lion."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or when he's just being &lt;i&gt;human&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/2483493622_bf4d2bd86e.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh. Am. Gee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is just so &lt;i&gt;Oh. Am. Gee.&lt;/i&gt; supergawddamndeliciously hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, while I was googling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/gaspard_ulliel.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaspard Ulliel is &lt;i&gt;Oh. Am. Gee.&lt;/i&gt; HAWT.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-267106561843632498?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/267106561843632498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=267106561843632498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/267106561843632498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/267106561843632498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/12/hawtness-keeps-world-go-round-d.html' title='Hawtness keeps the world go round :D'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7470177275401608098</id><published>2008-11-29T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:12:19.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Sick-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Time Capsule&lt;/i&gt; Rose in many Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/FaceOff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I watched this movie was cuz many celebrities list this as one of their favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. It was disturbing. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've seen how these two actors switched personalities. Although only for 10 minutes or so but they segued to the next person like it's the most natural thing for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth tastes weeeird :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhh I hate medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently when I'm sick I can't play the piano. And that's irritating, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hungwee :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7470177275401608098?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7470177275401608098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7470177275401608098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7470177275401608098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7470177275401608098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-o.html' title='Sick-o'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2568576193167932587</id><published>2008-11-27T11:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><title type='text'>I love you too, hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Apple Pie&lt;/i&gt;, Red Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN2140.jpg" width="200" align="left"&gt;Happy belated birthday Nobita/Shin Chan!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Esther Wan Isi! I so miss you la!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th Qinnymeimei! I miss your cruel sarcasm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received my first &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; prank call in my life! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time get a quieter place yeah? And please la don't call me at such a scary time &gt;_______&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Pob (even though it's so passé). But I'm afraid my hair will go kaboom :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/spector.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/elevenminutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very inspirational book. I love. AND RALF HART IS DARN ROMANTIC OMGGGG *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Paulo Coelho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2568576193167932587?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2568576193167932587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2568576193167932587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2568576193167932587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2568576193167932587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-you-too-hahaha.html' title='I love you too, hahaha'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8274405521435436017</id><published>2008-11-17T11:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Nobita's BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;End Creditouilles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 18TH MY DEAR LARRY :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA can't believe you guys actually believe the Qi Xiong who left the message is actually him XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyways to add more fun to it: My dear dear Nobita please ask me and YC out to The Cave someday for dinner you belanja k :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Larry / Patrick Starfish, whom I've mentioned in a few entries. A full-bodied 1/2 person. Oh, btw, the dent on the cake was created by his &lt;s&gt;sexy&lt;/s&gt; nose LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1767.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1771.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L6S attendance 15/23. We did not think of pakating to wear green / black / white / birthday suit, unlike L6A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh and I must must must show you the guy who calls us 'babes' just cuz it sounds very uncle-ish of him to call us girls 'girls' and it's wrong to call us 'guys'. That's what he thinks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future Datuk SIME DARBY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Chris, YC, KY, Nobita&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh who shot this ah I like weih so sexy XD And what on earth were they doing there lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Iish photobucket damn slow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/BBQ%20151108/DSCN1730.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobita's brother, Nobita's Pn. TCT-look-alike mom seriously I think she looks like Pn. TCT don't you think so&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA this photo is super out-of-place XDD I wonder what the photographer said, who was the photographer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP L6Sians XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Now that I know how Nobita reacts I have someone to bully yay! even though I'm the one being bullied too XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la I memang suka bully orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I tell you I know how to play mahjong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for being so overreacted of my emoness hahaha. Emoness goes away fairly quickly for me la so don't worry (if you are) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8274405521435436017?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8274405521435436017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8274405521435436017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8274405521435436017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8274405521435436017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/nobitas-bbq.html' title='Nobita&apos;s BBQ'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8873432890343986068</id><published>2008-11-15T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>2200; 151108; Nobita / Shin Chan's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dota-allstars.com/w/images/Furbolgtrapper.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 108px;" src="http://www.dota-allstars.com/w/images/Furbolgtrapper.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Fuzzy Wuzzy aka Sexy Winzy Fuzzy Wuzzy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current location: Nobita / Shin Chan's house&lt;br /&gt;Current event: BBQ / Larry's birthday, uh, party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LARRY who will turn 18 on the 17th November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry is my imagination friend. Also known as 1/2 person. He helps me in my MUET speaking test rather unsuccessfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank 1 1/2 can of Apple flavoured shandy OMG I like weih I think I can train myself to drink wine to be classier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine I'm inspirationless hence the uh "low-quality" post. Blog later. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8873432890343986068?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8873432890343986068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8873432890343986068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8873432890343986068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8873432890343986068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/2200-151108-nobita-shin-chans-house.html' title='2200; 151108; Nobita / Shin Chan&apos;s house'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3501962246229538488</id><published>2008-11-12T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:20:56.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;High Hopes in Velvet Ropes&lt;/i&gt;, The Cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. See me emo, cynical, sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: 8 which I heard. I believe there are more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us see how the number evolves tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not being a coward. I just don't know how to be assertive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I have low EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to analyse, no idea why I hate it, but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it's not even real. As far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what said is true, and the so-called efforts are made to create sparks, then, ha ha, sorry to say, but it's just creating a reversed effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different (and definitely much lighter) note, I gotta learn how to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK DAMN UGLY ON CAMERA LA! X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3501962246229538488?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3501962246229538488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3501962246229538488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3501962246229538488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3501962246229538488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/shut-up.html' title='Shut up'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7177076105765952966</id><published>2008-11-07T15:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:52:03.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Do re mi fa so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;白昼&lt;/i&gt;, The Chinos 基诺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 5nuj: Uhmm, hi, haha. Yeah I have a chatbox, check out the left sidebar. Eh wait I think I know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is no longer personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While bloggy was never exactly my second self; it's more like a public place for me to rant, to express thoughts that in words rather than by mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never good at output. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't feel emo right now (though I sound like it haha). Melancholic. Sort of &lt;font color="#7D97AF"&gt;bluish grey&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so overwhelmed these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I feel that way I'll write down a list of things I should be doing / completing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the list isn't very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After preserving Little C generation I and II and Big C (YC's cockroach which I consider the BEST one I've ever done) I still have phobia for our dear little resilient friends. But I no longer see insects as plainly just insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see them as specimens. And I picture how beautiful they'll look &lt;i&gt;when they're dead&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are better dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/deaddog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;Was randomly Googling&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently a cockroach was named after me *glares* Funny that I don't feel angry when it's downright degrading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand myself, why I'm being so damn angelic good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still considering English Literature. The thought of writing difficult English words is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, uh, Shakespeare, hahaha *weak laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay results. Note the sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I do not give a damn about my results. Eh, well, not that I don't &lt;i&gt;entirely&lt;/i&gt; care about what I get. Definitely, it's hard NOT to be bothered about the digits, and it's not just the matter of the exam-oriented culture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams is not the end of the world. There is still so much world out there waiting for us to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, GO TO ISRAEL. Ok fine somewhere nearer: GO TO CAMBODIA FOR CHEAP FRENCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is perfectly simple. Fineeeee I'm lifeless :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours don't bother me. Much. Not that I'm used to it (HAHAHA PERASANNYA XD). I believe that as long as I'm true to myself, what people think of me doesn't matter. Much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you JT for making my life so wonderful with your wonderful remarks -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW THAT FLASHERS ACTUALLY EXIST. &lt;small&gt;I thought they're mythical. Seriously.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're as real as flash lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SRQNna0-fpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iO2jz_M9uBM/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SRQNna0-fpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iO2jz_M9uBM/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265848835170533010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like listening to a new genre of a language other than Chinese and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No New Age no electronica no metal no freakish genre eg. Death Wave or Pagan Rock (like, wtf? o_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommend me something that you think I'll like. I like certain rock (don't ask me what kind cuz I don't know either), certain jazz / lounge / folk / acoustic (God knows what difference do they make). Something with a pretty album cover :) and not mainstream, unless you think it's really good melodic- and lyrical-wise. Cuz good melody and great lyrics are what makes a superb song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I thought the class is already quite happening... The class is actually SUPER happening O_O Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that the boys actually &lt;i&gt;vote&lt;/i&gt; for the girl in class they think is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SRQLLXt_o6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EUE0jWCYBig/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SRQLLXt_o6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/EUE0jWCYBig/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265846154276348834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Class politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7177076105765952966?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7177076105765952966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7177076105765952966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7177076105765952966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7177076105765952966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-re-mi-fa-so.html' title='Do re mi fa so.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SRQNna0-fpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iO2jz_M9uBM/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7219611500514495949</id><published>2008-11-01T16:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>500th</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday, Sis and Cousin Vee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy grad fellow juniors and seniors, happy examing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heroes&lt;/i&gt;, William Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/Beyond.jpg" align="left"&gt;Piano backed with a 72-piece orchestra. This ain't bad. I've never listened to Maksim so I can't make comparisons la. Anyways he looks cute haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially preserving Little C is disgusting. Grasshoppers look much better mannn. But it gets fun eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I banyak tangan sangat accidentally ruined one of Little C's antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius la. Now I have a legitimate sane excuse to preserve Little C II hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And future flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it struggling due to the extremely pungent ethyl acetate makes my heart ache. Too bad though; the process after that is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I make a good doctor hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Ching Siu Jeen the Honey is damn kind. And pro in preserving. I think she makes a good doctor too. So is Dr. Seng Zuo Hao aka Er Hu's hubbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of doctor, now I feel like being a doctor. Genius la I dropped Physics already :/ Funny that the thought is taking root in my mind, deeper, when I've stopped watching &lt;i&gt;House, M.D.&lt;/i&gt; (more like stopped watching TV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASTER I WANNA DISSECT RATS I WANNA KILL MY DESIRE TO BE DR. TEONG M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG DRYOPTERIS :X Still cannot find a perfect one la. Either it putrefies or I'm unsatisfied or I banyak tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like Thousand Hand Guan Yin hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranged's &lt;i&gt;Remain Unknown&lt;/i&gt; is not so bad. Just cuz I couldn't get Estrella's &lt;i&gt;Estrella&lt;/i&gt; and/or Jerome Kugan's &lt;i&gt;Songs for a Shadow&lt;/i&gt;. Yeah. I'm still cravin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously believe MalaysiaNs boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ's &lt;i&gt;Sixology&lt;/i&gt; is more creative this time around. Love the diversity. Sadly his fashion sense ain't that, eh, sane. BUT HE'S STILL CUTE LA OMG FEEL LIKE BITING HIS KAWAII FACE LIKE AN APPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Have this abnormal to urge to bite on kawaiiness. I'll be a bad mother. (Eh my kids if I ever have will definitely be adorable &lt;s&gt;like his mommy&lt;/s&gt; k.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho's &lt;i&gt;Like the Flowing River&lt;/i&gt; is, uh, no idea. I just, uhmm, am insane about him right now. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lung Yingtai &amp; Son's &lt;i&gt;Dear Andreas&lt;/i&gt;. I've been seeking for this book for like AN ETERNITY. I love the Popular auntie laa *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke laaa :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/61n5TJyvpDL_SS500_.jpg" width="350" align="left"&gt;Thomas Godoj is a Polish and I love the German songs he sang in this album, which there are a few. And German sounds nice LOL. I like foreign languages cuz they sound so foreign and unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom bought guitar for bro OMG YESSSSS GUITAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torturing my fingers though. I can't even do a decent C chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius la little hands -_____-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I'M GONNA OVERCOME THE GENE OF LITTLE HANDS AND LEARN THE EXACT C CHORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Vee's in LOVE! I remember &lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2005/11/unpredictable.html"&gt;some time ago&lt;/a&gt; she thought I was insane for crushing on humans. And now she's like what, PDA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's it like to crush on humans. Seriously la life is damn bland without a crush o____O I think I've been complaining about this since last year lol. I'm a blank piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I remember Schwann asked me "What if a guy asks you to stay with him tonight" (over super corny lyrics from Yuna Ito's &lt;i&gt;Endless Story&lt;/i&gt; lyrics that YH is suddenly interested in) and I said "Oh ok la let's study" and he was like "DENG" and then he asked again "Study what" I said "Anything except Biology".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm. Chemistry ain't bad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/1602161796_6b3f0a7034.jpg" width="350" align="right"&gt;Extremely extremely catchy folk pop (but less catchy than Mika). I loveylove the opening &lt;i&gt;Ok, It's Alright With Me&lt;/i&gt;! Love the psychedelic album cover too. Reminds me Mika's &lt;i&gt;Life in Cartoon Motion&lt;/i&gt; but I like this one better :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to form an a capella group. Cuz YC loves a capella and she told me about it and I go "OMG I LOVE A CAPELLA OMG DAMN NICE LA" and YC suggests to form an a capella group and I told her "OMG YES YES SURE SURE" and I start humming some familiar random tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hv micophobia. I'm more comfortable singing without a mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna form a speaking group. Cuz my speaking sux like, sux :( Schwann was damn convincing k. And I was adamant about keeping my stand haha damn stubborn. May said he was nervous, I wasn't sure. He spoke the most but it felt more like TEACHING instead of DOMINATING lol. Teachers' Syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mind just go blankablankblank like magic *poof* haha genius -__________-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I'm satisfied with my exam results la, still got lotsa room for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I SOUND SO NERD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/juliaduncaninvitealbumlaunch-1.jpg" width="350" align="left"&gt;The Internet is a big plate of cake intended for sharing cuz no-one owns it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU CAN ACTUALLY DOWNLOAD BOOKS HAHAHAHA *crazy laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard this album in Rock Corner in The Curve / Ikano (no sense of direction la sorry). Yeah I went lone ranger shopping haha. A very nice lounge album to be listened to while studying Chemistry in the heat of a Saturday afternoon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I think lounge music is best listened to in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Maybe I shall compose THE Requirements '08 list or something cuz I am inspired haha. Mmmm, maybe the future posts. If I can come out with something. &lt;s&gt;So that you guys won't have a hard time hunting one for me, so considerate of me.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho's &lt;i&gt;The Way of the Bow&lt;/i&gt; is very Zen-ish, and very inspiring. I HEART THE INTERNET LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All Over Now&lt;/i&gt;, Eric Hutchinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7219611500514495949?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7219611500514495949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7219611500514495949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7219611500514495949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7219611500514495949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/11/500th.html' title='500th'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3423471915902542352</id><published>2008-10-27T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;499th&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marianne&lt;/i&gt;, Matt Wertz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a super good mood right now, even my MSN status is online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rare indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is that whenever I feel like talkin' nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining, cuz I'm content with Matt Wertz and BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy about Paulo Coelho (but I haven't start reading his book haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like reading the Bible. Not converting k; I just like stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a cup of green tea last night and I ended up sleeping at 4 O_____O Whaaat caffeine never affected me except for once, when I tried something caffeinated i.e. cappuccino at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize caffeine makes my mind hyperactive. Wheee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of writing a novel. Feeling like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my writing heyday XDDD Crazy immature romantic times. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/leonarGoat/" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/roxy_jayne/" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. LOLable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;a href="http://moodstream.gettyimages.com/usa/?isource=usa_lid_img_moodstream" target="_blank"&gt;Moodstream&lt;/a&gt; thingy is so cool. Patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a shopaholic mood. GIMME CASH CREDIT CARD CAR. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke and I don't know where I spent my money :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently planning a lone ranger trip to get broke. Sigh my kachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I gotta start studying... but I'm so lazy. I've never felt so freee after an exam. Yeah now you know how much I've studied in the past, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take up a new language. Like French, or Italian, or Spanish, or Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cook. Hahahaha. Serious face. Been watching AFC a lot and &lt;s&gt;reading&lt;/s&gt; looking at pictures at cookbooks cuz I LOVE FOOD. In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine I do love food. Whenever I watch programmes on food recommendations and trips, I will go like, "Mom, let's go to Singapore and go for food trip." Of course the more oft-said is "Mom let's go to Cambodia for cheap French."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy la these days, damn lazy to exercise, I feel soooo faaat :( The fat receptor's acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want ballroom dancing OMG *melts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selenium is an antioxidant! XD Mama Goh said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.dailysudoku.com/nurikabe/index.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Nurikabe&lt;/a&gt; is funnnn. Though I'm not quite sure how exactly it's played hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays, happy Deepavali, f*ck coakcroaches and flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3423471915902542352?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3423471915902542352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3423471915902542352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3423471915902542352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3423471915902542352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1661088326498917363</id><published>2008-10-26T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:32:12.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Double-standard THE Requirements '07</title><content type='html'>As promised, here is THE Requirements '07. It's really childish but what the heck, Win Zee '07 is here for you to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I look at my 16-year-old self as childish when we're just a year apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Win Zee's List of Do's &amp; Don'ts for Guys (Haha WTF)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;No smoking!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, smoking ain't cool at all. And stinky. However now that I understand the need of "social smoking" I guess I'll be a little loose on requirements... but really they stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;No taking drugs!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, duh. Why must I re-emphasise on this haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not perverted!!!! (Like Pang Wayne OMG)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaat I pretty much only hang around girls for the past what 16 years? and all my cousins treat me like a kid so I didn't know being pervert is in their genes hahaha XD Anyways I'm just being double standard (I think) here teehee :P Anyways I probably meant pervert a la Pang Wayne. No, you don't wanna know how sick he is. And he stinks, not due to smoking. Hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not flowery heart!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty la. Probably I'll allow him to look at hot girls cuz I look at hot guys. And hot girls. I am slightly bisexual LOL. Oh and I'll allow him to have celebrity crushes cuz I have too lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;No swearing (list of swear words too explicit to be posted)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For certain swear words I'm just being double standard myself. I mean, I use some, just online. I guess you could call it swearing. I'm a good girl k XD But really this requirement is just plain stupid - I might as well date a priest LOL. As long as he's generally polite I don't mind a little. Just a teeny weeny little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't drink too much (though I prefer NOT)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again it's me being double standard. Cuz I wanna learn to love wine! And really alcohol ain't nothing big. And then there is social drinking. As long as he doesn't get too addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preferable nice voice &amp; not tone deaf/flat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke ain't exactly a place I like to enter (though I don't mind, don't exclude me from future K-trips XD); I would prefer just singing aloud while walking around KL city centre (I LOVE WALKING IN KL!). And I need someone to do it with me. I LOVE MAGNETIC VOICE. And I don't really mind people who are tone deaf or sound flat la but sorry la I have a tendency to laugh at you XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sociable, friendly, smiles :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cuz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk about everything and nothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking comes with the XX package. While silence can't be all that uncomfortable (I'm perfectly comfortable with most silences), I just like talking to the extend that sometimes I get annoyed with myself o____O And I like listening to stories! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Independent, hardworking, responsible!, mature?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why I listed this cuz I'm clueless about the definition of the super huge words LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not machoistic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Italian/Jap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. Whaaaat don't all of us just &lt;i&gt;lurrrve&lt;/i&gt; HAWTness XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;li&gt;Musically/artistically/literature-ly inclined :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too high a standard haha. And anyway I'm not even good at any of those things. Playing the piano and singing at random moments and doodling and reading does not imply that I'm artistically inclined. So. Yeah. Double standards of me again.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Win Zee is/was double standard. &lt;s&gt;Therefore Win Zee is an authentic Malaysian.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for THE Requirements '08 I don't exactly have a clue. Mainly because I don't know what I want, and need. The basics are there, definitely. Like, willing to teman me to walk around KL once in a while XD Don't ask me why la, I really love the blingish atmosphere despite all the carcinogenic rubber dusts. Ooh and all the ang mohs XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's over so shut up already stop laughing XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1661088326498917363?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1661088326498917363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1661088326498917363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1661088326498917363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1661088326498917363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/10/double-standard-requirements-07.html' title='Double-standard THE Requirements &apos;07'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3202115579047101821</id><published>2008-10-21T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:44:37.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Vincci the panda X(</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Cream Puff. Above is future not-so-fair Soo Wincci. Yeah, I have a collection of her baby photos. Not sure whether I have her naked *gasp* baby photos though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Form 6 is cloning pandas like stem cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with a cold - running nose, sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh. I hate being sick. Makes me emo. Cuz I'm unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that emo and productivity goes hand in hand, at least in my case. When I'm emo, I'm super unproductive. And when I'm super unproductive, I'm emo. Which leads to being MORE emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crazy chain reaction, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been getting bad quality sleep - imagine waking up at 5.55am when the clock is gonna ring at 6! And I can't go back to sleep cuz I'm afraid I'll miss school... which is, uhmm, weird for me as I'll gladly skip it o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year end exam has made me realize of my genius. I think my genius gene has been unlocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I freaking skipped a 9-mark question in Maths. However I only know how to do a small part, which probably will earn me only 2 more marks, if I have done it. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I freaking have not enough time for MUET essay! Stupid graph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;PA's angkasa lepas essay reminds me of only one thing: a waste of kachings. And Dr. Moo Moo Shake who now seems a little awkward due to &lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-not-single.html"&gt;"past relationship"&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously I wanted to write that down. Later that I wrote down fullerene. Go Chemistry.&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Dr. Moo Moo Shake. Wonder if he contains melamine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="4"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I absolutely have no idea how I'm gonna pass Maths mannn. If I fail it's like a disgrace to my family weih O_________O (Only applicable in my situation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't possibly pass Physics.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. &lt;a href="http://www.dailysudoku.com/nurikabe/index.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Nurikabe&lt;/a&gt;. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finished &lt;i&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/i&gt; by Khaled Hosseini, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/AThousandSplendidSuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SO DARN GOOD. Even better than &lt;i&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;i&gt;miracle&lt;/i&gt; I actually finish a book that I own (with exception of Chinese books cuz I read Chinese much faster than I read English) XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how's it like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get the concept of time. Nor do I get the concept of love. (I'm not unloved. You can love me if you wanna :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only understand happiness: the warm cozy fuzzywuzzy feeling you get in the heart when you take the first (and only the first) bite into the hot Mexican bun; when you stand under the light drizzle; when your Angel gives your PB biscuits or guitar tabs :D; or even when strangers greet you "hello" &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;with a smile&lt;/u&gt; :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol when did the talk of getting a FOC bodyguard turns into getting a boyfriend lol. Maybe someday I'll compile a list &lt;a href="http://adelyntalks.blogspot.com/2008/10/men-i-like.html" target="_blank"&gt;like this&lt;/a&gt;, of THE Requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh quite some time ago I dug out my so-last-year THE requirements, and the shallowness makes me LOL and surprises me at the same time at how immature I was (not that I've matured LOL). Show you some day, perhaps the next post, pinky promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FELLOW PHYSICS TAKERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I FINISHED MINE! *hysterical*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3202115579047101821?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3202115579047101821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3202115579047101821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3202115579047101821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3202115579047101821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/10/vincci-panda-x.html' title='Vincci the panda X('/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1055127428603931764</id><published>2008-10-10T22:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bookworm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>It turned out long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When Your Mind's Made Up&lt;/i&gt;, Glen Hansard &amp; Marketa Irglova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I intended to update after exams but I just can't wait to play with the scanner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/atonement_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't catch what Keira Knightley is saying... as usual... -____-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, though, it's a really good movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently lurrve is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, not AT me. AROUND me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points at her and her and her and her&amp;him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get envious lorr. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh The Cave food homo trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFjLdqnkJH0&amp;hl=en&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/HFjLdqnkJH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song alone is so dream-like. Partially to do with the French. MV is too cute and so unromantic! They should make it like of a seemingly ordinary date, like a quiet coffee date in a quaint little café. Lovers remeet, you know, that kinda scene with that kinda charged atmosphere. Oh gosh *lost in dream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/41299_a.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loveylove this album :) I may not fancy flowers and red but I love the colours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Buy genuine album. (Oops.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/51eae8yp71l_ss500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very disturbing very confusing very addictive novel which is very disturbing and very confusing. Did I tell you how disturbing and confusing this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it's damn good lor. Even though I have a really bad concept regarding time. Mmm, that explains my tendency in procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Freud's take on Oedipus complex is damn wtf lor OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I derived a conclusion just a few days ago: there are not much difference between CHSians and DJians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either Da Win Zee Goat is &lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2006/05/let-me-express-myself.html"&gt;dug out somewhere&lt;/a&gt;, or they just somehow made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the latter. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had so many nicknames before lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SO9jvVHHeXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Colm8-qlacE/s1600-h/IMG_0002_NEW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SO9jvVHHeXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Colm8-qlacE/s400/IMG_0002_NEW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255528954936654194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the Queen of Missing Transport Back Home. I missed like &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt; this week, which means spending RM2.60 and walking under the hot sun under the umbrella. Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeen dear Sugar said flashers appear in Taman Jaya park I was like OMG SHIT DIE and plan out very quickly in my mind on how to escape from them if I do meet them. Probably I'll say hi and take down their particulars so that they'll receive a free mystery gift when they become my first patient! And think of buying a pepper spray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course plans will always be plans unless something happens. I still haven't met any though (and don't wanna thank you very much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want: a car. Not possible at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;I want: a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;FOC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bodyguard + friend to walk me to the station whenever I need/want. Not possible cuz I'm bad at being demanding and I'm kiamsiap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I want: the uncle to wait for me. Not possible, reason as above.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Get an imaginary friend name Larry. Aka 1/2 person. And practice my MUET speaking with him. "What do you think, Candidate L?" *silence* "I see. I agree with you, Candidate L."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining everyday. Ladeedum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/post-318921-1185170556.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In loveylove with this album. Sangat berkualiti as usual. I love him! His lyrics are ALWAYS so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to playing the piano. Piano desperately needs tuning though. E' flat is missing &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bugging mom for a guitar for my brother so that I can learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked mom whether I could keep a cockroach pet when I saw one LOL. This is what form 6 has transformed me into: a loving, kind person who loves insects. Ahhh, wonders of formal education. Character building. Spiritual enhancement. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that now I'm steering towards listening to (some) Chinese songs cuz I'm craving for something light. Like salad. Uh, no, I don't like salad. A bowl of grass of mayo, LOL. Tomatoes are nice though. JJ hates tomatoes. Tomatoes are SKIN FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on earth am I telling you about my food LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1055127428603931764?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1055127428603931764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1055127428603931764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1055127428603931764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1055127428603931764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-turned-out-long.html' title='It turned out long.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SO9jvVHHeXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Colm8-qlacE/s72-c/IMG_0002_NEW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4720954828896247935</id><published>2008-09-30T15:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:40:53.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Tam &amp; Zuo Hao</title><content type='html'>Just watched &lt;i&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/i&gt;, like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/kite_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe they cut off the most confusing, most intense paperwork part! After 2 hours I was like, eh, finish already? MANA TU CLIMAX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, Khalid Abdalla (Amir, adult) looks hot at certain angle, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 19 questions. &lt;s&gt;Then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What are your nicknames?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee, Zee che, Honey, Win ZeeE! (in a broken-voice off-pitched kinda way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Eat. Read. Walk. Imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One with a catchy headline and happening event. Uhmm, basically, just the super major ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FATS HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many many times that I do not need to spend. Cuz someone else (aka parents) will be spending for me :P $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea. Okay probably grab a bread and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. If there’s someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, no idea. Probably not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tam: Stands super straight, ada shape some more. Better-than-average looks. Fill in yourself :P&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Zuo Hao: PLAYS THE ER HU OMG. Sings nice. Cooks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Cooks.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Fructose sweet. Because he cooks (for me) and insists that I do NOT assist him in his cooking and that my only job is as a food critic.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Funny. Because he's exceptionally cute when he can't find the "freakin' spoon".&lt;br /&gt;#4 Hot. Because he cooks and also because he works out la.&lt;br /&gt;#5 Speaks in English (or similar) accent. Because I like it :D&lt;br /&gt;In summary: Jamie Oliver / Curtis Stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laze. Immaturity. Irresponsibility. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working my ass off to pay back loan for my comfy cozy studio condo unit and car, starving myself for overspending on books and DVDs, planning my backpack trip to Europe and cringe at the currency exchange rate, go for ballroom dance and yoga lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My... hair? XDD My ability to feel blissful and happiness at the most trivial moments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What kind of music do you like to listen to?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's constantly changing. Now it's jazzy acoustic lounge swing something, like Estrella or Jason Mraz :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Are you hungry?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HUNGRY. But noooo I shan't eat cuz I'm on a detox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. It's hard to &lt;s&gt;starve&lt;/s&gt; detox at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that whenever I'm hungry I always have the desire to eat breads. It's like a lady's desire to eat anything sour when she's pregnant. Except that I'm not preggers and I don't like sour. Except pineapples. I love pineapples! I can finish the whole pineapple. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realize that when I'm hungry I'm sorta deranged... and hungry for &lt;s&gt;celebrity chefs&lt;/s&gt; food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*salivates*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4720954828896247935?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4720954828896247935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4720954828896247935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4720954828896247935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4720954828896247935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-tam-zuo-hao.html' title='Tagged by Tam &amp; Zuo Hao'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4392717465024404579</id><published>2008-09-27T03:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>A long list of randomness</title><content type='html'>Technically, it's September 27 right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, happy 18th Edison :) Oh yeah we were same age for a day it's so cool XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging these days. Okay more like I don't feel like going online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO I'M NOT A NERD! It's just that the virtual world has lost its charm :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching &lt;i&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/i&gt; and (still) reading &lt;i&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/i&gt; I wanna get a cat. A tabby cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't get big cats like tiger and lion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats look easier to manage than dogs. And they can actually be cute. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy la k. That's why it rhymes with my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;i&gt;Kafka on the Shore&lt;/i&gt; makes me wanna pack the essentials and let everything go, just experience the world as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I tend to be a little idealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWHKAY I AM VERY IDEALISTIC LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a movie buff. I have a loooong list of to-watch movies. I browse &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com" target="_blank"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.isohunt.com" target="_blank"&gt;isoHunt&lt;/a&gt; more than I browse FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to download &lt;i&gt;Lust/Caution&lt;/i&gt;, but I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the reason I wanna watch &lt;i&gt;Lust/Caution&lt;/i&gt; = the reason I watched &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;. Which is, of course, pretty shallow, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, if I have the chance, I'll definitely watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs* Natural curiosity. Can't blame it. We are humans, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm attracted to movies with super nice titles. Like &lt;i&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;My Blueberry Nights&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;In Bruges&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Bruges is in Belgium and is one of the most well-preserved cities in Europe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. So many movies, so little time. &lt;i&gt;So many countries...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for a damn &lt;i&gt;Dryopteris&lt;/i&gt;, I can even remember the way it looks. It's a miracle k, looking at how extremely bad I am with memories. Please be more considerate around an Alzheimer's patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate 2 small apples. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0217am. I NEED to catch up with sleep, skin in super gawddamn bad condition, I literally look like I'm related to a panda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking. I think the Appear Offline status in MSN Messenger is the best damn thing Microsoft has ever invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares into mirror and freaks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jeen's honey, Jeen is my sugar. Jeen is permanent to me.&lt;br /&gt;Kar Yee is May's babe/dear/yet to be named, May is Kar Yee's sweetheart, but I call her darling cuz it just naturally slips off my mouth. Kar Yee and May are temporary to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoyo! Rectangle love ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently even when 2/3 of the class are guys there is a tendency of homosexuality among the girls. (Okay just the four of us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTH XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By just reading Nicolekiss's &lt;a href="http://nicolekiss.blogspot.com/2008/09/game-of-checkers.html" target="_blank"&gt;post on Oreo checkers&lt;/a&gt; I can already taste Oreo in my mouth. And salivate. Like Pavlov's dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrkkkk! *steps into a puddle of salivary amylase*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is I seldom eat Oreo, I don't particularly like biscuits with cream, and it's high in fatty acids + triglycerides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. 4 more days and it'll be October. The last quarter of the year. OMG! And 3 months (and 4 days) later it'll be January 2009. OMG! I'll be like the senior-est of all high school students. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not old k. I'm just... young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College students entering uni already while I'm still stuck in pathetic high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la uniform life ain't that pathetic. Except the insects and plants part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Joanne Telur (OMG HOW LONG HAVE I NOT CALL YOU THAT?!) for wishing me nine days earlier :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Esther Wan Isi for calling me all the way from Australia 3 minutes to 12am Melbourne time and talked over the super blurry line for 45 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kar Yee and May and Jeen for the cupcakes. I have yet to eat them hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Chin Peng and Jun Fai and Jit Teng and Boon for singing JJ's &lt;i&gt;Bu Dong&lt;/i&gt; out of tune for no reason and then leading the class to sing the birthday song in 3 different languages :)&lt;br /&gt;(Oh thank you Ms. Leela for not entering the class hahaha XD)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Nobita for half-yelling into my left ear and singing another round of birthday song. If the ear doesn't function in the future you know what's gonna happen, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Er Hu Zuo Hao for singing like some pontianak behind me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you YC for re-discovering my multiple personality disorder at 2348PM 25/09/2008 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And super huge thanks to everyone else who has wished me / intended to wish me but forgotten to, you guys are such darlings for making this day MY day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I love all of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May said my birthday wish list should include getting a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a boyfriend can act as a FOC bodyguard especially in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we know why girls in the science classes look for a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amuse myself at 3.14am. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;XOs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4392717465024404579?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4392717465024404579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4392717465024404579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4392717465024404579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4392717465024404579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-list-of-randomness.html' title='A long list of randomness'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6417265138027730934</id><published>2008-09-14T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:58:51.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stardom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/breakfast_at_tiffanys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. Audrey Hepburn is such an exquisite darling little goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/vintageDM1211_228x733.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;£410,000 and her radiance, &lt;i&gt;indescribable&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6417265138027730934?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6417265138027730934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6417265138027730934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6417265138027730934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6417265138027730934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3754205441764160894</id><published>2008-09-13T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:17:22.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Tagged by YH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The last person to tag you is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this tag, YH. For the last tag, don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What relationship of you with him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ambiguous&lt;/s&gt; Friends? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your 5 impression towards him/her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;Super long fingers omg.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought happiness can be as simple as getting caught in the rain :)&lt;br /&gt;Will think of it later.&lt;br /&gt;Will think of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she had done for you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS me when I was cold and starving and alone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most memorable thing that he/she has said to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Win ZEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, become his lover back? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a Miss Evil Meanie to him and feel guilty at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your lover , he/she has to improve on...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmmm. We'll see about that later when he somehow becomes one hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If he/she becomes your enemy , the reason is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He insults or offends me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most desirable things to you to do to him/her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The overall impression to he/her is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad laaa :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying, childish, machine-gun talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The character for you for yourself is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying, childish, machine-gun talkative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the contrary, the thing you hate about yourself is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying, childish, machine-talkative X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato. To-die-for body to-die-for hair to-die-for voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you laaa XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;01. Waning&lt;br /&gt;02. Jeen&lt;br /&gt;03. Eugene, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;04. Lolly Yan Ping&lt;br /&gt;05. Jo&lt;br /&gt;06. Iyin&lt;br /&gt;07. Nicole Tan&lt;br /&gt;08. Qi Xiong&lt;br /&gt;09. Boon&lt;br /&gt;10. Sher Min, hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is #2 having relationship with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is #3 a female or a male?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If #7 and #10 be together would it be a good thing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, no, cuz they aren't homos. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How about #5 and #8?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is #1 studying for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berklee and Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When was the last time you have chat with them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I seldom talk to Iyin, Jo, Eugene and Sher Min lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is #4 a single?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, Lolly are you single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talk something about #2.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulmate. Cuz we're (future) Latin dance couple. HAHAHAHA XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3754205441764160894?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3754205441764160894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3754205441764160894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3754205441764160894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3754205441764160894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged-by-yh.html' title='Tagged by YH.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6038172878303865731</id><published>2008-09-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:40:13.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stardom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>WTF 233 (ZEE)</title><content type='html'>(Almost) everyone in L6S blogged about the potato experiment yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my thumb! Lost about 0.5ml of oxygenated blood lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so potato ain't much of a problem, I nearly bit into it (sorry, can't stand potatoes / apple-like thing), or drank the sucrose solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrs, food-potential apparatus/materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, regarding the potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stripping the potato."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm. &lt;i&gt;Stripping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh yeah, I watched &lt;i&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/i&gt; on Disney Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/camp-rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what a girl is gonna blog about when she wanna blog about &lt;i&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/demi-lovato-camp-rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato as Mitchie&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has amazing vocal, I like hers better than Miley Cyrus hehs, and I love her hairstyle and hair colour and gosh she's so cute in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even has a cool last name! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/demi_lovato.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. She's hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I hate Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Camp Rock&lt;/i&gt; is another false-hope-for-romance supposed-to-feel-good depressing Disney movie about music (NOT a musical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/JoeJonas-CSH-039587.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Jonas as Shane Gray, lead singer of Connect 3&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like &lt;i&gt;High School Musical&lt;/i&gt;, but more depressing, when it involves a kinda cute guy (less cute than Zac Efron) who is filled with kachings and is a star. And kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/demilovato_net-camprockstills-0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean, don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drools over so damn cliché puppy love story*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Zac Efron has the most electrofying pair of blue/green eyes EVER! I'll ignore his obsession with his hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still still still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/NickJonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Nick's the cutest :) He has cute curls, like how Mika has sexy curls XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why curls, cuz I have no idea either. I don't usually go gaga over guys' curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/Jonas-Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin, Joe, Nick Jonas&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture of the Jonas Brothers which I can differentiate Joe and Kevin. Most of the time I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys in tux are just super dashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like the vocal, whoever it is. So whiny laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, looks is all that matters isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. *stares into mirror*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin says I'm deprived of sleep X( I'm ugly and OMG MY MOM JUST SAID I BECOME FATTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, Fat Girl, Run! *huff and puff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch all Rachel Weisz's movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I ain't an essayist XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6038172878303865731?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6038172878303865731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6038172878303865731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6038172878303865731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6038172878303865731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtf-233-zee.html' title='WTF 233 (ZEE)'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4869981201688760572</id><published>2008-09-06T17:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:29:42.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>Advertorial *CLICK*</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Finale&lt;/i&gt;, Anastasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging mood probably scraped off by repeatedly listening to Rainie Yang's &lt;i&gt;Que Yang&lt;/i&gt; and Yuna Ito's &lt;i&gt;Endless Story&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Jeen and YC, how sweet of me to practice the songs for your own pleasure, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now YC you gotta bring me to South Africa Jeen you gotta be my Latin dance partner hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here's the favour Khai Sim asked me to do last week but I've forgotten, sorrs! Please forgive an Alzheimer's patient T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcVVKJd6Wao/SKxm_UUlIdI/AAAAAAAAEak/FDoePzIIvPs/s1600/bball-poster-teaser-pic1-480.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcVVKJd6Wao/SKxm_UUlIdI/AAAAAAAAEak/FDoePzIIvPs/s1600/bball-poster-teaser-pic1-480.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hmc-3on3.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Check out the official blog!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hmcstudentcouncil.com/wp-content/uploads/registration_form.xls" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK TO REGISTER!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join la.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;GROW TALLER.&lt;/b&gt; You know how (most) girls like 183cm tall guys XDDD&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;GET HAWT.&lt;/b&gt; You know how &lt;s&gt;most&lt;/s&gt; ALL girls like hot guys, just like how ALL guys like hot girls. (Excluding those with &lt;i&gt;unusual&lt;/i&gt; sexual orientation.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Buat baik dibalas baik. It's for charity, kachings go to &lt;b&gt;El-Shaddai Children's Home&lt;/b&gt; &lt;s&gt;(or so she says)&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hmcstudentcouncil.com/wp-content/uploads/registration_form.xls" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK TO REGISTER!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TO TAMAN NEGARA I WANNA GO TO TAMAN NEGARA I WANNA GO TO TAMAN NEGARA I don't care if it meant getting gazillions ugly bumps humongously huge blue-blacks I don't care I WANNA GO TO TAMAN NEGARA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4869981201688760572?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hmc-3on3.blogspot.com/' title='Advertorial *CLICK*'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4869981201688760572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4869981201688760572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4869981201688760572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4869981201688760572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/advertorial.html' title='Advertorial *CLICK*'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RcVVKJd6Wao/SKxm_UUlIdI/AAAAAAAAEak/FDoePzIIvPs/s72-c/bball-poster-teaser-pic1-480.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1512892341461628283</id><published>2008-09-01T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>It's a miracle if I ain't caught dead.</title><content type='html'>I am risking my life to listen to &lt;s&gt;grandma&lt;/s&gt; stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended a superbly lavish wedding dinner at KL Hilton today, and the food was, eh, so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must've spent a million on the wedding. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn freaking rich la they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN0997.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dug this out from a pile of old clothes. Literally. But I have no memory whatsoever of owning this shirt! O_O&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To-do #1: Compose a mental list of requirements.&lt;br /&gt;To-do #2: BF hunting.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE is trying to make me experience indirect sugar high. Arrrgh. I can't resist sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in people owning that bottle of sugar k, I'm just interested in sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGAR! *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To-do #3: Be a nun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated Merdeka. &lt;s&gt;Who cares about Merdeka anyway when you have&lt;/s&gt; YAY HOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's September!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what September brings, teehee ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping list: STAMPS. Small handbag. MP3 PLAYER. Sweater. Jerome Kugan's &lt;i&gt;Songs for a Shadow&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially a panda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1512892341461628283?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1512892341461628283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1512892341461628283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1512892341461628283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1512892341461628283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-miracle-if-i-aint-caught-dead.html' title='It&apos;s a miracle if I ain&apos;t caught dead.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5848688422755525045</id><published>2008-08-30T04:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T04:26:09.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Jumbled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Details in the Fabric&lt;/i&gt;, Jason Mraz feat. James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. I've been typing this freaking post for the past 3 hours for 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like blogging about 6th Form Installation. Maybe later, maybe I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little emo, probably it's that time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or probably due to the super glaring sun in the afternoon, the beautiful rainbow and thunder and purplish orange sky this evening, the heavenly &lt;i&gt;orgasmic&lt;/i&gt; Domino's Tuna Temptation pizza dinner, and the Jacob's biscuit I'm munching on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrs la, it's 3.27am and I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA STOP BITING NAILS OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at nail* Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/jolin_nail_polish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolin Tsai is my nail idol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th, Boon. I'll attend your concert(s) and pay you a visit in the parliament in the future, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/6thFormInstallation%20290808/DSCN0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat more k so you can grow taller! (Though I don't see the relation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I realize I can blush/flush/tomatofy &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; sweating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, remember Joanne said &lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2007/01/blush.html"&gt;I blushed&lt;/a&gt; XD OMG, I think I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; feel heat flushing up to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it really is nothing, but it meant A LOT that time. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN0777.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this game we used to play as kids? Heck, I still do this whenever I'm bored. I know very clearly that it's untrue but, heck, it gave lotsa hope k, in certain cases. (Note the past tense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm burnin' to ask THAT question to that guy but I don't have his contact at all! I mean, I hated him so much -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I hope he won't grow to be super cute, or else I'll just commit suicide, why hadn't I grab my so-called opportunity XD&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN0850.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis bought two of that for me today. Reminds me SO MUCH of primary school, gosh! I remember the canteen used to sell this 20sen per stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. A decade ago I just entered primary school. A decade later here I am doing STPM. Man. The 90's that was once so near is now almost a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/JasonMraz-03-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album of sunshine and sheer happiness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANING'S FAVOURITE TOOTHY GRIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the hearts, CHSians? Haha, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to camwhore, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la cannot tahan the hand XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at mirror* I WHERE GOT LOOK LIKE A KID OMGDNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was inspired to engage myself in some degrading camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN0995.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mmmm, it seemed funnier the first time I see this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning do you want me to dedicate this photo to you XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning's lecturer said getting a boyfriend/girlfriend helps in expressing oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hunt for one soon. I'm inspirationless these days, haven't been writing since the holidays, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Kecil and Kar Yee said they're gonna help hunt for my him HAHAHA cuz they figured they've figured out my demands and requirements and yada when I'm still composing mine XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SOMEONE SAID I'M NOISY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go to school on &lt;s&gt;Monday&lt;/s&gt; Tuesday with a masking tape on my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOEVER READS MY BLOG CAN YOU LIKE TAG ON MY CHATBOX I WON'T BITE LOL it's so scary to know people whom I don't expect to read my blog reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Gray Fox for making my future seems so hopeful :D Does it take long for you to register the correct han yu pin yin of Yin Qi into your mind :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night/morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5848688422755525045?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5848688422755525045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5848688422755525045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5848688422755525045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5848688422755525045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-you-call-this-memory.html' title='Jumbled.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3606933930675621919</id><published>2008-08-24T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:37:08.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><title type='text'>Famine 30 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Currently drinking&lt;/i&gt;: HOT seaweed fishball soup :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owhkay for some reason Waning is damn interested in the Famine 30 camp this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0708.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home at 5.30pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I was alone in HELP University College. OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to be honest, this year's activities are quite boring. Ah, well, we only had 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the activities, where we were provided with one Milo cardboard and supposed to design an aid worker's uniform.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch the English movie &lt;i&gt;Children of Men&lt;/i&gt; cuz I didn't get the movie. And the girls were like laughing at every f*cks said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*ckf*ckf*ckf*ckf*ck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see you laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Evelyn/Vivien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0710.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the &lt;i&gt;N&lt;/i&gt;th bottle of water I got o_O from Diamond.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Excluding the times we were in a group, I was 100% alone. I went to the bathroom alone, sleep alone, wake up alone, &lt;s&gt;eat breakfast alone&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Win Zee is alone this is what she does.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being alone ain't that bad :D In fact I read finish &lt;i&gt;Junk&lt;/i&gt; August issue and half of &lt;i&gt;Arouse Suspicion&lt;/i&gt;, some stupid lame romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so damn cold. I wrapped myself up like a sushi and still I shivered like some shivering animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a mental shopping list: MP3 player, gloves, jacket, socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I realized I slept at the wrong end of the sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, &lt;i&gt;wtf?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very very sunny and very very hot when we got there at 11.30AM, and then it rained. Mmmmm, great timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there were only 8000+ participants this year, much much less compared to last year's 10k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, rain, go away...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do: Update myself with Malaysian Chinese music scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Jo didn't get a donation card... and I smuggled her into the stadium at the last hour, literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Untitled-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently outside the LRT station as I sang the theme song &lt;i&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Tong Hua&lt;/i&gt;. Sorrs la, I can't think of any song to sing X(&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smuggle or no smuggle, nobody would've cared anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore my 3E camp shirt hahaha! It's the EXACT lime green shade and I freaking wore it before camp started! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0737.jpg" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I've become fairer. UHMM LOL O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking broke fast a minute too soon! Sorrs la, I saw other people eating , and my cellphone says it's 16:00 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did sorta start to fast at 9.30am on Saturday... *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got V-Soy soya bean and Koko Krunch for our breaking fast meal. I miss banana cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took the LRT with Jo back home. I didn't know the station was just exactly opposite of the stadium! Oh yeah, now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do: Load up on loads and loads of shillings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Famine%2030_23-40808/DSCN0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiks. Sorry. Have to signify my 2nd famine!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it's fun? Let's fast 30 hours from talking XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get gastric tomorrow like last year hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CARE I DON'T CARE I INSIST I LOST 1KG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah la yeah la YH I love you too (as a friend) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3606933930675621919?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3606933930675621919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3606933930675621919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3606933930675621919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3606933930675621919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/famine-30-2008.html' title='Famine 30 2008'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5555165962610505813</id><published>2008-08-22T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:27:45.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie/Drama'/><title type='text'>And they say singing doesn't harm your voice cord.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday Chin Peng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Gray Fox: When a boy talks/jokes to/about you when you're taking a shower - in short, when you're naked, it gets embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken Man&lt;/i&gt;, Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially we wanted to scream like crazy at Scream Park or Extreme Park, but it was drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orenji and I were happy cuz we didn't have to splurge RM48, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Gasoline Café was a spicy sour Italian affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hawaiian Chicken Spaghetti was spicy and sour o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry... I get high at the sight of knife and fork.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great atmosphere though. And the French toast was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Orenji. I had no idea what the plates are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zuo Hao who looks like the monkey on my monkey T-shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Zuo Hao Speechless Gentleman blushing as he sawed the French toast for May Kecil and Kar Yee! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBITA LOOKING LIKE A CREAM PUFF! (And Orenji's sexy nose LOL.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around, went to the arcade, played a little, and then we decided to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I hope my parents don't find out, I'll be so slaughtered! :P&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've discovered some singer wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0695.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Note how &lt;i&gt;intensed&lt;/i&gt; Nobita is.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE GOT 2 FREE HOURS OF SINGING SESH HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0688.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some so-called group photo of the boys. I have no idea what they were doing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/SunwayPyramid%20210808/DSCN0691.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise L-R) Zuo Hao, Nobita, Kar Yee, me, May Kecil, Orenji, YH&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH! I DAMN LOVE YOUR JACKET CAN YOU GIVE IT TO ME ON MY BIRTHDAY XD And you are such a great driver hehe!&lt;br /&gt;NOBITA! Thank you so so so so much for appearing out of nowhere and bring me back to our k-room XD&lt;br /&gt;Kar Yee and I are JJ machi! XD I rediscovered JJ's cutesy OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;i&gt;Rain Man&lt;/i&gt; a few days ago, the first thing I noticed is the so 80's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/rain_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recognize Tom Cruise at all, unless he's wearing his sunglasses, haha -.-;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond (Dustin Hoffman) is annoyingly a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the movie ain't bad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5555165962610505813?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5555165962610505813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5555165962610505813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5555165962610505813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5555165962610505813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-they-say-singing-doesnt-harm-your.html' title='And they say singing doesn&apos;t harm your voice cord.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8619881597637167889</id><published>2008-08-19T13:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:19:04.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><title type='text'>Wooden Pencil</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my old writings, mainly the Chinese ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this expression expresses my feelings well to the point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;F*ck! I'm so damn romantic I'm bloody good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my flowing inspirations (ahem) I decided to start another blog purely on my writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wooden-pencil.blogspot.com"&gt;WOODEN PENCIL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all writings have been posted though, I need time to gather them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Untitled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aka Capture&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is it okay if you help us take a group photo?” she asked as she passed the woman her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks.” She smiled and quickly stood at her intended position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked by and spotted the group of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman pressed on the capture button. Three flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look here, look here,” he said quickly as he retrieved the camera from the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at his camera; the girls looked at his camera. He focused solely on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He snapped the photo. Of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passed her camera back to her and she thanked him. As he walked away he could hear the girls teasing her about him, just because of the little flirtatious joke he played on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned against the wall and looked through the photographs he had taken, and paused at the last one he took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stunning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;24/7/08&lt;br /&gt;Tues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this in &lt;i&gt;5 minutes&lt;/i&gt;, I amaze myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wooden-pencil.blogspot.com"&gt;WOODEN PENCIL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VISIT LA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8619881597637167889?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wooden-pencil.blogspot.com' title='Wooden Pencil'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8619881597637167889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8619881597637167889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8619881597637167889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8619881597637167889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/wooden-pencil.html' title='Wooden Pencil'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1113246156107507695</id><published>2008-08-18T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:39:37.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Enrich, Empower, and... something</title><content type='html'>Currently drinking: Some soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote from Waning, Facebook has been a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0568.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually very very bright and hot.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eh, I realized I've never taken pictures OF DJ. Hmmmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent 3D2N at school being crazy. Pretty much craziness has reached about 80%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intended to get my hair sprayed blue but the boys were tired. Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from school yesterday with sores and aches all over and slept for 11 hours, and here I am blogging about this camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My efficiency is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was considered great: we had six meals a day, and they were &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; delish. And bathing wasn't &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; of a problem; the male and female teachers' bathrooms are side by side so. Yeah. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I seriously don't know where to start lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;Warning: Photo heavy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us girls. (L-R) Jeen who steal hearts, May Kecil, Miao Miao, me, Kar Yee, Orenji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Cell. I LOVE THE SKY. Okay more like my photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Super Cute Genius Ah So Jeen whose essence I so captured in here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Peng who has the sexiest seemingly toned arms and who thinks his gaze is electrifying. *Note the playboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao Miao who is my Animal partner :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creation of boredom and cruelty.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason we were feeling sorta clammy. Funny thing is, we dislike clams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH. I find this photo so pretty. (Especially the one on the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YH and Miao Miao, who is SO DAMN CUTE OVER HERE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0615.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeen, who looks like she's into Thai boxing, and Miao Miao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chian Ping, Orenji. Coincidentally the arrangement became 521 instead of 125.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0631.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda, my other Animal partner, who looks better in candid photos, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the Animals and the world map! I FREAKING FOUND SAMOA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0642.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boot Islands. Animals' creation. WE DISCOVERED THE ELEMENT BOOTIUM LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Qi Xiong who looks extremely cute without gel/mousse/whatever on his hair, Jun Fai, Chian Ping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/3ECamp%2015-70808/DSCN0637.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS? (Iish the stickie.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All PTS students in L6S kena NS! Yesssss mari kita pergi ke Sarawak bersama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobita and Bendahari popped up from nowhere to scare Orenji and me. We paid back by swinging my green pen in front of their eyes... and Bendahari were shocked and he just practically stunned there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA DIE LOL. *touchwood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so low self-esteem after going to this camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE NEVER BEEN PURSUED BEFORE LOL, I feel so innocent and my so-called history is as blank as a piece of Double A A4 paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still didn't get blue hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Lee Chong Wei was less than mediocre last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin Dan is so cute XD And, I have to admit, he IS very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;IT'S THE HOLIDAYS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1113246156107507695?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1113246156107507695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1113246156107507695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1113246156107507695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1113246156107507695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/enrich-empower-and-something.html' title='Enrich, Empower, and... something'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5572510538335643640</id><published>2008-08-14T20:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:59:25.006+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stardom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Win Zee attracts attention.</title><content type='html'>*waves* HELLO FELLOW CHSIANS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Best of You and Me&lt;/i&gt;, Number One Gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to popular (okay more like persistent) demand from YH the Clam Wannabe I shall update today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets really excited over &lt;a href="http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumbled-this-train-of-thoughts.html"&gt;the term simple happiness&lt;/a&gt;, he makes my blog seem like some sorta erotica / porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah and they say they need a dictionary when reading my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN0525.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just SO Si Hui-ish :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is after that I went to CHS that I sometimes wish I do not understand a word of Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Tung didn't know I understand Chinese! Even after like 7 months of spending almost every Fridays in the library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; banana XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys can have the grossest conversation &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, two days ago the boys in my transport were talking about &lt;i&gt;anal sex&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday they were freaking talking about some OTHER things. Things I certainly do NOT have to know. And I freaking heard the whole conversation. Wait - more like &lt;i&gt;listened&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like covering my ears like an innocent little girl, or snap back at them "WTF HELLO A GIRL OVER HERE", or laugh like an insane Tanjung Apple patient due to all the embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO DAMN FREAKING DISTURBING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWWWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've passed all those &lt;i&gt;precious information&lt;/i&gt; to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEW. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still! I have been listening to JJ these few days, and rediscovered his hawtness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, like, GAWDDAMNHAWT *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bodily functions should never be discussed openly in front of the opposite sex.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams the past few days was disastrous I guess, I don't know I really can't judge. It seems bad but it doesn't seem that bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my fussiness / indecisiveness is annoying :/ Bear with me la, CHS punya canteen did that to me, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, when there are only 23 students in a class, you can't really expect to be in the top half. Or even in the top 23. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply inspired last week. And here is the damn embarrassing lala mushy poem XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;空荡的街上&lt;br /&gt;不自禁地走到路中间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我告诉你&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢不羁的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="60" ALIGN="left"&gt;简单的&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="20" ALIGN="left"&gt;自由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你笑我单纯的乐观。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“很危险呐”&lt;br /&gt;你伸出你的左手，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="20" ALIGN="left"&gt;握住我的右手&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="20" ALIGN="left"&gt;拉近&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;松开&lt;br /&gt;你的手，很自然地，而我&lt;br /&gt;试图平静狂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="70" ALIGN="left"&gt;奔的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="90" ALIGN="left"&gt;心跳。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自由…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="30" ALIGN="left"&gt;对，我向往着&lt;br /&gt;但────&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="100" ALIGN="left"&gt;走在路中间的那时，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="100" ALIGN="left"&gt;我渴望着你的体温，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SPACER TYPE="block" WIDTH="170" ALIGN="left"&gt;哪怕有多么短暂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4/8/08&lt;br /&gt;Mon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I damn loveylovelove the last verse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm gonna put on a paper bag with a &lt;font size="4"&gt;:)&lt;/font&gt; over my head tomorrow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is entirely fiction I get inspired by simple things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nobody has held my hand, with that kinda purpose in his/her mind that is, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how we used to talk about love, like, all day, especially Jo XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN0500.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genetically speaking I ain't that bad, HAHAHAHA XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo used to go all envious saying I have natural eyeliner, haha. And she did say before that she wondered why no guys are pursuing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, that was the nicest most flattering compliment I've received, EVER! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A girl's gotta have her vain moments yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember (my memory sometimes scare the hell outta me) Waning once said that I seem to give guys a sense of protectiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, that is the more romantic version of reality. I practically give EVERYONE a chance to protect me. "Eh Win Zee come inside a bit. Win Zee very dangerous la faster come inside omgdness Win Zee I damn worried about you" and repeat it for at least a dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm alone though, I take care of myself pretty well when I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whether I lack of love at home, I have to rely on other people to give me some lurrrve, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, adrenaline rush is max.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name has become &lt;i&gt;a devoted chant, a worship&lt;/i&gt;, for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder whether CHS is a conducive environment for vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta work on my charm so as to attract the right guy(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Serrrrrn the kidney :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I FREAKING KENA NS! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely I want people to call me by my Chinese name, no matter how vain it sounds: I attract attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5572510538335643640?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5572510538335643640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5572510538335643640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5572510538335643640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5572510538335643640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/win-zee-attracts-attention.html' title='Win Zee attracts attention.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1892136277267853660</id><published>2008-08-10T14:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>Jumbled, this train of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Elephant.&lt;/i&gt;, Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Mr. YH Clam Wannabe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be on a short hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking exams, argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FAT RECEPTOR IS ACTING UP AGAIN :( I have 3 more kgs 2 more inches to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgh X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused :/ Over things. As usual. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;F*cking EDS.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning I already have a letter in mind for you! I'll write it soon, during the holidays perhaps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I spent quality time for brainstorm sesh, I believe Lee Ching the Biology author is jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE WELCOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudoku improves coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your real life example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've killed thousands of mosquitoes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is two days away, here I am blogging away, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought the whole teapot and a cup up to my room last night, and went down once to refill the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I drank two huge pots of Boh tea, alternating between Chemistry and old issues of &lt;i&gt;seventeen&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Shape&lt;/i&gt; (also known as procrastinating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the false sense of detox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm at the verge of being anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No kid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I annoy myself with my fussiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M WAITING PATIENTLY FOR MY JEROME KUGAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/jerome-kugan1.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome Kugan's &lt;i&gt;Songs for a Shadow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heavenly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Chaw's Wake Up Song is so swing-ish/jazzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-Dos During the (short) Holidays:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish off &lt;i&gt;The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Face/Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rain Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turtles Can Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atonement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;14 Sai no Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/i&gt; Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download &lt;i&gt;The Accuracy of Death&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/i&gt; and some more other movies I can't remember their names.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you didn't know I'm a movie (and drama) junkie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN1117.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I intended to tell Gray Fox in one of the letters, hahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think HELP college punya people are Win Zee-phobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling them for two days and nobody picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning and Iyin: HE is no longer the Talk of the Day of L6S girls so just forget it la haha. Anyways, he has sexy back. Shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the seemingly-insane photos taken secara curi-curi at school, I still lack of that perfect dose of insanity :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1892136277267853660?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1892136277267853660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1892136277267853660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1892136277267853660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1892136277267853660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumbled-this-train-of-thoughts.html' title='Jumbled, this train of thoughts'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5423463572592926503</id><published>2008-08-02T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>Super monster</title><content type='html'>I slept at like what, 10? last night, and propped my pillowS high up my neck hurts a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was anticipating for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL A FREAKY SCARY EYEBAG MONSTER :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's why Mr. Gray Fox is afraid of me, hahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need placenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a super pear shaped body :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/Cam/DSCN1090.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting very impatient on PA graph.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5423463572592926503?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5423463572592926503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5423463572592926503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5423463572592926503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5423463572592926503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-monster.html' title='Super monster'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-5152599912854980039</id><published>2008-08-01T17:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:48:31.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Claustrophobic</title><content type='html'>I watched the National Marching Band competition on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freakin' left at 11pm just cuz my brother was tired. So-called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were two more teams left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid pampered brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways congrats to CHS who got 5th... somehow... *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who throws stickie is called a Drum Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN9704.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna watch the KL World Marching Band Competition! It costs kachings :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought camera to school today just cuz my dearrrrrr Lee Ching the Orange Mouse asked me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Chemistry lab 2, which serves as our classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9809.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is KMnO&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt; with H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;SO&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt; and MC&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt; in conical flask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9810.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9812.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearrrrrrrr Lee Ching Orenji aka wushu and bus partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9814.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Orenji's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9823.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Phun and Japanese exchange student Ayaka, who belongs to Orenji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9818.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao Miao and her peace sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/0808_school/DSCN9825.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Super Cute Genius Ah So Jeen whose cutesy never fails to remind me of Jo :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of being in the claustrophobic &lt;i&gt;samui&lt;/i&gt; L6F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 days to exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-5152599912854980039?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/5152599912854980039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=5152599912854980039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5152599912854980039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/5152599912854980039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/08/claustrophobic.html' title='Claustrophobic'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-3104493793617948024</id><published>2008-07-28T15:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:58:26.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Form 6 orientation</title><content type='html'>Pada hari Sabtu yang lalu, saya telah pergi ke sekolah &lt;s&gt;untuk tidur&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9636.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a handful of salt in my mouth. Or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lipstick on my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenged my super short memory span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9624.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 3. Clockwise L-R: Kah Eng, me, Yeng Ying, Ding Sheng, Qi Xiong, Mok Chia Lit Molly, Kwan Seng, Yuk Hoong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, while waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9619.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys will forever be boys. Kwan Seng, Yuk Hoong.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were so damn exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9634.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Further Maths Yap Jun Fai who likes his picture being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9641.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-prez Jonathan Yee and his sexy back ;)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9646.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CLIMBED A TREE (and look like a siao po)! :)&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise L-R: Kah Eng, Yuk Hoong, me, Ding Sheng, Yeng Ying, Molly, Qi Xiong with our prizes... we were (bottom) third!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 6pm, gosh, slept for an hour, not focusing on Periodic Table and instead I was inspired to write a Chinese story until 1am... which I can't post it in here, characters too obvious plot too ambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PURELY A FICTION K BUT VERY VAGUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9630.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LRT partner Nobita who also serves as my FOC bodyguard, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/F6Orientation%20260708/DSCN9627.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take a picture with Mr. Angel Gray Fox because he left early to watch &lt;i&gt;Red Cliff&lt;/i&gt; with his form 5 friends and Miss Super Cute Genius Ah So Siu Jeen who left early for no reason :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NERDS WITH NO KACHINGS TO BUY CONTACT LENSES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run, Nerds, Run!&lt;/i&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s An addition to the National Science Centre trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SI17ow7_hSI/AAAAAAAAADI/cmL06ZnKspA/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SI17ow7_hSI/AAAAAAAAADI/cmL06ZnKspA/s400/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227970682708526370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-3104493793617948024?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/3104493793617948024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=3104493793617948024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3104493793617948024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/3104493793617948024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/form-6-orientation.html' title='Form 6 orientation'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/SI17ow7_hSI/AAAAAAAAADI/cmL06ZnKspA/s72-c/Image026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1557708742894797392</id><published>2008-07-25T17:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:32:09.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>"Ice-breaking ice-breaking!"</title><content type='html'>We had our first class trip, and guess where we headed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low maintenance National Science Centre, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to first &lt;i&gt;listen&lt;/i&gt; to an Animal Science talk then proceed to wander around the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we ended up just &lt;i&gt;hearing&lt;/i&gt;, talking, laughing... and me being teased at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The worst thing of being talked about is not being talked about&lt;/i&gt;, Oscar Wilde said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ain't complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides he ain't that bad, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Meet Mr. Tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/ScienceCentre%20240708/DSCN9599.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/ScienceCentre%20240708/DSCN9594.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Jun Fai from SMKTS; Ding Sheng, who is 364 days older than me lol; Yuk Hoong from Sri Utama to La Salle; Qi Xiong, our beloved teddy bear Nobita KT who is extremely soft-spoken; Kiang Boon, one of the quality guys (ahem) with his distinctive blue-framed glasses and political thinking.&lt;br /&gt;And Bio class girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/ScienceCentre%20240708/DSCN9607.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tze Siang, our beloved PKT, whose name when I speak of makes me think of Fox :P With Chian Ping, Victor and Kong Sime at the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/ScienceCentre%20240708/DSCN9608.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L-R) Kwan Seng, who never fails to remind me of Fox, again; Yuk Hoong; Kar Jun, whom I have nothing to add, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/ScienceCentre%20240708/DSCN9612.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, with passer-bys Yuk Hoong, U-Phun the Bendahari, and Qi Xiong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/ScienceCentre%20240708/DSCN9601.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L6S, 3 MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, HE's somewhere in there, LAWLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one of my Angels today! His nickname is Gray Fox (you can pretty much imagine my reaction when I saw his nickname, hehehe) and he's a Physics class guy and he speaks English to me :) And I like him cuz he gives me Peanut Butter cookies, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he owes me my &lt;i&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/i&gt;, he is a freaking fast reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning, his handwriting reminds me of yours, if you still write like how you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School band rehearsal today was alright, I found it quite messy, their movements. And the second song sorta boring, tidak bersemangat, third song was a burst of chromatism, contemporary, a beautiful finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna watch the competition at Stadium Merdeka, 30th July, Wednesday, 8-11pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what's the dress code?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red, white, black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Dynamitez?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1557708742894797392?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1557708742894797392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1557708742894797392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1557708742894797392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1557708742894797392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ice-breaking-ice-breaking.html' title='&quot;Ice-breaking ice-breaking!&quot;'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-7146879040736771047</id><published>2008-07-25T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><title type='text'>Jo, Jo, Jo, dear Jo :)</title><content type='html'>Hi, how have you been lately? I am fine, thank you very much! (I'll just assume you asked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not seem as enthusiastic about your college, or was it because we did not have the chance to talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, school's been fun. (Again, I assume you asked.) Friends, well, I'm not sure whether I have any yet - I seem to get fussier day by day - but yes, I have been laughing and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I just think of what had happened for the last two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, ain't it? It flies so fast that we were unable to catch up with it. We might not be soaked in memories, but we are still dripping in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I still miss the good ole' times we (used to) have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, many special, ordinary things that have happened to me, and some are related to your - our - favourite subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, no, I ain't showing off, I'm just self-indulgent, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do not tell you about them, mainly because I do not remember them at the time of our conversations. (No, my dear Jo; I do not have a crush, nor are they cute, exterior-wise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many times, I wish to bring you and Waning along to my school. We'll sit at the third row, not paying attention to the teachers as we chat, laugh, sing, joke the day away, and then take the LRT to KLCC and be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I miss our insanity, our naïveté, us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer feel depressed. I am happy, I think. I hope you are, too, and that you do not miss us the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated eighteenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;22/7/08&lt;br /&gt;Tues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-7146879040736771047?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/7146879040736771047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=7146879040736771047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7146879040736771047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/7146879040736771047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/jo-jo-jo-dear-jo.html' title='Jo, Jo, Jo, dear Jo :)'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-2307322351319680835</id><published>2008-07-19T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T16:37:38.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibberish'/><title type='text'>Blahs!</title><content type='html'>Saya sekarang sedang curi-curi online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption and politics and kachings and psychology and adolescence whatever are killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are due like, Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even study since Friday :( (Meet suddenly-very-rajin-for-no-reason Win Zee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a bloody HUGE bloody red Royal Gala apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Bloody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now as stuffed as a yong tau foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-2307322351319680835?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/2307322351319680835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=2307322351319680835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2307322351319680835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/2307322351319680835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/blahs.html' title='Blahs!'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-6591697692271964820</id><published>2008-07-19T12:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><title type='text'>Sweet Talk 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;/i&gt;, Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aka Moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the rose from the vase and gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. I led her to the mirror. "What do you see?" I gently placed my hands on her shoulders, looking at her reflection looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. "You, me, and the rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." I bent down and whispered into her ear, "Two of the most beautiful things in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled again and turned away shyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran up to her and led her away from the crowd to the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should know that I am not single."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am engaged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us ignore that." I smiled, and held her as we waltzed along with the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you not want to know my name?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither. What about mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am unsure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave it that way, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have we met elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed her hands on my shoulders as I placed mine on her waist and held her closer. She looked up and stared straight into my eyes, a questioning gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your guardian angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned forward to her mouth. "You are my Moon, my Sun," I murmured. I kissed her awaiting lips. "The centre of my Universe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admired at how her ace glowed under the moonlight. "My dear." She smiled and placed her hand on my cheek. She tip-toed and kissed me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rested her head on my shoulder. I placed my hand on the small of her back and swayed gently. "Let us elope, to a faraway escapade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry," she replied after a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and combed her hair with my fingers. She hummed a foreign song. "My mother used to sing me this song."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish she could see the both of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at the dark, starless sky. "She is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish she could grant the both of us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She would." She let her hands drop to her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed my hand on her cheek. "Then let us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She covered my hand with both of hers. "I hope I could."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody will know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will be happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped back and looked down at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know you are the reason of my Existence, my Living, my Death," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And without you, I am a living body with a dead soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her, and she looked back at me. Her eyes grew moist, with her sincere love and apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you remember this night, like I will?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forever will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not forget me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not forget us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands met, and I kissed the back of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted for the rest of our lives without saying goodbye. I glanced up at the moon and remembered the way the moon glowed like how she mesmerised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apparently I wrote this on Yen Pin's birthday... so I guess it's a birthday gift? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/7/08&lt;br /&gt;Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names obscured for personal reasons, lol. Guess which &lt;s&gt;is&lt;/s&gt; was mine, hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;The measurements &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be SO passé :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-6591697692271964820?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/6591697692271964820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=6591697692271964820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6591697692271964820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/6591697692271964820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-talk-101.html' title='Sweet Talk 101'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-4822829990658369076</id><published>2008-07-16T16:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:16:14.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Mused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;One Last Kiss&lt;/i&gt;, Madina Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGDNESS DO YOU KNOW THAT LANGUAGE WEEK IN CHS DAMN ROX K THEY HAVE BOOK FAIR WHICH TELAH MAKAN RM60.30 SAYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for my missing RM60.30&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;aka Umbrella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walks up to me when the crowd is starting to dissipate and asks of my transport back home. When I tell her that I will be going back home right after the activity by train, the usual small smile on her face instantly turns into a grin, showing her imperfect teeth, and she asks whether she can go back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me seem like a really nice, innocent guy &lt;i&gt;(No, he isn't. He tries to kidnap her)&lt;/i&gt; who does not reject people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her that it is fine by me, and she thanks me sweetly, like how she usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we might talk about on the way back home. We do not hang out or even talk in class, I am the quiet, unfunny one while she... I do not know how to categorize her, or any of the girls. She does not seem quiet, even though she does not make much noise in class either. &lt;i&gt;(In the end he categorizes her as a "real woman".)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waits for me outside the classroom and walks along with me. I asks her about her usual mode of transport, and she says even though she is able to take the bus alone or have her mother pick her up, she wants to try the train and prefers it, too; the problem is the way to the station, and she says she needs a partner to walk with and she is glad that we stay nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes out her folded umbrella from her elephant bag - I think she bought it from Thailand, maybe I will ask her - and open it. She asks whether I am willing to hold the umbrella for the both of us, since I am much much taller than her, and I agree. I am wondering whether she is taking advantage on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asks whether I usually go home like this, and when I say yes she nods in amusement. She asks the direction to the nearest shopping mall, and I point it to her and tell her the direction. She laughs and says she has no idea what I was talking about. Just when I was about to think I am bad at giving direction, she adds that she has absolutely no sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the middle of the afternoon so there are not many passengers. We sit and enjoy the cool air from the air-conditioner. The sunlight outside is glaring. She asks about the school, the teachers, the students, everything a new student will ask, and I just answer according to what she asks. For a quiet, demure girl like her, she is talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grab this opportunity and ask her the reason for her untalkativeness in class, and she covers her mouth with her hand naturally and apologizes three times, asking whether she annoys me. I immediately deny that fact, but maybe a little too quick, even though I do not mean it that way, because I sense that she withdraws a little. I regret for my speech that did not go through my brain and mentally hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says it is hard to look for crazy people. I blink my eyes out of amusement. Crazy does not seem like a word to describe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She casually drops the subject and asks me the reason I had decided to come to this school, and she tells me hers. I tell her that she does not sound like a native when speaking Mandarin, and she, surprisingly, agrees with me. I ask her whether she likes to read, and whether she plays any instrument, and she is surprised, the look on her face bright, amused and curious. I say it is the aura she releases. She does not seem to believe me, but she still seems happy. She is probably happy 24/7 anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach our station. She asks which direction I am going, and we walk for a distance before we part ways. She thanks me and gives me a vibrant smile, much radiant than the sun, and walk towards her house. The sun that shines on my head, suddenly I am unable to get used to. I miss her umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I forget to ask her where she bought her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/7/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Part deja vu, part imagination.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;x&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/DSCN1241.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm still here at PJ :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-4822829990658369076?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/4822829990658369076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=4822829990658369076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4822829990658369076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/4822829990658369076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/mused.html' title='Mused.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-1231364975532813039</id><published>2008-07-09T16:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T17:28:11.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music and Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Bliss. And goosebumps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmS41_JdVLg&amp;hl=en&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/jmS41_JdVLg&amp;hl=en&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;i&gt;Time to Say Goodbye&lt;/i&gt;, Sarah Brightman feat. Andrea Bocelli&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives me goosebumps. And the man is blind so he ain't staring at Sarah Brightman's anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/kplspm.jpg" width="500"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I should I should I :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp; Colleagues, Co. are trying to persuade me to take up the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of being literally no-one to depend on (except my uncle) is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But teaching &lt;s&gt;seems&lt;/s&gt; is unexciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we get some stinkin'-to-the-core teachers and we feel like stabbing them with a cake knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the times I want to be a better teacher than &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often have that kind of feeling though, like whenever I see a bad driver, or a rude condemned-to-hell customer, or a foul-mouthed student, or a smoking suicidal adult, or a lousy tour guide, or a- well just practically anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, even our &lt;i&gt;beloved&lt;/i&gt; Education Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a very vague idea of the lifestyle I crave for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I WANNA BE SLIM AND SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I wanna work like a crazy woman, and though I'll feel exhausted at the end of the day, I'll feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;Third, I WANNA BE RICH &lt;s&gt;and possess a cardiologist boyfriend&lt;/s&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, and of course the most important,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I wanna be happy with whatever I do.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I want to create an impact on children's lives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not paedophile k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids kids kids! So cute and annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've never given a thought about teaching, I don't know why, probably cuz my mom have always told us that she didn't want us to end up as teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/random%20pics/244011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh. It's like the yellow woods and two diverging roads, with no rewind button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can take a peekaboo at the future so that I'll at least have an idea on... something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how how how I wish life is like my 9-year-old, where I decide my future pathway without further hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only it's that easy, when it didn't occur to you that the decisions you make is affecting lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99% chances I'm gonna suffer for 1 1/2 years though, for the 0.1% chance of getting to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Now that I've browsed around on scholarships for STPM students, I feel like rotting at home. Stupid world.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I'm off studying DNA... literally cracking my head... for the third time today... ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, if Kids Next Door were to rule the world, how would it become?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be ignorant and just focus on racist scientists and rats. Ah, &lt;i&gt;faux bliss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-1231364975532813039?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/1231364975532813039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=1231364975532813039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1231364975532813039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/1231364975532813039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/bliss-and-goosebumps.html' title='Bliss. And goosebumps.'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8286769.post-8582795890867491789</id><published>2008-07-04T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T12:14:11.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camera lens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHSian'/><title type='text'>Sucrose + Sodium chloride</title><content type='html'>*waves* Hi CHSians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's Supposed to be Love&lt;/i&gt;, Ayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE FROM MY CLASS KNOWS THIS BLOG'S EXISTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE DIE DIE HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like the what b*tch of the century or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;I hope they didn't read the previous posts, teehee.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cannot write secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok seriously, I'll have to be more careful while writing you know I mean OMG HAHA I don't know why I have to be careful I mean it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;happy 18th Shu Zhen :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/july.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's July. Have you done anything?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 more inches to lose, hahaha.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our practice of acid-base titration. What was ludicrous was that SM and I mixed up alkali and acid. So we ended up doing the whole thing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn genius la us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our pipette filler. It substitutes our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/pipettefiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;i&gt;I did CPR/gave my first kiss with/to the freaking pipette.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not gonna be a pharmacist maaannn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, &lt;i&gt;making out with a pipette instead of a cute doctor&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schwann Cell said I sing very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teeheehee, thank you la :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I don't sing that loud. No-one as crazy as me to embarrass/show off together-gether la, maturity, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES FELLOW CHSIANS (if you're reading this, somehow) I SING LIKE CHRISTINA AGUILERA MANNN, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was part-humming part-singing to myself because I was bored with Maths and Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid protein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he was like asking Chin Peng, "Eh did you hear her sing?"&lt;br /&gt;"No." (Ignorant. LOL. JK.)&lt;br /&gt;"Very nice weih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/calculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloop-ish.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often mix up my and SM's calculator. Ok actually I mix up my and everyone else's calculators. So I had to resort to &lt;i&gt;childish ways&lt;/i&gt; to identify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculator doesn't have a name la. But I depend on it more than ever, even for factorisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lazy laaa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I start to think that everyone is trying to dig up something from me, I mean probably among the new students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST BEING PERASAN LA K LET ME ENJOY THE FAUX ATTENTION HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/nametag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard what you said just now. You wanna be a librarian, is it? Ah, I know you were a librarian in your last school. See, I know everything about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even let me ask questions lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I decided not to be one anyway, hahaha. Their job looks tedious. Some more no special uniform, just a green tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Chinese school tends to not to waste money on "unnecessary stuff".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/hornylayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to wonder what the scientists were doing.&lt;br /&gt;Eh wait, I think that sentence should be "I start to wonder what Win Zee's brain is doing most of the time."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the library. Ooh my first trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was huge, oh yeah, really huge. No sarcasm intended. But fiction so little la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally a Pusat Sumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then us girls who sat at the same table started to talk about who is the cutest guy in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No we didn't participate, just listening. And laughing. And discussing. Blahs, lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it was this guy, and then we were like uhhhhh. Cuz I mean there aren't any in our class. Or in form 6, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oops.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatively, well, yeah, he is the cutest. &lt;i&gt;Relatively.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic word. I know. What to do. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/correctionpen.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official barang larangan none of us care to not to bring.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think guys in CHS are really friendly lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I think the not-so-friendly-ones have gone to college, the more banana ones. It is possible, cuz quite a percentage of the lower forms speak in English, some even speak Mandarin like a banana OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right we were doing this, uhmm, research for the HELP Psychology Challenge at the library today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Psychology is a cruel course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Poor, poor monkeys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I printed out the requirements for the essay writing on a piece of rough paper, more exactly behind the draft of my pretty pretty programme note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ZH took the paper from me. Oh wait he didn't return to me... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he came to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys sat quite far. I have a feeling they're shy, LAWLS. Who knows what they were talking about, probably who is the cutest/sexies/prettiest girl in class, hahahaha. Mmmm, wait I think they do not consider girls as... girls. More like competitors. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/hppouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd official barang larangan none of us care to not to bring.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I bring it to school, sometimes, hehehe.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right ZH approached me and asked 你考到第几了 and then I was like huh cuz I don't understand what he meant cuz that was precisely how he asked. And apparently he was asking about my piano grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo paiseh la, I don't play very well, nor do I sing very well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet la! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I could've fall in love with all the sweet guys in my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weakness for sucrose. Yes, &lt;i&gt;even sucrose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows what I'll do when I'm facing fructose... probably kneel on the floor and hang on to his feet, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the counselling room and asked about the PRS club, in English. I, eh, actually forgot that they can speak Mandarin. It was only after the afternoon sessions looked at each other that I realize they are probably more fluent in Mandarin than in English, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrs sorrs, it's the DJ culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v702/suisei-/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you get when you put Win Zee in an enclosed vessel with a lousy digital camera, a hot sun, a boring Chemistry/Biology/Maths book, and, uh, random things.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QX is like also, uhmm, tak tau macam mana nak cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling my sister can hang out with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about his mentality age k! It's just his personality I think, LAWLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We call monitor KT and assistant monitor PKT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh last night I received this SMS from my ex-colleague. He's really weird wan la so nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN THE LAST MESSAGE I RECEIVED WAS SO LAUGHABLE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was folding my letter to one of my Angel (will explain in the future, if things get interesting... though probably it won't) blankly. I just blanked out... like usual. Lawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when I read that message I was laughing silently and WTF-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oooh, if Schwann Cell knows I swear...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's SO out of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do: Reorganize my tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8286769-8582795890867491789?l=bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/feeds/8582795890867491789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8286769&amp;postID=8582795890867491789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8582795890867491789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8286769/posts/default/8582795890867491789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloop-de-winzee.blogspot.com/2008/07/sucrose-sodium-chloride.html' title='Sucrose + Sodium chloride'/><author><name>Sofia.Zee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16881569029912014405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_PH0_e-J_kyY/S4EKXWPlQ5I/AAAAAAAACHU/OMOFU1dzZcY/s576/DSCN6971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
