<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216</id><updated>2011-10-16T09:54:24.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly with me...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-7757375105720786377</id><published>2011-10-16T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T09:54:24.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends for me.</title><content type='html'>What's your definition of a good weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my definition of a good weekend is a DVD, loads of rest and sleep, a little shopping and loads of time spent with loved ones. It wasn't really the amount of partying that one can do or how much time you spent on getting wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a productive weekend. I caught up with some beauty sleep. Rolled around in bed doing nothing, best feeling in the world, especially when it's raining just outside. Tucked in bed with the air cond blasting and a romantic comedy playing on the laptop. That also includes Mc Delivery for supper! Of course I finished my laundry, washing and ironing for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is usually more fulfilled with a dinner with the boyfriend. This was a couple of weeks ago at Sanbanto at SS2. The boyfriend loves the pork burger and I stole a bite or two from him, admitted, it is scrumptious! I've been there twice and I've tried other items on the menu, but I swear I'd order the pork burger the next time around.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ESb6biB0M/TpsH3FqzluI/AAAAAAAABdg/VKDD8Bj_aPc/s1600/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1BHAfMl4w/TpsCag3RHZI/AAAAAAAABdU/YdlNXWcQqaM/s1600/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1BHAfMl4w/TpsCag3RHZI/AAAAAAAABdU/YdlNXWcQqaM/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664123610870128018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tied up hair and hairband. Cropped top and denim shorts unseen, for a Sunday dinner with boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-aJXD_ViOM/TpsCZ1NyY2I/AAAAAAAABdM/c-ryzrN3tKI/s1600/IMG_1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m-aJXD_ViOM/TpsCZ1NyY2I/AAAAAAAABdM/c-ryzrN3tKI/s320/IMG_1088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664123599153423202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My BHLT sandwich, my pick for the night. Must say I enjoy my usual BMT from Subway more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1MVOH6-iKk/TpsCZwan8TI/AAAAAAAABc0/uMf801rIkpI/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h1MVOH6-iKk/TpsCZwan8TI/AAAAAAAABc0/uMf801rIkpI/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664123597865087282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boyfriend with his pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is usually summed up with a facial session at home. That means cleanse, scrub, steam and mask! This screams for a product review! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you out these who believes in a hydrating mask? It is one my staple steps in my facial routing besides the cleansing mask (which I am using the Clear Improvement Deep Cleansing Mask by Origins, refer to my post before this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin becomes dull for many reasons. The environment, the unhealthy food, lack of water intake, stress. But this sleeping mask has helped me so much in tackling my problems with dull skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for a great hydrating mask for the longest time. It need not be a sleeping mask, but surely it is an added advantage. But the danger about sleeping mask is that it may be too hydrating for our skin or it's sticky and may stick to our pillow cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my colleague introduced me to this, I was skeptical and took my own time to read its reviews online. This product seem to have no negative remarks for it! I just had to try it before I concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXNPWsNHHuk/TpsCZvGzNFI/AAAAAAAABck/wTev5-o6xNo/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SXNPWsNHHuk/TpsCZvGzNFI/AAAAAAAABck/wTev5-o6xNo/s320/IMG_1135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664123597513503826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Laneige Water Sleeping Pack.&lt;br /&gt;Price: RM100 for 100 ml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price not too hefty for a sleeping mask as you will only need very little for each application (refer to pic below, smaller than a 10 cents coin). It does come along with a spatula for you to get the mask out of the tub. A tub will probably last me around 6 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ESb6biB0M/TpsH3FqzluI/AAAAAAAABdg/VKDD8Bj_aPc/s1600/IMG_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2ESb6biB0M/TpsH3FqzluI/AAAAAAAABdg/VKDD8Bj_aPc/s320/IMG_1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664129599344449250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn't leave a sticky or oily texture on your face. You don't see instant results after application but when I wake up after a night of having the Sleeping Pack on my face, my skin is supple and extremely soft. This lasts for at least two to three days. I use the Sleeping Pack at least 3 times in a week. It has really made a difference to my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have pimples on neck but nowadays, after scrubbing, I wipe off the excess mask I have on my hands on my neck. I must say it has made a difference! Less bumps on the neck as well. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mask is a crucial step in my facial routine, I cannot miss doing my mask or moisturizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to hit the sack like, right now or I'd feel like a zombie tomorrow morning. Sides, the amount of nonsensical items I have to clear from my bed before I sleep is....insane. My bed is in a mess. IT'S MON-FUCKING-DAY TOMORROW! URGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! More updates to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-7757375105720786377?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/7757375105720786377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=7757375105720786377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7757375105720786377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7757375105720786377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekends-for-me.html' title='Weekends for me.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YB1BHAfMl4w/TpsCag3RHZI/AAAAAAAABdU/YdlNXWcQqaM/s72-c/IMG_1085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-3947976358435413340</id><published>2011-10-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T08:07:17.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy hauls for happy-popping!</title><content type='html'>I am clearly at my all time low. I can deal with anything but not a sudden pop of a big red acne above my lip! Ugh. I was thinking of doing a product review but then I need a dose of happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been taking a toll on me. My October and November schedules up to January will be nothing short of packed. Loads of traveling and crazy back to back flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a happy post of my hauls for the past two weeks! Nothing makes me happier than shopping and having better looking skin (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZt8XPkZEQ/TpRYIho4wAI/AAAAAAAABcY/Tfa5mb8D2IA/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZt8XPkZEQ/TpRYIho4wAI/AAAAAAAABcY/Tfa5mb8D2IA/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662247535003615234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg bought an RM60 acne spot remover by Origins and it stings like hell. I think I am extremely sensitive towards this acne gel. Facial steamer from Watsons, great buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5_oSHSn8m4/TpRX34m5V3I/AAAAAAAABcA/GO8ZqpxZfKY/s1600/IMG_1097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h5_oSHSn8m4/TpRX34m5V3I/AAAAAAAABcA/GO8ZqpxZfKY/s320/IMG_1097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662247249111504754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loves. Loafers. Period. I have three pairs, what say you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8ZVsfMGims/TpRX3S_Iz_I/AAAAAAAABb4/yGIzih9Zjhg/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I8ZVsfMGims/TpRX3S_Iz_I/AAAAAAAABb4/yGIzih9Zjhg/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662247239012634610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorable earrings from a stall in the night market. The owl clearly looks too chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpFZ2U6zlMk/TpRX3H7UzqI/AAAAAAAABbk/Uzwwx9cRQsI/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpFZ2U6zlMk/TpRX3H7UzqI/AAAAAAAABbk/Uzwwx9cRQsI/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662247236043853474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EniYUk41cFY/TpRX28JJzII/AAAAAAAABbc/sNCBxiBvl_o/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EniYUk41cFY/TpRX28JJzII/AAAAAAAABbc/sNCBxiBvl_o/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662247232880626818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obsessed over panties shopping for the past two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, can't wait till the week is over. I need some happy-popping time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-3947976358435413340?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/3947976358435413340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=3947976358435413340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3947976358435413340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3947976358435413340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-hauls-for-happy-popping.html' title='Happy hauls for happy-popping!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKZt8XPkZEQ/TpRYIho4wAI/AAAAAAAABcY/Tfa5mb8D2IA/s72-c/IMG_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6928500493118982039</id><published>2011-10-03T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T07:13:08.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Product Review] Clear Improvement Mask by Origins</title><content type='html'>I am back again, after a day. Fuh, improvement I must say. Hope the blogging mojo stays for awhile with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month was beauty product month for me as I was on the lookout for different skincare products. Since I started my working life, it has clearly taken a toll on my skin. There was the stress and there was also the make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months back, I started having break outs and spots and I thought it was only normal. The pimples were one after another and the boyfriend said it was cause of the bacteria from my hands and fingers as I was always fiddling with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took that into consideration and blamed it on my unhygienic habits. After months and months and months of living with bad skin, I sort of concluded, breakouts happen for a couple of reasons. They're not necessarily due to excessive sebum and oily skin, which most of us usually assumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakouts happen to people with oily skin due to the excessive sebum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It happens because our skin is dehydrated and isn't properly moisturized. When we breakout, we often presume it's the cause of excessive sebum, we wash our face more often and make sure it's oil-free at all times. We may be terribly wrong. Dehydrated skin may cause acne and dullness to the skin! Invest in a good moisturizer and keep your skin hydrated at all times! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes, the boyfriend may be right. Fiddling your face area may transfer bacteria from our fingers and hands to our faces. Be mindful also when you have a habit of only sleeping on one side of your face, yikes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Breakouts may also be because of wrong skincare products used! This is a really tricky part. There's no one ideal product which fits everyone's skin! And the worst thing, beauty products do not come cheap, no no. Remember to get samples from the beauty consultant and read up on the product online as much as you can before you settle in for one. Be really careful if you are sensitive towards products which has alcohol contents if you have sensitive skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Make up not removed entirely after a long day. It may clog your pores and cause mini volcanoes (pimples!!). Always always ensure proper removal of make up after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Imbalance hormones. Yes, the men annnnd the women both hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, how do I also ensure my skin is crystal clear? In all honesty, even my skin isn't crystal clear. I have spots, scars, acne and all Asian women nightmare, the oily T-zone. We'd talk about maintaining healthy skin in another post as I have a review for you guys today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite step in my facial routine would be the mask. I usually have three types of mask: hydrating mask, deep cleansing mask and sheet mask. Today I will be doing a review on a deep cleansing mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kihbi95DXg/Tom20I3AxTI/AAAAAAAABbU/FGmQHVG28lQ/s1600/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kihbi95DXg/Tom20I3AxTI/AAAAAAAABbU/FGmQHVG28lQ/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659255413615412530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clear Improvement by Origins - Active Charcoal Mask to clear pores&lt;br /&gt;Price : RM 100 for 100 ml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this off the rack two weeks ago. I have been contemplating to get the Aesop Primrose Deep Cleansing masque; but spending RM145 for a face mask is pretty hefty, sides I do not really know how the results would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was torn between the Clear Improvement mask, the Out of Trouble mask (by Origins as well) and the Rare Earth Deep Pore Cleansing mask by Kiehl's. Hours were spent on reading on these three masks and in the end, it was the Clear Improvement or Out of Trouble. I spoke to the Beauty Consultant at the Origins counter, and she said my skin isn't producing excessive oil which cause the breakouts; thus, I really do not need such a strong mask like the Out of Trouble one. She advised me to go ahead with the Clear Improvement as I wear make up, I'd need to have a mask to life impurities from my pores from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the Clear Improvement mask twice a week at most, fearing it'd dry my skin out too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its texture is very clay like. It dries on after approximately 15 minutes or so. The very first time you put it on, it stings for a bit. But it didn't sting anymore after the first time, maybe my skin has gotten used to the mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two weeks, my blackheads are no longer that visible anymore. The breaking out problem is being controlled at the moment. My face feels strangely clean and soft the day after. This has to be accompanied with moisturizer after washing off though, for properly hydrated skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate this 7/10 for a deep cleansing mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon for another post on maintaining healthy skin! :D Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6928500493118982039?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6928500493118982039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6928500493118982039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6928500493118982039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6928500493118982039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2011/10/product-review-clear-improvement-mask.html' title='[Product Review] Clear Improvement Mask by Origins'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kihbi95DXg/Tom20I3AxTI/AAAAAAAABbU/FGmQHVG28lQ/s72-c/IMG_1065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-244299569812173330</id><published>2011-10-02T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T09:30:04.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running everywhere.....</title><content type='html'>Fuh. Blogspot is trying to mess with me. I typed a long ass paragraph and it just decides to die on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I blogged, I promised myself to keep up with my own blog. I failed, miserably. Everytime I thought of penning something down, something bogs me down and 'I-will-do-it-some-other-day'. I've got this long list of excuses on why I have no time to blog. So today I shall do myself a favour and blog whatever crap happened...in er...lol...past one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, I no longer bring out a camera to everywhere I go. I only have my savvy little iPhone 4 with me at all times nowadays. Thus the lack in pictures. By the way, the iPhone 5 is soon to be released......and my frigging contract is not over yet! fts. What luck do I have. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with Sze Vien during our girly day out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SN7f4BI6y5c/ToiFZ7jcp-I/AAAAAAAABak/2tsylgZOodM/s1600/IMG_0984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919612320622562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SN7f4BI6y5c/ToiFZ7jcp-I/AAAAAAAABak/2tsylgZOodM/s320/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMsFAueJma8/ToiFZ2dOtBI/AAAAAAAABac/KXpEcC4hzdA/s1600/IMG_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919610952365074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMsFAueJma8/ToiFZ2dOtBI/AAAAAAAABac/KXpEcC4hzdA/s320/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up shot before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent frigging 5 hours in Pavilion. How the fug did that happen! Monetary damage was pretty bad that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhUYklZJ84/ToiFZt5OJwI/AAAAAAAABaU/YgJJSrJ0vlQ/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919608653850370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RLhUYklZJ84/ToiFZt5OJwI/AAAAAAAABaU/YgJJSrJ0vlQ/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Was my first at Tokyo Street! And boy were there loads of goodies up there. We didn't really scout around as we were already leaving Pavilion by then. Spent a fair bit of time at Charles &amp;amp; Keith, Sephora, MNG. I made sure she contributed a substantial amount to Malaysia's GDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB9Fh6duNO8/ToiFZciqFcI/AAAAAAAABaM/XirFyTvaz_c/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919603995809218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB9Fh6duNO8/ToiFZciqFcI/AAAAAAAABaM/XirFyTvaz_c/s320/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She's finally gotten a pair of flats and I have the same one in a different colour! Woohoo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the kind of person who'd mind a friend buying the same thing as I did, but I mind when you tell me it's not nice and you get it behind me. Fair nuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8BlHlw4rgY/ToiFEZuEBJI/AAAAAAAABaE/nRiXv7c0A68/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919242461086866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L8BlHlw4rgY/ToiFEZuEBJI/AAAAAAAABaE/nRiXv7c0A68/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random shot taken at Kiara Park while my family spent time catching fishes by the stream. Had so much fun! It was something different other being than the usual mall rat that I am. Spent hours in the sun (with the umbrella wtf) looking at the young ones getting overexcited over the mini fishes. We should really do this sometime soon again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sorry if my post seems a bit 'jumpy' from occassion to occassion. lol. As you know, I haven't blogged for quite awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie date with the boyfriend. Caught The Smurfs with him at Tropicana City Mall. Love hate relationship with Tropicana Mall. Nothing to shop, but the cinema is pretty useful. Plus there's Carrefour. Easy to grab groceries while I am there. But shopping there sucks. Yes, I repeat, shopping there sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43gqkaGQLTU/ToiFEIk1_UI/AAAAAAAABZ8/2avJ1mPYl14/s1600/IMG_1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919237859016002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-43gqkaGQLTU/ToiFEIk1_UI/AAAAAAAABZ8/2avJ1mPYl14/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haven't done this for quite awhile, huh? Outfit picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cropped biker jacket from Kitschen. Long top (fits as a dress cause I am short like that) thrifted from Cotton On's sales corner. Love the lazy feel the outfit gives. Sides it is so easy to throw on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless to do a Smurfin' review on the movie right now right? I loved and hated it the same time. It was not a really good time for me and the boyfriend. I hate times when we're not lovey dovey (we're good now though!). But the movie was really uplifting! Go buy a DVD if you haven't caught it....not that I am encouraging piracy, but I myself love pirated DVDs. lol. I love curling up in the bed on a Saturday night catching a romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIf2KiLlylQ/ToiFD6WjmyI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nK0j1BSoEIo/s1600/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919234040994594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xIf2KiLlylQ/ToiFD6WjmyI/AAAAAAAABZ0/nK0j1BSoEIo/s320/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Face shot. :D Apologize for being vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uduPFcMAHSg/ToiFD4Bi_uI/AAAAAAAABZs/Zw17WkVXTpY/s1600/IMG_1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658919233416003298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uduPFcMAHSg/ToiFD4Bi_uI/AAAAAAAABZs/Zw17WkVXTpY/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random night out looking for dessert with the boyfriend. Ended up in Baskins as Delicious ran out of Chocolicious Sundae. I've been itching to try the Chocolicious Sundae as boyfriend said it's scrumptttttioussss. But no, Delicious just has to mess with my foul mood. I visited Delicious in 1u twice, and they apparently have ran out of stock for the sundae....TWICE! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still waiting to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to blog. But it's late now, and I should really catch up on some sleep before the week starts again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been stocking up on facial products, beauty products, skincare products. And I thought of doing reviews soon enough. You see, I have monthly moods for buying sprees. Last month was obviously facial products month. Oh.....shoes too. This month is panty buying month! ftw. Will update on my hauls soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingers crossed, I hope I will be able to keep up with this blogging spirit. Till then! Take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-244299569812173330?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/244299569812173330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=244299569812173330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/244299569812173330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/244299569812173330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2011/10/running-everywhere.html' title='Running everywhere.....'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SN7f4BI6y5c/ToiFZ7jcp-I/AAAAAAAABak/2tsylgZOodM/s72-c/IMG_0984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1593546567180287953</id><published>2011-08-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:46:36.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>raya stretch.</title><content type='html'>i had such a long day! today was BBQ with the family. tres fun! though was just a satay pit we used, we had so much food, we could feed a village! had a heineken with the boyfriend and my brother in laws, felt like a man! but now i am so sleepy, about to dose off soon. took an annual leave today so i could enjoy a long ass stretch of holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what have you been up to lately? with all the sales going around, can't resist the temptation to grab a few items, all under budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4NrwTaE0sQ/Tlu04kZh19I/AAAAAAAABZU/sp2M2EGfUmg/s1600/IMG_0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646305441775474642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4NrwTaE0sQ/Tlu04kZh19I/AAAAAAAABZU/sp2M2EGfUmg/s320/IMG_0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; awesome buys from jaspal, got a lace corset at 60% off! hubby loves it to the max lol. for the much apparent reason. ballet flats because heels may stress my back a bit over the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been crazy over accessories! even asked my sister to bag a few from jungceylon when she visited phuket last month (or was it june?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vs3U2BLjBgI/Tlu04qTyFzI/AAAAAAAABZM/MzUtWUaming/s1600/IMG_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646305443361986354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vs3U2BLjBgI/Tlu04qTyFzI/AAAAAAAABZM/MzUtWUaming/s320/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love all things feminine, so i got roses, thrifted from lowyat.net, earrings and layered rings from forever 21, bracelets from a stall at jungceylon, pearls from the filipino market in kota kinabalu (when i was there last month), budddderfly ring from olio folio! my favourite has to be the cute ass fat ring from a stall in curve's flea market! ah! how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEuqTd4tzQo/Tlu04ShpLBI/AAAAAAAABZE/XIbWMCD3PQc/s1600/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646305436977671186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEuqTd4tzQo/Tlu04ShpLBI/AAAAAAAABZE/XIbWMCD3PQc/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looks like a multicolored mushroom! i heart my new ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other updates on things i've been doing. been having loads of girlie outings. desperately needed times like our girlie outings. bucketful of laughters and loads of girlie talks. me likes! then again, good girlfriends are hard to come by, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7WBS742ow/Tlu0qLRMj2I/AAAAAAAABY8/PlZX1M4FkPY/s1600/IMG_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646305194511470434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7WBS742ow/Tlu0qLRMj2I/AAAAAAAABY8/PlZX1M4FkPY/s320/IMG_0858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; girl's night out at bakita, changkat bukit bintang with vien and some other colleagues and ex colleagues of mine. thought it'd be fun for an all girls' night out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKsE31DDjbQ/Tlu0qNI8TlI/AAAAAAAABY0/nKoXBXJ0OdE/s1600/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646305195013721682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rKsE31DDjbQ/Tlu0qNI8TlI/AAAAAAAABY0/nKoXBXJ0OdE/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; melina and sophia. didn't get particularly wasted on that night. but since i was driving, i was worried about road blocks, ugh. times like this during this ramadan month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;floral corset from pull &amp;amp; bear and leggings. comfy outfit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLlDZ3V_IY/Tlu0p61hUPI/AAAAAAAABYs/8F0I9e_ILWw/s1600/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646305190100422898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MLlDZ3V_IY/Tlu0p61hUPI/AAAAAAAABYs/8F0I9e_ILWw/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mah girls! lol. had a fantastic night out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;other days out with vien. love this babe of mine. always there any minute any day! desperately had to go to bershka during its opening day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly, i didn't like anything about bershka. their clothes would suit age range of 16 to 20. but not when you are an working adult (ugh i feel old). tad too funky, but still their slim fit pants are quite affordable i must say. one thing i like most is their range of shoes! omg!! gorgeous, but like all gorgeous shoes, it hurts. will get a pair someday, but just not today. lol. from workmanship point of view, just not up to par. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting patiently to find something in bershka i would fall head over heels for, then i'd get it! bershka, why you no make something i really really like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also patiently awaiting for uniqlo's opening in 1utama! :D if you haven't seen 1utama for some time, you should take a look at the newer old wing now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk3QyBfvd1g/Tlu0dW-H4VI/AAAAAAAABYk/Fh82TDIz5FI/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646304974314398034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xk3QyBfvd1g/Tlu0dW-H4VI/AAAAAAAABYk/Fh82TDIz5FI/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; snowflake for supper with my sexy girlfwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, hubby!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646312913678478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j5BlnY7TkWs/Tlu7rfaBqyI/AAAAAAAABZc/hH-YuRF--5Y/s320/IMG_0869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;hbr1 brought me out for a dinner date at las vacas. recommended for meat lovers and burger lovers like my champion over here. loved the ambience but because we went during the ramadhan month, buka puasa time was packed! vowed i'd try the steak next time around. looks scrumptious! i had the lamb shoulders the first time there, and i have to say i loved it! i couldn't finish it as it was slightly too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so try las vacas out if you are a meat lover, i am sure you will love every second of it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;haven't been updating on my make up / facial regime since God-knows-when. so here's a short update! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7G2l4OM09Io/Tlu0czsLXNI/AAAAAAAABYU/EgUgZJDkiq0/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646304964843887826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7G2l4OM09Io/Tlu0czsLXNI/AAAAAAAABYU/EgUgZJDkiq0/s320/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; been on a shu uemura make up routine since January. can't really say i love it nor can i say i hate it. i am a bit torn, can you tell? when i first bought it, it gave me flawless skin and coverage. loved the cleansing oil as well. the face architect (liquid foundation), gives you matte coverage, and it feels as if you have not put any foundation on your face. their make up primer (the UV under base mousse, not sure of its full name) really helped with the oil control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but down the road, after five months of following this regime, i found rashes at the corner of the eyes. being the corner of the eyes, i was worried and seeked consultation from a medical doctor, wtf. he said it maybe the oil glands changing as we age (sigh, i am aging). i completely stopped using the shu uemura cleansing oil and the rashes has drastically subsided. once in a while, the rashes appear, so i am not sure if it's the cleansing oil, or it's just me. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been having some problems with my skin lately. i am practically at the lowest self esteem point in my life. i have been having such bad breakouts on my right cheeks. hubby said it is because i have itchy hands. i don't think so! scars are harder to get rid off these days, maybe cause of the age. sigh. i've been trying and slowly mending my skin problem. make up clearly isn't a solution. i've been off the make up for four days now! and my skin is showing some sort of improvement, very very very slowly but i can feel the difference. sigh, i have not used so much acne cream before in my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646304961260234642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aaq66LRThP8/Tlu0cmVxJ5I/AAAAAAAABYE/ISdZnks6VD4/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;changed my biotherm normal to combination range to the skin perfection range. but i think the cetaphil cleanser for acne-prone skin has helped me substantially. let's see two weeks from now if there's any improvement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646304962797334386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KvOGX0q28E0/Tlu0csEPb3I/AAAAAAAABYM/R87W_n-434w/s320/IMG_0971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lastly, you've got to try this body butter! my sister got this for me from Boot's in phuket but you can get this from any sephora outlet if i am not wrong. smells so damn scrumptious, you'd feel like eating yourself. but it is really really moisturizing for the skin if you tend to sit often in air conditioned places or if you have a habit sleeping in air conditioned rooms. as for me, i like to put it on at night as for me, because the night time is when my skin rehydrates for the very next day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hope you enjoyed my long ass post. need to pass out now because i'd be having another long day tomorrow. will try to keep updating as i've been losing my blogging touch lately. just cashed out from Nuffnang though! lol. if i don't get the cheque, i'd be so sad! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and if i have any muslim readers out there, selamat hari raya! drive safe, party safe and eat moderately! :D i'd be having my fair share of fun during this raya holidays too. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1593546567180287953?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1593546567180287953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1593546567180287953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1593546567180287953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1593546567180287953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2011/08/raya-stretch.html' title='raya stretch.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4NrwTaE0sQ/Tlu04kZh19I/AAAAAAAABZU/sp2M2EGfUmg/s72-c/IMG_0957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4187332911677852165</id><published>2011-07-10T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:00:54.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive hitback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And so, I thought I'd get back to blogging just for the sake of it. Then I thought of doing it all at one go and realize, crap, there's just too many pictures to be compressed in a post. From Christmas right up to Chinese New Year till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, this blog has never quite been a commercial agenda. It has always been sort of personal to me. Thus the name tinybabybolster because my baby bolster holds most of my memories. So this place, a place for me to keep track of events which happens in life. Then work kicks in, the amount of time I have in a day seemed to have reduced drastically. Then there's the common reason why people stop talking about their lives, why people stop writing, why people forget the joy of penning down and reminiscing about the times before. It becomes sad when I lost touch in life, lost touch with myself. And so I thought, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me all the best, and hope I keep up with the writing momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's bit and pieces, and there's really a whole load more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHkEjuWdO1k/ThnRuRsYFHI/AAAAAAAABX0/5R6vwlIYYJo/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627759802329863282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHkEjuWdO1k/ThnRuRsYFHI/AAAAAAAABX0/5R6vwlIYYJo/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Polka dot days with the girls. Sophia and Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYPR1YAPVW0/ThnQ4YDsR8I/AAAAAAAABXk/3uMy2RKF1EA/s1600/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758876325332930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LYPR1YAPVW0/ThnQ4YDsR8I/AAAAAAAABXk/3uMy2RKF1EA/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Levain, girlie tea time with Vien. It was her first time and you could see the excitement on her face. All girls love girlie tea time sessions, and plus the gossip, there's just nothing like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSbkNwrBbwo/ThnQ4N3E9RI/AAAAAAAABXc/5IpokyaKHEg/s1600/IMG_0643.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758873588069650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XSbkNwrBbwo/ThnQ4N3E9RI/AAAAAAAABXc/5IpokyaKHEg/s320/IMG_0643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Random shopping outing at Pavilion. Sincerely apologize for the terrible photo quality. Al taken by my iPhone4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91hpSHeWkq0/ThnQ3ju3lFI/AAAAAAAABXU/X-VQzbmCC0w/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758862279349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-91hpSHeWkq0/ThnQ3ju3lFI/AAAAAAAABXU/X-VQzbmCC0w/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; More girlie tea time with this woman. This time at The Loaf, Empire Shopping Gallery. Can't tell you how much I love The Loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jbN3OTNI5c/ThnQTmorrKI/AAAAAAAABXM/D1RndF6AD5c/s1600/IMG_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758244583419042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_jbN3OTNI5c/ThnQTmorrKI/AAAAAAAABXM/D1RndF6AD5c/s320/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; The usual crazy session at Subway with out Italian BMTs in our hands, laughing at random topics and the usual 'ohh-ahhs' which keeps us well entertained by each other. With my man. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there's those once in a while visits to Papa Rich. Some outlets are just so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627765491562696146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qEEVvUGd3xg/ThnW5bvLzdI/AAAAAAAABX8/U_BM6HI4_4Y/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gnb9p9H2fvM/ThnQS0GNCkI/AAAAAAAABW8/4vpSz0ccvww/s1600/IMG_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758231017032258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gnb9p9H2fvM/ThnQS0GNCkI/AAAAAAAABW8/4vpSz0ccvww/s320/IMG_0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54i9xNaeSgs/ThnQSrGt5eI/AAAAAAAABW0/hlGTLA4ViwY/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627758228603266530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54i9xNaeSgs/ThnQSrGt5eI/AAAAAAAABW0/hlGTLA4ViwY/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Absolute blurred out images. I enjoy my time with my hashbrown very much! Be it total silence over a cup of Java Chip or absolutely giggles over the dinner table or fighting over who offs the lights or the little arguments because just can't agree with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope I will be back soon enough to continue updating. I have tonnes of pictures to go. And so much more to tell. I wish I gave a shit about taking more pictures in life. lol. Have a good Monday, but how good can a Monday ever be! BLUEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4187332911677852165?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4187332911677852165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4187332911677852165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4187332911677852165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4187332911677852165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2011/07/massive-hitback.html' title='Massive hitback.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHkEjuWdO1k/ThnRuRsYFHI/AAAAAAAABX0/5R6vwlIYYJo/s72-c/IMG_0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4573788938916477697</id><published>2010-12-20T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:28:20.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite items bought in 2010!</title><content type='html'>hello earthlings! i usually appear and then disappear. i wonder if anyone ever reads this whole load of crap from me anymore. lol. then again, people just strangely disappear because they start working. i don't even get how people tweet and work, because it's just impossible for me to do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hold your horses, i will still appear magically once in a while here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day i was on the phone with my hubbers, and i said, i would really love to blog what are my favourite things which i have bought over 2010. not just my favourite, but prolly, what i put to use often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drafted out a list. not only a list, actually, three lists! i didn't find time to blog about it, until now! yay for me! i haven't got time and yes, it is not a good enough reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;items favourited are bolded and some may not come with pictures, read the words, earthlings! so ladies and maybe, if there are any gentlemen reading this (hi, hubbers!), this is my list of Favourite Bought Things of 2010 in random order. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552773347356515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8IdxGsI/AAAAAAAABVg/kHmr7Z7T7hE/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i bought this &lt;strong&gt;Guess watch&lt;/strong&gt; in a pair with hubby's. my favourite because i love leather strapped watches if you haven't known me long enough. gives a classy yet humble feel to its owner. i am not a big fan of metal watches. tends to look tacky and cheap, if you pick the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this baby is rm599 for a couple set. worth every penny because it can be worn formal, casual and whatever which comes to your mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8ZzwAZI/AAAAAAAABVw/9VZpmdPY4nI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552773352012120466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8ZzwAZI/AAAAAAAABVw/9VZpmdPY4nI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there are two things in the above picture which i adore. the &lt;strong&gt;Forever 21 stingray back dress&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Charles &amp;amp; Keith pair of pumps&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have no idea how many strangers have said 'nice dress' and i cannot be any much more proud of my black dress, lol. even my hbr1 loves it! i was watching antm one fine day and one of the contestents were wearing the exact same peplum dress. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most people will not pick the above pumps because it may look a fair bit eccentric. but i love it because it's sweet yet there's a very slight touch of class to it. the best plus point, it's HELL COMFY! i advised cynthia to get a pair in black, and she loved it so much she wanted to get another same pair. lol. worth every penny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then there's &lt;strong&gt;my small little Ferrari&lt;/strong&gt;! i bought a small Viva mid 2010 and i love the freedom which comes along with it. i see my hubby as i like and i go shopping in pavilion as i deem i should! when i am unhappy, i travel from 1u to curve to happi-fy myself. i love the freedom package. :) but i do not love how it squeezes my purse tight enough for the maintenance and all the parking. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8HhBfUI/AAAAAAAABVo/w_qNAorOpew/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552773347101736258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8HhBfUI/AAAAAAAABVo/w_qNAorOpew/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cotton on tank tops&lt;/strong&gt;! mighty useful because it goes with almost everything. pair it with a high waisted skirt and a cardigan for work. or jeans for play. shorts for the sun. this reminds me to grab news ones for the year. cotton on stuffs are not meant for durable use. however, i still love the fit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552773354206645618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8h-9zXI/AAAAAAAABV4/ZB2yh4WMdoY/s320/39109_414839611618_614121618_5158787_4196976_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black Charles &amp;amp; Keith short handle bag&lt;/strong&gt; (comes with long handle). if you are someone who will be starting work in no time, you will need a black bag. i love this because of its simplicity. :) and it was only rm 100!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p72nUT5I/AAAAAAAABVY/kyOHYgLZv5w/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552773342564732818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p72nUT5I/AAAAAAAABVY/kyOHYgLZv5w/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heavy Rotation liquid eyeliners&lt;/strong&gt;. i was walking around 1u one day and came across sasa. i love the Heavy Rotation liquid eyeliner (from Japan). it is a pen like eyeliner. glides easily and best of all, you can use normal make up remover to remove. :) rm 48 is worth every penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a &lt;strong&gt;Kate liquid eyeliner&lt;/strong&gt; there because my sister got back from Tokyo and only got me this. i tried it once, and really, it ain't too bad! i like how easy it is to put this one but the Kate liquid eyeliner is slightly harder to remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552773667533713586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9qOxN9cLI/AAAAAAAABWA/ZF7JsurxM48/s320/IMG_5887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my Mango slim-cut jeans&lt;/strong&gt;. before this i do not think i ever tried wearing jeans. i am terribly bow legged and any jeans would look very weird on me. and the length (i am short) of my legs do not help any much. i hated levi's because it is always too loose on me and i hated skinny jeans because it made my bowed legs even more apparent than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was at a random MNG sales and thought i should try this baby. and i haven't regretted since then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;last but not least, my favourite has got to be my &lt;strong&gt;iPhone 4&lt;/strong&gt;! my Blackberry Bold 2 obviously didn't quite make it close to my iPhone 4 because it doesn't have FaceTime, i love FaceTiminig my bubs! and there's the giant map on my iPhone 4 lol. there's only a tiny map on BB2. then there's Tap Tap Revenge and Veggie Samurai! lol. hahaha. this is getting lame, but do get your iPhones! then you won't feel lonely no more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so folks, i am sure you have a favourite list! i have another list of Most Useful Buys. But it may be sort of similar to my Favourite Buys. so maybe i will come up with a list of Essential Items To Have In Your Wardrobe. :) we'll see how hardworking i get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;signing off for a long day tomorrow. take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4573788938916477697?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4573788938916477697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4573788938916477697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4573788938916477697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4573788938916477697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/12/favourite-items-bought-in-2010.html' title='Favourite items bought in 2010!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TQ9p8IdxGsI/AAAAAAAABVg/kHmr7Z7T7hE/s72-c/IMG_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4476392973775105198</id><published>2010-11-14T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T07:02:31.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for perth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_y_ClrOUI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Zv5T4HxqooQ/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello everybody! i would've abandoned my blog but yap sze vien has summoned me on my facebook wall to blog. so i am here to harass you with an update, which really consists of nonsense. but follow me on twitter @ mcwaiyee to follow my life closely (i don't guarantee i will grant access, but let me know who are you. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are some random pictures taken over the weeks since i got my fawesome iphone. :) my bubs helped me sell off my blackberry, and now i am a proud owner of an iphone 4. i can't say i hate my blackberry, it's useful, keeps me updated on my work life when i am off work. hahahahaha. but i love the iphone because the games keep me occupied all the time. i now, do not feel lonesome anymore, wtf. and the most important aspect, the camera is awesome! i love the gazillion applications they have for photography. the FaceTime feature is tri-awesome because it means free video calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the random pictures i have for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_y-4qFDpI/AAAAAAAABVI/AcWLSxDG-gk/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539413228863688338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_y-4qFDpI/AAAAAAAABVI/AcWLSxDG-gk/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some of my awesome chick colleagues i work closely with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_xbiwAgoI/AAAAAAAABUw/uGPztVc0PIg/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539411522175926914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_xbiwAgoI/AAAAAAAABUw/uGPztVc0PIg/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on a random trip up genting where hubby and I spent hours on the iphone instead of anything else. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_xa2jShWI/AAAAAAAABUo/Qx7XK5AgYV0/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539411510311421282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_xa2jShWI/AAAAAAAABUo/Qx7XK5AgYV0/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my favourite photography apps in my iphone is the lomo cam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_xao3bPOI/AAAAAAAABUg/iybufeTzSrY/s1600/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539411506637782242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_xao3bPOI/AAAAAAAABUg/iybufeTzSrY/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mind not the irritating finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vsgCT0XI/AAAAAAAABUY/lMw5dW_02Ss/s1600/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539409614481903986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vsgCT0XI/AAAAAAAABUY/lMw5dW_02Ss/s320/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vsGyjedI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ZspLyK1pdec/s1600/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539409607704934866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vsGyjedI/AAAAAAAABUQ/ZspLyK1pdec/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then last week i spent shopping everywhere! considering the sales and what nots. first was the Zara warehouse sale which i went at 10 am and i was first to enter. the S sizes were abundant! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then was uniqlo's opening, where i hated everything about uniqlo. they have very pretty wool jackets and wool workwear which clearly isn't suited for the malaysian weather. other than that, i am not too impressed. spent 30 mins inside, got nothing and headed over to pavilion for some Forever 21, where i got the prettiest floral dress! whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vrgOomZI/AAAAAAAABUI/v4UD-dTm0Ys/s1600/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539409597353728402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vrgOomZI/AAAAAAAABUI/v4UD-dTm0Ys/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nope, i didn't line up for 3 hours. just 5 minutes! i was practically all geared up for lining up. i brought brownies, some work and even an umbrella, most importantly, a fully charged iphone4. yes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vrfQgvjI/AAAAAAAABUA/JYgO2nfp0dw/s1600/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539409597093166642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vrfQgvjI/AAAAAAAABUA/JYgO2nfp0dw/s320/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then there was my good friend's engagement. congrats, sweetheart! i haven't seen her for the longest time! :( makes me sad already. i shall beep her soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vrApszXI/AAAAAAAABT4/johIXeTo4Oc/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539409588877315442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_vrApszXI/AAAAAAAABT4/johIXeTo4Oc/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's all thus far. i will update with pictures from now onwards. i hope this keeps my lesbo friend from faraway perth happy. i know you're bored in the land of nowhere lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take care everybody! let me know if you want me to blog something specific. i guess if i had a specific topic i'd be more gungho to blog. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4476392973775105198?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4476392973775105198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4476392973775105198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4476392973775105198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4476392973775105198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-perth.html' title='for perth.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TN_y-4qFDpI/AAAAAAAABVI/AcWLSxDG-gk/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1532793564907798946</id><published>2010-08-31T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:26:30.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new skincare routine. :)</title><content type='html'>good day everybody! am back with another productive post. likely useful for the ladies, unlikely the men. i am sorry i promised to come back to blog the other day, but i guess i failed myself. lol. this was supposed to be up like 1 month back but i never seem to got to do it. lazy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back from my subway dinner with hubby(i love subway!), i thought i'd take the night off and blog not just about my updated skin care routine, but also my top 10 shops/brand/etc to shop at! but before i promise that, i shall promise myself to take more outfit pictures. hahaha. sure fail. i shall start tomorrow! sigh, plans to do my MC scripts have also failed because i stopped by facebook for far too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i changed my entire skin care routine probably 1.5 months ago. i realized i was all of a sudden having mad oily face. sigh. and it could be because my skin was already dry, adding on to that, i sit under an air conditioner all day long. thus too dry will cause skin to oil! i was using cleanser, toner and moisturizer for oily skin. i thought i'd change into something more hydrating. so i switched back to the entire range of biotherm aquasource.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0Wwh6-U-I/AAAAAAAABTo/Y9TDswrEq78/s1600/IMG_5987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511586541966611426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0Wwh6-U-I/AAAAAAAABTo/Y9TDswrEq78/s320/IMG_5987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; love the moisturizer! now i don't oil too easily. though i still oil. it's only normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0WwexZAsI/AAAAAAAABTg/vi9gU84n9A0/s1600/IMG_5988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511586541121110722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0WwexZAsI/AAAAAAAABTg/vi9gU84n9A0/s320/IMG_5988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; exfoliater. i love the smell of my apricot scrub! this is only rm18. scrub maybe once or twice a week, it'll give you healthier skin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was concerned over the 'pore' problem. maybe it's just an aging thing. but i hate pores and apparently pores are cause by oily skin (i don't buy that still). however, this pore sake serum by skin food doesn't work. it smells heavenly and even my boyfriend agrees to that. BUT IT DOESN'T WORK! boohoo! sigh. any recommendations for a good pore minimizing serum?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0Wv-0Y8fI/AAAAAAAABTY/1kryN_UWwUc/s1600/IMG_5989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511586532543754738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0Wv-0Y8fI/AAAAAAAABTY/1kryN_UWwUc/s320/IMG_5989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0WvTz90KI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ZnVWfAm82b8/s1600/IMG_5990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511586520999252130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0WvTz90KI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ZnVWfAm82b8/s320/IMG_5990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly would be the cucumber soothing mask from skin food. great for relaxation but doesn't do much after that. very very cooling! however, when i got the serum and this, the salesgirl gave me a couple of sample size black sesame mask and i LOVE that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0WvDLPFHI/AAAAAAAABTI/XPJrnsLVfIg/s1600/IMG_5991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511586516533449842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0WvDLPFHI/AAAAAAAABTI/XPJrnsLVfIg/s320/IMG_5991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but this is an amazing relaxing mask nonetheless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything else for my skin care routine remains the same, but a few acne products have changed though! lol. next up will likely be more outfit posts! yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1532793564907798946?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1532793564907798946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1532793564907798946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1532793564907798946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1532793564907798946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-skincare-routine.html' title='new skincare routine. :)'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TH0Wwh6-U-I/AAAAAAAABTo/Y9TDswrEq78/s72-c/IMG_5987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-8693043849248834075</id><published>2010-08-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T04:42:58.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hello!! yinwai asked why the sudden change of layout. changed layout, with hopes i will tend to blog more. :) i haven't even made time to blog about my new skin care routine fml. which i think i would do so by tonight. so i will make tonight my 'blogging' night. :D applaud my determination, but let's see if i get to doing it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are update pictures from weeeeeks and probably more than a month ago because i still have long hair in these pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510789341929564482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBtYW4aUI/AAAAAAAABS8/ME2ln8RCJNU/s320/IMG00235-20100731-1951.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;dinner at Fong Lye Hartamas. love the pig's intestines. hbr1 looks adorable here. heh. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBs_YmsyI/AAAAAAAABS0/VEhwswcb1vk/s1600/IMG00237-20100804-1909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510789335225905954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBs_YmsyI/AAAAAAAABS0/VEhwswcb1vk/s320/IMG00237-20100804-1909.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mef annual dinner with the colleagues. they make working life so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've thought of a full fledged outfit post. but everytime i go to work, i rush. i rush. i rush. i make no time to even take out my bb to snap. i've also thought of coming out with a post on where to get nice and affordable working clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBsueJCSI/AAAAAAAABSs/3g7U-VsLbFY/s1600/IMG00249-20100818-743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510789330685724962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBsueJCSI/AAAAAAAABSs/3g7U-VsLbFY/s320/IMG00249-20100818-743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cropped cap sleeved cardi : olio folio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pencil skirt : online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fat ass belt : cats whiskers only rm 20!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;white tank : cotton on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new hair : max lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was my second day with new hair! i got sick of my long, lifeless hair and one day just decided to get rid of it. clearly i am not the kind who can live with one hairstyle for the longest time. i like to go long and then short and then long and then short, and the story goes on. lol. i just need to make sure i can carry both long and short hairdos! lol. fickle minded much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBsMtH5AI/AAAAAAAABSk/_Xn6yahVsu8/s1600/IMG00254-20100828-2210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510789321621758978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBsMtH5AI/AAAAAAAABSk/_Xn6yahVsu8/s320/IMG00254-20100828-2210.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dress with big fat cincher belt : olio folio for only rm33! steal!&lt;br /&gt;eye bags : lack of sleep obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both hbr1 and i have found a new love which is tutti frutti! i love tutti frutti! and especially with the grape flavour, i am even more in love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be up with my outfit post soon enough i hope! considering i'm very gung ho to blog for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-8693043849248834075?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/8693043849248834075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=8693043849248834075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8693043849248834075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8693043849248834075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-layout.html' title='new layout!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/THpBtYW4aUI/AAAAAAAABS8/ME2ln8RCJNU/s72-c/IMG00235-20100731-1951.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-169921795711354600</id><published>2010-07-26T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T04:58:41.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TE14SBUCV8I/AAAAAAAABR0/JEgYwo8PEq8/s1600/39109_414839611618_614121618_5158787_4196976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498182971074697154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TE14SBUCV8I/AAAAAAAABR0/JEgYwo8PEq8/s320/39109_414839611618_614121618_5158787_4196976_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mia for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-169921795711354600?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/169921795711354600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=169921795711354600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/169921795711354600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/169921795711354600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/07/mia.html' title='mia.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TE14SBUCV8I/AAAAAAAABR0/JEgYwo8PEq8/s72-c/39109_414839611618_614121618_5158787_4196976_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-923155238489550303</id><published>2010-07-19T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T06:50:36.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled 002. indecisive.</title><content type='html'>haven't blogged for a very long time. it's almost bed time for me but decided to blog because if i don't do it now, i will never do it. hahahaha. already extremely sleepy at 9.34pm. working life, sigh. practically a rojak post because i have been up to nothing but work, work and more work and highlights of my week would be seeing yinwai during the weekends. fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pics from couple of weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERRV2i8ypI/AAAAAAAABRs/sT5BPk-OOxY/s1600/IMG_5953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606881160055442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERRV2i8ypI/AAAAAAAABRs/sT5BPk-OOxY/s320/IMG_5953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at meng yee's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at sze vien's farewell dinner, i think 2 weeks back.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERRVt6Km-I/AAAAAAAABRk/oDkzTKg2hjk/s1600/IMG_5959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606878841510882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERRVt6Km-I/AAAAAAAABRk/oDkzTKg2hjk/s320/IMG_5959.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQwJDUqfI/AAAAAAAABRc/ThBWy-i8EY0/s1600/IMG_5962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606233292646898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQwJDUqfI/AAAAAAAABRc/ThBWy-i8EY0/s320/IMG_5962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; her usual favourite dinner spot at chulo cafe. love the potato gratin, but it wasn't salty enough that night. had the orange roasted chicken (can't remember the exact name) but it was scrumptious. and yin wai's grilled chicken was also delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQv16iPWI/AAAAAAAABRU/14LkfOhCavY/s1600/IMG_5968-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606228155514210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQv16iPWI/AAAAAAAABRU/14LkfOhCavY/s320/IMG_5968-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQvr8RhvI/AAAAAAAABRM/7QOc_afwI2o/s1600/IMG_5971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606225478452978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQvr8RhvI/AAAAAAAABRM/7QOc_afwI2o/s320/IMG_5971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an ordinary weekend out with my other half. had yummy pepper lunch for dinner (ironic...pepper lunch for dinner!). still love pepper lunch, but the portion has just gotten smaller, sigh. also less beef strips compared to the last time i was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried tutti fruitti for the first time on the very same night! i liked it! reminds me n my other half of nelson's back in atria. how they had corn flakes in their ice cream. yum! but do remind me for not choosing such a 'differen't flavoured yoghurt the next time around. a tad bit too pricey though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQvUkJk5I/AAAAAAAABRE/HCoGYwP4xp8/s1600/IMG_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606219203253138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQvUkJk5I/AAAAAAAABRE/HCoGYwP4xp8/s320/IMG_5973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had muuuuuch fun last week cause yin wai brought me to bon odori! yay! this time around i got to sit on the grounds and eat whatever i want. food was YUM! i could have easily gulped up 3 bowls of udon. the udon was scrumptious! the down side of bon odori this time around would be...there's just too many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQu4tTk7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/m_blIYOBcPw/s1600/IMG_5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495606211725464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERQu4tTk7I/AAAAAAAABQ8/m_blIYOBcPw/s320/IMG_5977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; judge yourself. gosh. look at the amount of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really enjoyed my night though! nope, i didn't dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok time to hit the sack. will be up with a beauty post soon enough. before sze vien leaves! hahaha. muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-923155238489550303?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/923155238489550303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=923155238489550303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/923155238489550303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/923155238489550303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/07/untitled-002-indecisive.html' title='untitled 002. indecisive.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TERRV2i8ypI/AAAAAAAABRs/sT5BPk-OOxY/s72-c/IMG_5953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4740896733502251022</id><published>2010-06-27T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T03:43:22.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>starlight star bright!</title><content type='html'>so my hubby and i have decided to give i-city a visit many weeks back. but we found ourselves too often caught up with some other things to do. for eg, shopping fml. the first time i saw i-city was on vivien's blog, vvens.com. i adore that her pictures gave a very 'autumny' feel to it, considering the pictures were taken in the day and after in rained (not too sure if she ps-ed them). then i saw it in again in kim's blog (kiminpink.com), and she did have the same picture effects. therefore i really wanted to go in the broad daylight. but my other half wanted to see it in the night, so we went in the evening. great idea because we saw the transition of lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say it's too far. and definitely not too difficult to look for. perfect place for photoshooting. and also to paktoh, if you ever needed a place to bring a girl to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceoBFlqbI/AAAAAAAABQM/qUWdp2agbkE/s1600/IMG_5892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487388343809714610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceoBFlqbI/AAAAAAAABQM/qUWdp2agbkE/s320/IMG_5892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcen45EZsI/AAAAAAAABQE/bo4Nu86MFC0/s1600/IMG_5897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487388341609719490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcen45EZsI/AAAAAAAABQE/bo4Nu86MFC0/s320/IMG_5897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcenT2sqtI/AAAAAAAABP8/1Dd9WPaFbJg/s1600/IMG_5904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487388331667663570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcenT2sqtI/AAAAAAAABP8/1Dd9WPaFbJg/s320/IMG_5904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pictures with some pretty blooming flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcel2LrX6I/AAAAAAAABP0/nUT6u7gMU8c/s1600/IMG_5910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487388306522726306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcel2LrX6I/AAAAAAAABP0/nUT6u7gMU8c/s320/IMG_5910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candid pictures! very cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they also had buildings there. very sort of NZX at ara damansara if you remember (the place is now a ghostly town). they now have a steamboat and bbq place, gasoline (i likeeeey!) and...some cafe called orange cafe. many offices around. and they also have mobile restaurants (pizza hut on wheels!). very limited choice of food in that area. so if you really wanna dine there, i suggest, pack your own picnic bag, go early to book a bench! (if you don't like eating with a lot of malays, then forget this idea) being located in shah alam, this place is flooded with malays (i am not racist!) but haven't seen a lot of rempits, maybe a few potential ones, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so when driving around, becareful of motors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceLfHG_bI/AAAAAAAABPs/n3o0_N3DI14/s1600/IMG_5911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487387853652950450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceLfHG_bI/AAAAAAAABPs/n3o0_N3DI14/s320/IMG_5911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487387845500952402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceLAvhX1I/AAAAAAAABPk/FA4DuoMM-P8/s320/IMG_5917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceKiPypdI/AAAAAAAABPc/wHgyI5VfTOM/s1600/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487387837314803154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceKiPypdI/AAAAAAAABPc/wHgyI5VfTOM/s320/IMG_5927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chiffon top (teetoo), jeans (mng), bag (charles&amp;amp;keith) and shoes (not shown, brands outlet! comfy). have very comfortable shoes on, cause you gotta climb for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceKMc-upI/AAAAAAAABPU/iG96yl2dkuU/s1600/IMG_5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487387831464540818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceKMc-upI/AAAAAAAABPU/iG96yl2dkuU/s320/IMG_5931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahaha cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceJhvFXrI/AAAAAAAABPM/y3C3tOmW5uM/s1600/IMG_5933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487387819997748914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceJhvFXrI/AAAAAAAABPM/y3C3tOmW5uM/s320/IMG_5933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now you can see the lights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdHyOMKAI/AAAAAAAABOc/Asq0kth06r0/s1600/IMG_5935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487386690551818242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdHyOMKAI/AAAAAAAABOc/Asq0kth06r0/s320/IMG_5935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we headed back because i was dead hungry and there wasn't any nice food. hubby wasn't willing to have gasoline with me! very picky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdHflMovI/AAAAAAAABOU/GQ1qiU6bOts/s1600/IMG_5941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487386685548045042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdHflMovI/AAAAAAAABOU/GQ1qiU6bOts/s320/IMG_5941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some camwhore pictures in the car! what girls do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdG_NZS_I/AAAAAAAABOM/fF6KaLJCugU/s1600/IMG_5944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487386676858276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdG_NZS_I/AAAAAAAABOM/fF6KaLJCugU/s320/IMG_5944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hubby and i! finally. fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdGWSSMQI/AAAAAAAABOE/4hTpKO6S_WM/s1600/IMG_5946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487386665872929026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdGWSSMQI/AAAAAAAABOE/4hTpKO6S_WM/s320/IMG_5946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdF9sjIwI/AAAAAAAABN8/BMOUEPoAwWM/s1600/IMG_5949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487386659272205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCcdF9sjIwI/AAAAAAAABN8/BMOUEPoAwWM/s320/IMG_5949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sushi with hubby was awesome because i ate like a pig again! wheeeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there, my awesome possum weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4740896733502251022?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4740896733502251022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4740896733502251022&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4740896733502251022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4740896733502251022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/06/starlight-star-bright.html' title='starlight star bright!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TCceoBFlqbI/AAAAAAAABQM/qUWdp2agbkE/s72-c/IMG_5892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-568303777405577954</id><published>2010-06-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:57:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outfit post 001.</title><content type='html'>gosh, monday has come. it is going to be a really difficult week ahead for me. especially for a person like me who detests disappointing people. i never faced a farewell without tearing. sigh. but no matter how tough it is, it is a path i have chosen. will be a rough and very different path from the usual ones, but i really hope and pray things will go well. if things go well, i believe i will fly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TB44AkPx-jI/AAAAAAAABN0/DlBjB6GaRWc/s1600/IMG_5887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484882978564864562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TB44AkPx-jI/AAAAAAAABN0/DlBjB6GaRWc/s320/IMG_5887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i wished i did more outfit posts. but baby says my dressing sucks. so i cannot do outfit posts, i am not qualified, fml. before going to bed, i have to announce, mng is on sales! i got this pair of  jeans at a very affordbale price. i look rather short in jeans and i look very chubby at my thigh area when i have jeans on! but this one ain't that bad. right right right? very proud of my purchase today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, whole outfit from mng, except the bag (charles&amp;amp;keith, yapszevien) and belt (cotton on, thanks jack for the souvenir!) and shoes (not shown from opera).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TB43_kKuStI/AAAAAAAABNs/9EbjmKBfoMw/s1600/IMG_5889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484882961363782354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TB43_kKuStI/AAAAAAAABNs/9EbjmKBfoMw/s320/IMG_5889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outfit post today because it's different from the usual girlie clothes i have on. massively breaking out right now, hopefully i recover soon. sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-568303777405577954?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/568303777405577954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=568303777405577954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/568303777405577954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/568303777405577954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/06/outfit-post-001.html' title='outfit post 001.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TB44AkPx-jI/AAAAAAAABN0/DlBjB6GaRWc/s72-c/IMG_5887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-212013592371729150</id><published>2010-06-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T04:58:54.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>gosh. bad monday. i thought likely the parcel i'm receiving after work will cheer me up, but seems like no. the cropped jacket i ordered doesn't fit me! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am putting it up here. =( i love how it looks like, but it just won't fit my small frame. sigh. so if anyone wants this baby, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBYZBAFrz9I/AAAAAAAABNk/_9kX1FZrnNI/s1600/AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482597101364563922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBYZBAFrz9I/AAAAAAAABNk/_9kX1FZrnNI/s320/AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBYZAsIfItI/AAAAAAAABNc/mjiOK8TmWo0/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482597096007606994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBYZAsIfItI/AAAAAAAABNc/mjiOK8TmWo0/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going for rm 40. i bought at rm 50. ahhh, fml! fits UK8 best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uhuk-uhuk i want a nice cropped blazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-212013592371729150?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/212013592371729150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=212013592371729150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/212013592371729150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/212013592371729150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/06/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBYZBAFrz9I/AAAAAAAABNk/_9kX1FZrnNI/s72-c/AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-8072811447191704605</id><published>2010-06-12T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T11:37:30.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled 001. *giggles</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYBADI! how are you! hahaha. it is 2.21am now, and i'm dead sleepy. but thought i'd post something for the week. i had an awesome awesome fawesome weekend, thanks to @munyinwai! but i am feeling slightly down now because jacky cheung is playing on my playlist. such emotional and touchy songs (though i do not understand what he sings most of the time fml).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a very very long day today. tried to take a nap in the noon, but couldn't fall asleep. gosh. spent rm18 for a blow and dry at the saloon because i was just merely accompanying the hubby. urgh. wasted rm18. my life sucks. i just didnt want to sit there and wait. sides i was really lazy to wash my own hair (wtf?! lol). you see, i didn't wash my hair in the morning, hahahaha. zomg, dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the usual movie + date night out with hubby on a saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMlmyKKI/AAAAAAAABNU/bWhaYzu3B6M/s1600/IMG_5881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481952986600188066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMlmyKKI/AAAAAAAABNU/bWhaYzu3B6M/s320/IMG_5881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMZXONgI/AAAAAAAABNM/FqhRva4se3Y/s1600/IMG_5882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481952983313692162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMZXONgI/AAAAAAAABNM/FqhRva4se3Y/s320/IMG_5882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rushing the shit outta me is what he does best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMFE8bJI/AAAAAAAABNE/Q1TxRGrUrcU/s1600/IMG_5884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481952977868319890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMFE8bJI/AAAAAAAABNE/Q1TxRGrUrcU/s320/IMG_5884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; can't tell if i really liked karate kid the movie. touchy at some points. but realllllly draggy. felt like forever. the goddamn show was 2.5 hours. WTH?! i understand if it's lord of the rings! but, karate kid?!?! haha. but if you're bored to your wits, go ahead. moderate entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPLgAZhzI/AAAAAAAABM8/f503pP3YxJk/s1600/IMG_5877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481952967917143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPLgAZhzI/AAAAAAAABM8/f503pP3YxJk/s320/IMG_5877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nicely blown rm18 hair, fml, i hate you mun yin wai! rarrrr! i have been having crazy breakouts! i do not know why. =( so upsetting. so i've been trying some cream which dries out the pimple fast, but it's so drying, it dries the skin around my pimple. sigh. thanks to all those keropok at work, and all the peanuts and the lack of water. ahhh! does anyone know any miraculous cure?! i am moving into my new company soon and i don't want to be breaking out by then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes! i will be moving in no time! because of the hike in salary =) yay! and also a better position. though smaller company, definitely i feel it's a less stressful work place. happy workplace + higher salary + better position = new job! yay! so um, wish me luck? i've met my boss, very very nice laidback chap. hopefully he is kind. /fingers crossed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;till then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-8072811447191704605?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/8072811447191704605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=8072811447191704605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8072811447191704605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8072811447191704605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/06/untitled-001-giggles.html' title='untitled 001. *giggles'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TBPPMlmyKKI/AAAAAAAABNU/bWhaYzu3B6M/s72-c/IMG_5881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-3846045094059544910</id><published>2010-06-05T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T21:34:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a girlie thing!</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! after such a long hiatus, i believe i should compensate with something good. i don't believe this post will be something good for everyone, but it will serve the girls well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i started working, i've been scouting for random things all the time (shopping, ahem). and since i've been working, i find myself needing a lot of other nonsense! fml. read ahead to see what beauty items i've so far favourited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479505802142982002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdftFsn3I/AAAAAAAABME/RxfN908wSuY/s320/IMG_5852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the maybelline gel eyeliner. i believe i saw this gel eyeliner from a youtuber before. but i could never find it in malaysia. so when diana, my work buddy, was raving about how amazing this is, i had to go and see. i personally prefer using liquid eyeliners because they stay on the entire day and gives a dramatic effect instead of a smokey one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so instead of spending rm 70++ on a bobbi brown gel eyeliner, i found this sweetheart. and sze vien would love this! the maybelline gel eyeliner comes with its own exclusive brush (which i think ain't that exclusive cause it's not too good to use). it stays on the entire day and doesnt smear. bravo! extremely affordable at only rm 35+. good news for yap sze vien!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479505808693885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdgFfjeHI/AAAAAAAABMM/QYttcOM5vRA/s320/IMG_5854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i have seriously been living alongside this next item, which would be skin food's bb cream. it gives you the completely flawless skin (only if your skin is already 60% flawless lah). it is just seriously something which you've been using and will decide you can't live without it anymore. fml. not too costly, just rm 55 for a tube, which likely will last you 3 to 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which this, you will just need the bb cream + loose powder + blusher to complete a fair and radiant outlook (which is obviously fake, but do we care?). I swear by my bb cream! but live it aside on sundays so my skin breathes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479506493493682002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAseH8kjH1I/AAAAAAAABM0/scZJtmELxdg/s320/IMG_5855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the effects of the next product is nothing to shout about. we're talking about the vaseline's total moisture lotion. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE HOW IT SMELLS!! so does my boyfriend! however, the downside of this product is that, the moisturizing effect will not last too long. i still use it before i go to bed. but when i know i will be stuck in an air cond room for hours, i use the QV lotion, which is way moisturizing than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, this is only rm 3.90! steal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsd2oGlmuI/AAAAAAAABMc/TxiSifXVPdg/s1600/IMG_5858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479506195941530338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsd2oGlmuI/AAAAAAAABMc/TxiSifXVPdg/s320/IMG_5858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the face shop quick&amp;amp;clean first aid gel. makes a not too bad pimple gel. but really nothing to rave about because it's pretty costly. i can't remember too well, but it should be around rm 30 for a small tube as picture above! smells really nice, nothing like those oxy tea tree shit you people use and swear by, but never works. i still prefer my nexcare blemish patches (hearts long time yo!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479506202132943650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsd2_KvEyI/AAAAAAAABMk/lqGV3fvU5Zs/s320/IMG_5856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and still sticking to my ordinary skin care routine. i hate the moisturizer, it smells like mosquito repellent i use before i go into the jungle. =( but i love clinelle. it's one of the most affordable skin care products which actually works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsd2LYkq_I/AAAAAAAABMU/ARMW5dYxJU4/s1600/IMG_5859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479506188232338418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsd2LYkq_I/AAAAAAAABMU/ARMW5dYxJU4/s320/IMG_5859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; been shopping for shoes (and clothes) a lot! my small collection now has grown from maybe 3 pairs of flats and 2 pairs of heels up to maybe 10 ballet flats and 6 pairs of heels! still not a fan of sandals or slippers. anything with a bow or flower, my colleagues will say 'this is so marianne!', which is true. what a girlie girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still spend a lot of time hunting for working clothes! and pencil skirts! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdfWGDcCI/AAAAAAAABL8/ZJ1bxeoIg3k/s1600/IMG_5836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479505795970461730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdfWGDcCI/AAAAAAAABL8/ZJ1bxeoIg3k/s320/IMG_5836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is hubby, who wants an iphone 3g, but there's no stock at the moment! but hubby has gone crazy over clothes just like me! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdfE-9laI/AAAAAAAABL0/3i9_wDh061c/s1600/IMG_5837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479505791377315234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdfE-9laI/AAAAAAAABL0/3i9_wDh061c/s320/IMG_5837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner at d'italiane kitchen, i love the spicy beef bacon aglio olio! but hubby's smoked duck pasta was damn yummy too! da-yumn. i been packing a lot of fats at all the wrong places. how not to when hubby only feeds me with things like italiannies, and loads of cheese and loads of sushi zanmai. fml. i hate myself for not being able to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdewqmdWI/AAAAAAAABLs/rz27KgC8FqE/s1600/IMG_5850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479505785923204450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdewqmdWI/AAAAAAAABLs/rz27KgC8FqE/s320/IMG_5850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =) before dinner yesterday. i wished i had a picture of my high waisted pants, it's so uber cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-3846045094059544910?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/3846045094059544910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=3846045094059544910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3846045094059544910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3846045094059544910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-girlie-thing.html' title='what a girlie thing!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAsdftFsn3I/AAAAAAAABME/RxfN908wSuY/s72-c/IMG_5852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4893802572232383467</id><published>2010-05-29T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:59:47.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up.</title><content type='html'>hellllo everyone from up above and down below, wtf. i am back with a post, at least for now. the reason for my absence is that, the batteries for the camera has konked out. fml. and i am definitely too poor to get new batteries. besides that, i've been busy growing up. meaning that, i've been too busy with work, and when i am not busy with work, i am just tired. fml. as i grow older by each day, i take the camera out less often and use the BB more often. hahaha. so forgive me for the terrible pictures quality, they're taken by my BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still love the pictures by BB because my skin SEEMED flawless. it is unfortunately 100% not flawless. especially when i've been avoiding the h2o and consuming too much coke! fml. i am officially a coke addict, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, updates! i've been shopping too much lately, i swear. so for this month i've been buying things i need, rather than things i want. the hubby is right, he says what for buy when i only wear it like twice a wear. BUT OMG, I JUST WANT IT! it's ok, patience, wait for some goddamn sales. at the moment, i just really want brand new batteries. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtB28_bCI/AAAAAAAABLk/dmNIIdyQXMg/s1600/IMG00057-20100410-2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778500557859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtB28_bCI/AAAAAAAABLk/dmNIIdyQXMg/s320/IMG00057-20100410-2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pictures of me which aren't too new. it's been on fb since forever. but to show, i've been eating whole load of shit since i've started working. i've been putting on some pounds, all at the wrong areas. and my boyfriend is against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtAufa2MI/AAAAAAAABLc/eM0QGHxI4vs/s1600/IMG00164-20100528-2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778481106475202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtAufa2MI/AAAAAAAABLc/eM0QGHxI4vs/s320/IMG00164-20100528-2337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sides that, i've been spending insufficient time with my other half because we now have terrible working schedules. FOL! so we face SHIT at times, but thank god we make up pretty ok. considering the fact that we're bonded and tied up in many ways! (hahahaha LAUGHS OUT LOUD!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's a confirmed official trip to Phuket with the rest in January. yummy! (don't know what so yummy, i hate islands, they are boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtAJto8GI/AAAAAAAABLU/qSa7krjeX0Y/s1600/IMG00174-20100529-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778471234007138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtAJto8GI/AAAAAAAABLU/qSa7krjeX0Y/s320/IMG00174-20100529-0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; so back to story. so every moment we spent, i spare him loads of lovin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFs_kJxv4I/AAAAAAAABLM/rPxQCdwtQVs/s1600/IMG00175-20100529-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778461151477634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFs_kJxv4I/AAAAAAAABLM/rPxQCdwtQVs/s320/IMG00175-20100529-0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i get some too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFs0rhAybI/AAAAAAAABLE/WDFoSNWeLX8/s1600/IMG00179-20100529-1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778274149419442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFs0rhAybI/AAAAAAAABLE/WDFoSNWeLX8/s320/IMG00179-20100529-1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was just now, at Italiannies. back to where we started hubby! i was craving for spinach and artichoke formaggio since last week. no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFs0BdxfzI/AAAAAAAABK8/pmoRAatHtjA/s1600/IMG00181-20100529-1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778262861545266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFs0BdxfzI/AAAAAAAABK8/pmoRAatHtjA/s320/IMG00181-20100529-1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wah lao, what's with the bitchy face? this was before all the iphone seduction! (pssst, someone's gonna get an iphone tomorrow, and I AM EXCITED because now i want an iphone, not a BB!! rarr!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFszjgODOI/AAAAAAAABK0/vwPgh_rxXeY/s1600/IMG00182-20100529-1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778254818741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFszjgODOI/AAAAAAAABK0/vwPgh_rxXeY/s320/IMG00182-20100529-1956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahaha, my faves since many years ago. classic carbonara and spinach and artichoke formaggio! exquisitely yummy! and fattening. this is what's been helping me pack the pounds on my cheeks (no where else). and thighs fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFsyygA1XI/AAAAAAAABKs/5xSij6DRGM8/s1600/IMG00183-20100530-0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778241664537970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFsyygA1XI/AAAAAAAABKs/5xSij6DRGM8/s320/IMG00183-20100530-0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some camwhore pictures to prove i am still me, just busier than i used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got my haircut today, i was lucky my hairdresser was in! so now i have shorter than usual locks. i would've opted for an inch cut but then he said i needed to get rid more so my locks would be healthier. i really like healthy hair, so being a sucker for it, i went way shorter than what i wanted. no regrets. i hate dry, scrunched up hair. DISGUSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFsyiw-hYI/AAAAAAAABKk/6NJ9UPny744/s1600/IMG00184-20100530-0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476778237440722306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFsyiw-hYI/AAAAAAAABKk/6NJ9UPny744/s320/IMG00184-20100530-0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; prettier pictures. hahahahaha. FYL for having to bear with these shit. can you see how nice and healthy my hair is? hahaha. /flips hair. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i am tired and pissy now, because i don't have an iphone. and BB sucks. bai! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4893802572232383467?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4893802572232383467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4893802572232383467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4893802572232383467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4893802572232383467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/05/catching-up.html' title='catching up.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/TAFtB28_bCI/AAAAAAAABLk/dmNIIdyQXMg/s72-c/IMG00057-20100410-2031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2963252005587586392</id><published>2010-05-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T08:49:50.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mia!</title><content type='html'>More than a month since my last post. When I get new batteries for the camera, i will post! I will update on my work, my life with hubby and details regarding my new wardrobe wtf. hahaha. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to spend so much time on vlogs and as such, but now? oh man, i have aged too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does pictures from BB count?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2963252005587586392?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/2963252005587586392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=2963252005587586392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2963252005587586392'/><link rel='self' 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guess those bumps along the way made it all a little more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many questions on how everything happened. and some have even tried to judge on how things happened. but i can tell you, there were no regrets involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started of rather very mysteriously. but i guess the mystery kept my heart. the guessing and the waiting. the knowing, but not really knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the first confessions up till today, i am still very interested in this person i've known since the yester-years. and i can tell all the girls out there, at the end of the day, it is not how rich is he, nor what car he drives, nor if he has 3 houses. it is the fact that, how happy can he make you. yin wai makes me delightfully happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the days when i tried to always keep my eyes off his eyes. because i felt if our eyes met, i'd fall in love with this stranger. stranger because i don't know how he feels for me. will he fall for me, just the way i fall for him if our eyes met? or will i get hurt just like the times before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies because ever since i had him in life, all i look forward to are my weekends. doesn't matter if we have nothing to do, we'd just desperately figure out something to do. doesn't matter if no one bothers to ask us to do anything, because i can just spend my night smelling his cologne, usually on the right side of his shirt, wtf. and when saturdays end, i look forward to next friday. sundays to thursday don't seem to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't thank him enough for making my life seem to matter again. can't thank him enough for the times i'm at fault. and especially can't thank him enough for the times he'd given me chances when i've sinned so bad, it hurts him. can't thank him more for being there for me when i breakdown, or am pain physically. can't thank him more for changing small ways like his willingness to go shopping. can't thank him enough for forgiving the abusive side of me. can't thank him anymore for webcamming with me everynight since we've had each other. can't thank him more for allowing me to fall asleep, hugging his arms in the weirdest manner, till it gives him cramps. can't thank him much more for tolerating me when i go crazy. can't thank him enough for giving us a chance. and can't thank him any much more for making me a very very very happy girl. and can't thank him enough for loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to thank god for granting me such a wonderful person. for such a charming person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been in love and felt proud of that person? because i've been feeling so for a year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this, mun yin wai, i love you. so much more than you think a person can actually love. you will always have me, through thick and thin, good and bad times, through sickly times, and through health, rich or poor, as long as you want me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-419244052892502096?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/419244052892502096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=419244052892502096&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/419244052892502096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/419244052892502096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-year.html' title='one year.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4242101522714491149</id><published>2010-03-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T05:11:43.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life after training.</title><content type='html'>hola people! just another random update from me. i have officially started my job. not to say i didn't get paid all along. but yes, the drift is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day has been awfully challenging. but on the second day, it was easier on me. i can't wait for the coming next week, because then i really get to focus on what i really have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last monday and tuesday were spent at PD for team building. though i was at first, dreading it, it turned out to be awesome. the activities weren't as heavy as activities i had during my foundation team building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X25dxNF5I/AAAAAAAABKc/ODqe0BW7KY8/s1600-h/24780_376600708475_549343475_3605518_5506685_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451034391105836946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X25dxNF5I/AAAAAAAABKc/ODqe0BW7KY8/s320/24780_376600708475_549343475_3605518_5506685_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had a very very bad stomach when we were on our way to PD. just had to make the bus driver make a stopover, fml. i look like a happy child thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2wDCjzCI/AAAAAAAABKU/-p9XyMAkE4U/s1600-h/24780_376739033475_549343475_3609007_6790479_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451034229312048162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2wDCjzCI/AAAAAAAABKU/-p9XyMAkE4U/s320/24780_376739033475_549343475_3609007_6790479_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of the activities. repelling, just the same as absailing. the last absailing i had was 3 storeys high. now it's 9 storeys high, fml. if you knew me well enough, i am afraid of heights. but surprisingly i did very very well. i was mighty mighty steady as compared to others, who were crying, shivering/shaking, shouting at the belayer. i just went down when i was told, brave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2vo5W53I/AAAAAAAABKM/wNKm6E5daTk/s1600-h/24780_376739038475_549343475_3609008_2595411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451034222294132594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2vo5W53I/AAAAAAAABKM/wNKm6E5daTk/s320/24780_376739038475_549343475_3609008_2595411_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my trusted main belayer. the other one down there is tim, is he even qualified to belay me wtf. but i did well. we had other activites such as night orienteering, but how do we take pics in the middle of the night in the jungle? pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2vHD5SmI/AAAAAAAABKE/TE-vp8aWu-s/s1600-h/24780_376739058475_549343475_3609011_4806699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451034213211523682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2vHD5SmI/AAAAAAAABKE/TE-vp8aWu-s/s320/24780_376739058475_549343475_3609011_4806699_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's me, in the air. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2uuDrxmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/PwLuaGCuI8s/s1600-h/24780_376740003475_549343475_3609063_6046171_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451034206499751522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2uuDrxmI/AAAAAAAABJ8/PwLuaGCuI8s/s320/24780_376740003475_549343475_3609063_6046171_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at the end, our graduation. very emotional, but not as emotional as what i have for you below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the last day of training, was our presentation. so we spent the night before scribbling little notes because the presentation is very important. we had wealth management people and branch managers over, so it was tres important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2uV8vXEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/UYrVJ9WV7t8/s1600-h/24780_376746338475_549343475_3609186_1477949_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451034200028175426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2uV8vXEI/AAAAAAAABJ0/UYrVJ9WV7t8/s320/24780_376746338475_549343475_3609186_1477949_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; still my colleague now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2ex1POJI/AAAAAAAABJs/6vzR4OXFAJ8/s1600-h/24780_376746393475_549343475_3609197_6147885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451033932634994834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2ex1POJI/AAAAAAAABJs/6vzR4OXFAJ8/s320/24780_376746393475_549343475_3609197_6147885_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very corporate like. diana's introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2eYiFUOI/AAAAAAAABJk/Ys0L-Vxpn_s/s1600-h/24780_376746418475_549343475_3609202_2011004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451033925843767522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2eYiFUOI/AAAAAAAABJk/Ys0L-Vxpn_s/s320/24780_376746418475_549343475_3609202_2011004_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; while waiting for our turns to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2eDHIyOI/AAAAAAAABJc/tv5I1yLrMiE/s1600-h/24780_376746423475_549343475_3609203_3238855_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451033920093604066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2eDHIyOI/AAAAAAAABJc/tv5I1yLrMiE/s320/24780_376746423475_549343475_3609203_3238855_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my presentation was very very successful. haha i can't possibly say my presentation is beautiful right. perasan. but it was good because everyone was actually listening and paying attention. unlike a few people who presented, especially the second group, where there were branch managers falling asleep. it was too long and lengthy. and being the last group, we tried very very hard to cut everything short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch, we were all being very very emotional because during lunch...when diana said 'aww, this is ur last lunch together', she starting pouring tears, and that made me cry also. and everyone was like 'wtf?' we came to this training as very different individuals, and fought to find our own friends etc. there were significant age gaps, but surprisingly all of us got together very very well. we bonded over gossips, pepper lunch, SHOPPING and more SHOPPING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after lunch, we were given the opportunity to speak a few words. and they volunteered me the last. because even my closing presentation almost made them cry, likely, my speech would make them cry. i didn't even have to say anything, i just stood there, and lydia started the tears. and as i spoke, it's so weird because the guys started to tear as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2draeEBI/AAAAAAAABJU/OiwcahvDohQ/s1600-h/24780_376746608475_549343475_3609238_4734553_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451033913732239378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2draeEBI/AAAAAAAABJU/OiwcahvDohQ/s320/24780_376746608475_549343475_3609238_4734553_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2dJPyxPI/AAAAAAAABJM/rNCnAqc5DdQ/s1600-h/24780_376746618475_549343475_3609240_2449947_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451033904560653554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X2dJPyxPI/AAAAAAAABJM/rNCnAqc5DdQ/s320/24780_376746618475_549343475_3609240_2449947_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry for making you people cry! i miss training already! thank god i still see diana when i am willing to take a walk to dataran, which i usually do. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4242101522714491149?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4242101522714491149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4242101522714491149&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4242101522714491149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4242101522714491149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-after-training.html' title='life after training.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S6X25dxNF5I/AAAAAAAABKc/ODqe0BW7KY8/s72-c/24780_376600708475_549343475_3605518_5506685_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-9143013720623880043</id><published>2010-03-13T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:17:40.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough!</title><content type='html'>hola! it's really early on a sunday morning. but i am up early to study a bit for tonight. tonight seems important cause for all the heads up from mr martin, miss malar and julian sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sides all the oh-ah, i am sick! =( feels crappy as ever. during grooming class last week it felt as if i was going to vomit and pass out. urgh. but less worries, i've already gone to the doctor and she said it's the weather thingy. so everyone, drink more water and honey. you won't want to end up like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already the last week of training at MA. soon i'd be posted to my designated location. not mentioning where here. feels a lil scary but can't wait for the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5xf8xN9gEI/AAAAAAAABJE/44isgFy4yfo/s1600-h/IMG_5824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448335146820141122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5xf8xN9gEI/AAAAAAAABJE/44isgFy4yfo/s320/IMG_5824.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5xf8i2FToI/AAAAAAAABI8/-xs7oRAiyYI/s1600-h/IMG_5826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448335142961892994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5xf8i2FToI/AAAAAAAABI8/-xs7oRAiyYI/s320/IMG_5826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =) hbr1 and i. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow morning i head for PD for team building. i hope it's not a heavy team building session =(. i will need all the energy i can get for thursday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like the sales have already started =). hehehe. but i think clothes are the last things i need right now. ugh. hahaha. i first, need to completely reorganize my wardrobe, because it is completely a mess! sigh. i need to throw out things i do not need anymore, and designate a spot for working clothes wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok pack for the very last time! tah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-9143013720623880043?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/9143013720623880043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=9143013720623880043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/9143013720623880043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/9143013720623880043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/03/cough-cough.html' title='cough cough!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5xf8xN9gEI/AAAAAAAABJE/44isgFy4yfo/s72-c/IMG_5824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4710807185196795629</id><published>2010-03-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:40:55.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>effort on updating.</title><content type='html'>hello everyone! feels as if my blog has died! working/training life is still just as good. it's tiring, but when you think about the money coming in, it feels alright, hahaha. just try not to think about all the liabilities you have, then life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt much during my training, but still think that these on-the-job training will be more useful. no point learning things theoretically anymore. nonetheless, there are alway a few things i particularly like learning, for eg, unit trusts, structured products, i really like the laws tied to banking world too. haha. so weird i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week's schedule will be more hyped up with all the skill learning and self image practice! can't wait. oh wells, clothes and make up are girl's favourites /hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gained substantial amount of weight but all at the wrong places. sigh. especially the thighs and face. i was way beyond fatter during the first week, but i've cut down on er, intake, and has taken initiative to participate in some sports. hahaha. thus, no longer looking as fat as i was in week one at training! i sound very happy about my fats, yes i am. without a doubt. i look much healthier. breakfast, eating on time, sleeping on time, makes me healthier i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are some recent pictures (without specs haha). when there's work in life, i spend less time making the effort to whip out a camera to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin wai turned 23 recently, though busy with work, i found some spare time to celebrate this wondrous day with him =) his first birthday with me as a girlfriend. tres memorable. =) however, i am not good with surprises, thus a rather normal birthday dinner and a card, wtf. so cheapo. hahaha. i hope you were happy, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQkBHZLI/AAAAAAAABI0/YS1IzIi6Yso/s1600-h/IMG_5763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445568016106874034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQkBHZLI/AAAAAAAABI0/YS1IzIi6Yso/s320/IMG_5763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fatter me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQWGikZI/AAAAAAAABIs/LFb_HOYOhS8/s1600-h/IMG_5764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445568012371530130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQWGikZI/AAAAAAAABIs/LFb_HOYOhS8/s320/IMG_5764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday boy at TGIF! =) we couldn't finish our food, cause the portion was hugggge. ok fine, it was just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQAuPe8I/AAAAAAAABIk/Qgp1_Hk18Z4/s1600-h/IMG_5768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445568006632471490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQAuPe8I/AAAAAAAABIk/Qgp1_Hk18Z4/s320/IMG_5768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; goofy me still try to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then baby spent some birthday moments with the others. but i only took pictures of the early birds. really, can you tell i no longer can be bothered with taking pictures? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLPncZ11I/AAAAAAAABIc/ZefckMnUszo/s1600-h/IMG_5771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445567999846766418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLPncZ11I/AAAAAAAABIc/ZefckMnUszo/s320/IMG_5771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; patricia n yin ho! were too early. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLPFdCPsI/AAAAAAAABIU/dkWe2X55idQ/s1600-h/IMG_5773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445567990722608834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLPFdCPsI/AAAAAAAABIU/dkWe2X55idQ/s320/IMG_5773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby and i. and my aunt loves my cotton on top. hahaha. i actually looked really bad in it. but adding on a belt just made it look so grecian, that it actually appears to look nice on me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past four weeks, i've developed my own style of my own to work. i love florals and chiffon. anything high waisted, but yet to find a great high waisted working pants. and i've improved on make up skills! i just had to brag about this because i'm literally in love with my new bb cream! it's just so easy, i should've gotten this earlier. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it only takes the bb cream, loose powder and blusher to look presentable. =) shhhhoooo proud of myself. i've decided to get the bb cream from skin food after i realized my usual foundation is drying up the skin area beneath my eyes too quickly and doesnt last long enough from 7.30 am to 6.30 pm. and it's mighty mighty oily too. =) proud of my own choice! hahaha, and it's really inexpensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, it's time for me to sleep! it's way beyond my usual bedtime. =( more updates next time around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4710807185196795629?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S5KLQkBHZLI/AAAAAAAABI0/YS1IzIi6Yso/s72-c/IMG_5763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4384171085162801795</id><published>2010-02-15T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:01:36.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>14th.</title><content type='html'>yes! happy chinese new year peeps! it is surprising much considering i am back again, wtf. i am sure many has bailed me and my blog out. aww man! i hope my hbr1 hasn't given up on me. hahaha. at least he still bookmarks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese new year has been so far.... extremely hot. is this like a symptom of global warming or just that chinese new year is here? i can't even take a nap because it's too hot (i refuse to on the air cond wtf stingy. actually just helping the environment, hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day of chinese new year has been relatively different as compared to the rest because valentine's day just happened to fall on the same date. auspicious-some. so there's a handfull of pictures of hbr1 and i on this fawesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kd9x1_mFI/AAAAAAAABIM/U9sYyUaT_N0/s1600-h/IMG_5734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410972215613522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kd9x1_mFI/AAAAAAAABIM/U9sYyUaT_N0/s320/IMG_5734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the long-time-no-see camwhore shots in the car. haha. glasses to accompany my other half. we do not have matching t-shirts or whatsoevah. so we figured the glasses the closest. do i look mighty mighty geeky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kd9QXm0EI/AAAAAAAABIE/_3UPaDrk69w/s1600-h/IMG_5737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410963229790274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kd9QXm0EI/AAAAAAAABIE/_3UPaDrk69w/s320/IMG_5737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Curve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdqBehB_I/AAAAAAAABH8/MSU1CaHS790/s1600-h/IMG_5738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410632814725106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdqBehB_I/AAAAAAAABH8/MSU1CaHS790/s320/IMG_5738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;please ignore my fat thighs. they're really insignificant. haha, yes i've put on weight after all the training in bangi, god knows why. i eat and sleep only in that place. oh i sit to listen to talks too. oh i sometimes play badminton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdp9rassI/AAAAAAAABH0/EizIo6unUKY/s1600-h/IMG_5741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410631795094210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdp9rassI/AAAAAAAABH0/EizIo6unUKY/s320/IMG_5741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we have concluded we look better in glasses when taking pictures. haha. other times we look like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdpp8bPzI/AAAAAAAABHs/wfTxnzDrTo4/s1600-h/IMG_5743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410626497724210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdpp8bPzI/AAAAAAAABHs/wfTxnzDrTo4/s320/IMG_5743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my very pretty grecian top from kitschen. i'm doing too much kitschen and nichii these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was practically nothing to wander about in curve, so we headed towards sunway pyramid for dinner. i've always wanted to try pepper lunch after reading about it in tziaaa.com. and if you knew me well enough, i am a sucker for all things with pepper. especially black pepper. i'd never opt for any other sauce if there's black pepper sauce in the list. long live the pepper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdpVkEacI/AAAAAAAABHk/RhspYwUdJRE/s1600-h/IMG_5747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410621026855362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdpVkEacI/AAAAAAAABHk/RhspYwUdJRE/s320/IMG_5747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdoykpvbI/AAAAAAAABHc/fQ5aVGLgfv8/s1600-h/IMG_5749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438410611634060722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3kdoykpvbI/AAAAAAAABHc/fQ5aVGLgfv8/s320/IMG_5749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the verdict is...if you read my twitter, i absolutely love love love pepper lunch!!! let me tell you why!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love anything where i can cook myself on...especially if it sizzles. jacoon much! hahaha! and i love when my rice has a buttery taste!!! zomg. and i love beef (i had the beef one). and i LOVE PEPPER! hahaha. i love garlic, so i naturally picked the garlic soy sauce which was awesome-posum. no fight. so when there's a combination of selfcook+sizzling+butter rice+beef+pepper+garlic = meletup okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will so go back to pepper lunch, without a doubt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=) i will need to head to bed now. because i'd be leaving to hometown tomorrow morning and on the way back, i'd be leaving for work training again. i didn't take any leave because ... i'd rather sit and do nothing and earn, than to sit and do nothing and not earn. hahahaha. it's okay if you don't understand. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i am looking for working clothes! tops/blouses to be exact. tell me any secret places you know where to get them. i love subtle stripes, light colours (light blue, white, light grey, cream) for tops. particular have a soft spot for ruffles (not on the sleeves but around the neck area). i always tuck in, so long enough to do so. all tops/blouses should come with a reasonable price tag. hahahahaha! leave a comment =(( all working attires look mighty mighty boring in the malls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still hesitating on the high waisted shorts in teetoo =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY LIFE IS MISERABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4384171085162801795?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4384171085162801795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5346094804305431623</id><published>2010-02-13T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:57:44.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long lost.</title><content type='html'>i've been taking much time to adapt to the new working/training situation. the first few days i was pretty much hyped up about all the little small things about growing up. like for example, my own platinum credit card (which in the end i didn't opt for). hahaha. then the hype died when i had to fill in for EPF forms and income tax applications. hahaha. fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone at work is nice. some have pretty annoying characters. some way beyond funny! the place where we live in is right above the place where we train. so it's tres-convenient when i want short naps during break. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone at work is nice. some have pretty annoying characters (coughs hard, sentul raya). some way beyond funny (coughs, klang lama and klcc)! the place where we live in is right above the place where we train. so it's tres convenient when i want short naps during break. hahaha. but internet there is a bitch. sometimes it never connects. and i can only use it in the cafeteria. sigh. acts like a bitch when i want to talk to hbr1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never in my life wore so much high heels and make up before. and it's no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are happier times with tloml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwb-3qciI/AAAAAAAABHU/S7wrIenVZgo/s1600-h/IMG_5726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437938701108408866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwb-3qciI/AAAAAAAABHU/S7wrIenVZgo/s320/IMG_5726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwbcnyEiI/AAAAAAAABHM/8BQL-J2REMA/s1600-h/IMG_5730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437938691914994210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwbcnyEiI/AAAAAAAABHM/8BQL-J2REMA/s320/IMG_5730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwa8ql3ZI/AAAAAAAABHE/uDCz63avwdk/s1600-h/IMG_5731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437938683336842642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwa8ql3ZI/AAAAAAAABHE/uDCz63avwdk/s320/IMG_5731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movie last night with hbr1. where things didn't turn out so good. but i enjoyed Little Big Soldier, much because wang lee hom is the co-star. it's funny but the ending is depressing. definitely the most horrifying ending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry for a horrifying short update. but i've been doing nothing but work. if it's not work, i concentrate much on hbr1. thus the lack of pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before my early bath, wishing all of you a happy happy chinese new year! may the roaring tiger bring u not only prosperity, but with utmost importance, health and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, happy valentine's day, darling hbr1! i hope we'd have a happier one. and many more to come. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5346094804305431623?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S3dwb-3qciI/AAAAAAAABHU/S7wrIenVZgo/s72-c/IMG_5726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4953235254929580064</id><published>2010-01-31T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:53:34.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adulthood.</title><content type='html'>rather late in the night now. but just taking a few minutes off so i can remember moments like this. previous friday, i was at the headquarters to sign my offer letter, not for university entrance, but rather, work. tomorrow, will unofficially be my first day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i type this, my luggage is all packed. just like education calls, work has its calls too. i will be away from home for a month, maybe slightly more for bank training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432992820062475394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S2XeL0MSVII/AAAAAAAABG8/dMkGyW9WVOA/s320/IMG_5715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;for the person i'd miss talking to every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will probably miss my nephew, miss seeing my sister's tummy grow bigger. will probably miss eating pork. but wtf, it's only a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so will probably be back with work outfit pictures wtf and pictures of the academy itself. hope it isn't too dodgy. or haunted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then again, adulthood isn't much fun. there's superannuation, taxes, expenses. sigh, life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4953235254929580064?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4953235254929580064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4953235254929580064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4953235254929580064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4953235254929580064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/01/adulthood.html' title='adulthood.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S2XeL0MSVII/AAAAAAAABG8/dMkGyW9WVOA/s72-c/IMG_5715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6405180213189146554</id><published>2010-01-20T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:59:00.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22-ed.</title><content type='html'>last weekend i celebrated my 22nd. huge number. at d'italiane kitchen. some were torn deciding if the food was good, but in my personal opinion, i actually really liked the food and would definitely return. i found the price range was relatively moderate for an italian dine-in cuisine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;likely possible that my other half is really lucky with food, whatever i ate that night was just scrumptious. i really liked the spicy beef bacon fettucini yin wai had wtf. my alle vongole was good, but not as good as pizza uno's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being my overjoyous self, i much enjoyed my 22nd as compared to my 21st. maybe because i wasn't brought away to do something i didn't like to do, like being stuck in a bloody kampung area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKV4e7whI/AAAAAAAABG0/P5qOQ5CwbtM/s1600-h/IMG_5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428889615618261522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKV4e7whI/AAAAAAAABG0/P5qOQ5CwbtM/s320/IMG_5670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKVkrN5gI/AAAAAAAABGs/TGJa52c-70A/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428889610301072898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKVkrN5gI/AAAAAAAABGs/TGJa52c-70A/s320/IMG_5674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and even bestie Alvin made it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKVYWV7mI/AAAAAAAABGk/1OlZsBaetkE/s1600-h/IMG_5692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428889606992293474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKVYWV7mI/AAAAAAAABGk/1OlZsBaetkE/s320/IMG_5692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls i adore much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKVAtXPSI/AAAAAAAABGc/BLMXSFcOAVc/s1600-h/IMG_5702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428889600646397218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKVAtXPSI/AAAAAAAABGc/BLMXSFcOAVc/s320/IMG_5702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;other half who managed to surprise me much. i heart you, longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKU9a0dbI/AAAAAAAABGU/y2K_fdvUgNk/s1600-h/IMG_5704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428889599763314098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKU9a0dbI/AAAAAAAABGU/y2K_fdvUgNk/s320/IMG_5704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh man. i don't even know where to begin to thank people who made my 22nd memorable much. thank you sexy for the moo-moo card, i appreciate much the meaningful phrases in it. thank you everyone who made it to the dinner and if i didn't layan you enough, i sincerely apologize, there's just a whole lot of events going on, on that dining table. thank you everyone who bothered to bring a gift and those who didn't, it's really ok, i enjoyed your presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thank you, baby, for the top notch surprise, wtf. there were minor mistakes you made which made my heart bleed a lil. however, i still love you much! thank you baby! (we still some things in common)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6405180213189146554?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6405180213189146554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6405180213189146554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6405180213189146554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6405180213189146554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/01/22-ed.html' title='22-ed.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S1dKV4e7whI/AAAAAAAABG0/P5qOQ5CwbtM/s72-c/IMG_5670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-117216524432746248</id><published>2010-01-19T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:40:52.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sister blog.</title><content type='html'>ok i officially have a sister blog at tinybabybolster.wordpress.com. it's password protected over there. but i will still be blogging publicly over here. intimate moments are there. thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-117216524432746248?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/117216524432746248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=117216524432746248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/117216524432746248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/117216524432746248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/01/sister-blog.html' title='sister blog.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6838062628964679096</id><published>2010-01-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T09:56:34.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awkward entry.</title><content type='html'>i had such a long day. what i mean by long days, is waking up before noon (obviously) and having something to do all day, would literally be my long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am feeling so contented now because i am spoiling myself with tomyam maggi goreng, which is, totally awesome. i love spoiling myself with nonsensical items after a long day. i had a gassy can of coke just now after dinner. ahhh, blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a funnier note, my boyfriend slipped and almost fell flat in front of me last night. which was REALLY funny because all through out the relationship, he has been laughing at !me for being clumsy! hahaha. i always trip, but not to the extent of falling on my knee. hahaha. i always catch hold of something. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really informal interview this afternoon, and it lasted for four hours omg. on a brighter note, they served starbucks food and coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, my awkward entry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6838062628964679096?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6838062628964679096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6838062628964679096&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6838062628964679096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6838062628964679096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/01/awkward-entry.html' title='awkward entry.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6191666937876079555</id><published>2010-01-07T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:28:08.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>aww man. i feel so left out when it comes to blogging. i try to be as 'happening' as possible, but i guess i just can't do it because when i do stuffs, i get so caught up, there won't be pictures etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, because i forgot to do that in my previous post, happy 2010 everyone! wishing you great health this year! i hope you had a fawesome one because i really had a fawesome one. i feel like a total geek to say this, but this is the first new year where i spent the entire night out. however, on a terrible downhill note, i ran out batteries (camera) on nye itself. thus lack of pictures, but still the best nye! gosh, i need to get new rechargeable batteries, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YgC50MpTI/AAAAAAAABGM/HQ2FrJqws8Y/s1600-h/IMG_5624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424058035465921842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YgC50MpTI/AAAAAAAABGM/HQ2FrJqws8Y/s320/IMG_5624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had games, nice. very healthy. this was the only picture of me before the camera bailed out on me. (besides the picture in lookbook, which hbr1 laughed at me for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0Yfuf-9uDI/AAAAAAAABGE/tQirORL_20g/s1600-h/IMG_5626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424057684934375474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0Yfuf-9uDI/AAAAAAAABGE/tQirORL_20g/s320/IMG_5626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right after this shot, the cam totally died off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YftkOpC6I/AAAAAAAABF8/QT49jVKMNUs/s1600-h/IMG_5622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424057668894002082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YftkOpC6I/AAAAAAAABF8/QT49jVKMNUs/s320/IMG_5622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so mr usa was in charge of photo taking for the rest of the night and has clearly proven to be not a very efficient photographer, because....i haven't even seen the pictures. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was the new year gathering at arthur's crib. sze vien and i were shopping before meeting up the rest and we were dead hungry when we were picking my eyeliner. hahaha. so when we reached arthur's place, it was only natural for us to gobble down fast. like monsters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YftU2ExaI/AAAAAAAABF0/AK7YPVYuHdw/s1600-h/IMG_5628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424057664764429730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YftU2ExaI/AAAAAAAABF0/AK7YPVYuHdw/s320/IMG_5628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YftEYiYJI/AAAAAAAABFs/_KZBdqeE5O8/s1600-h/IMG_5629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424057660345573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YftEYiYJI/AAAAAAAABFs/_KZBdqeE5O8/s320/IMG_5629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls without jo! how come jo didn't come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YfskMdb8I/AAAAAAAABFk/8KjCgIdBsS4/s1600-h/IMG_5630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424057651704983490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YfskMdb8I/AAAAAAAABFk/8KjCgIdBsS4/s320/IMG_5630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some guys. i specifically, loved the nuggets. sapu-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so 8 days into 2010 (oh fung keng's birthday), i've been doing a lot of shopping. maybe i've been giving myself too many excuses and that since cny is just around the corner (ah, another excuse), i should be accumulating clothes considering mostly all brands are on sale right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sze vien and i have contributed a fair bit to cotton on's quarterly income. definitely will see a significant increase in sales in their annual reports. as for our purses, there has been an increase in expenses and decrease in reserves, most definitely, argh, fol! first there was the top and belt, then the skirt, then the top again and then came the dress. FOL! i suppose mng has also generated a significant amount of increase in revenue thanks to our generous purses. and low self control. (I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN MY PRINCESS TOP FROM MNG, will someone get it for me!!! *puppy eyes* my birthday is coming...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aww man, i've got to tell you this, i went shopping the other day, and fell in love with the chio-est bag ever, but there's only 2 left. =( what a heartache. but i can't get it because if i do, i will not be financially sustainable for the rest of the coming month. nobody wants to starve for just a bag, am i right? feeling utmost heartbroken because someone else is gonna own it. and that person just happens to be not me. RARR! sigh. *tears*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really should be studying on maybank right now. sigh. i've been procrastinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6191666937876079555?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6191666937876079555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6191666937876079555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6191666937876079555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6191666937876079555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/S0YgC50MpTI/AAAAAAAABGM/HQ2FrJqws8Y/s72-c/IMG_5624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2000261440929436932</id><published>2010-01-04T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:21:53.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22.</title><content type='html'>OK! this is my birthday wishlist. ahahahaha. it's hard to come up with something which differs from my christmas wishlist in merely less than 3 weeks. but this list is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i want the lightpink/nude bag i saw with sze vien at pull and bear. hahahaha. and i think this is the only thing i really want.&lt;br /&gt;2. rechargeable batteries. i mean it. the 1300watts one. four.&lt;br /&gt;3. which i think someone is likely going to get it for me already. black long cotton leggings.&lt;br /&gt;4. the stripey tank top i saw in cotton on with bimbo yap. or the black princess knitted top i wanted from mng which i saw with bimbo yap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole list cost less than myr300. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all else fails, give me cash, or cash voucher from pull&amp;amp;bear/cotton on/mng. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: and YES i am turning 22!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2000261440929436932?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/2000261440929436932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=2000261440929436932&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2000261440929436932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2000261440929436932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2010/01/22.html' title='22.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-8897530899927955072</id><published>2009-12-28T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:42:11.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two weeks.</title><content type='html'>yes. i've finally brought my butt to blog about things that has been happening lately. i've been meaning to blog, but just found myself too occupied with other matters. so these are from two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got pictures from curve, so these are from 1u. 1u's theme's white lyrical christmas. love the orchestra they had on the day i went. and i absolutely love the grand stage setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEEANvOcI/AAAAAAAABFc/hmQ0PN-yUqE/s1600-h/IMG_5535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420227355852356034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEEANvOcI/AAAAAAAABFc/hmQ0PN-yUqE/s320/IMG_5535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures are from my weekend gateaway. very random pictures because cam was running out of power. i really need new rechargable batteries! boo-hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEDunf6bI/AAAAAAAABFU/TIeN5mySdcQ/s1600-h/IMG_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420227351128566194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEDunf6bI/AAAAAAAABFU/TIeN5mySdcQ/s320/IMG_5541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yin wai's best friend. but i really prefer a manual navigator. this thing can be a tad bit annoying. hate it when it becomes repetitive. and it can be really ambiguous. i don't know how baby coped with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEDarRAuI/AAAAAAAABFM/ae1JzsFfciM/s1600-h/IMG_5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420227345775657698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEDarRAuI/AAAAAAAABFM/ae1JzsFfciM/s320/IMG_5542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDo2MjGqI/AAAAAAAABFE/QvEK79C1Sgk/s1600-h/IMG_5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226889306544802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDo2MjGqI/AAAAAAAABFE/QvEK79C1Sgk/s320/IMG_5543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stopover at seremban for the absolutely yummy beef noodles!!! i love! i was completely the navigator in seremban because...does a gps track where is the big market? nevertheless, i am a good GPS. my sense of direction for a girl, is beyond thumbs up. right, hbr1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDoaKc-3I/AAAAAAAABE8/VLjBfpaBH24/s1600-h/IMG_5550-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226881781562226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDoaKc-3I/AAAAAAAABE8/VLjBfpaBH24/s320/IMG_5550-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being cool with the aviators on the way back! i have no idea why, journeys back home always make me sickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDoBJYyEI/AAAAAAAABE0/X19eOkH-Xt8/s1600-h/IMG_5564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226875066206274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDoBJYyEI/AAAAAAAABE0/X19eOkH-Xt8/s320/IMG_5564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wern the stitch. haha. it's jin hoe's. we spent a very quiet christmas at SS2's yippee club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was christmas dinner with the college half! we picked Frames @ Plaza TTDI because it was on my suggestion list alongside with Ditaliane Kitchen. but that can come the next time around. the usual gift exchange we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDn_qNE6I/AAAAAAAABEs/3ixzKWYDPQ4/s1600-h/IMG_5575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226874666980258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDn_qNE6I/AAAAAAAABEs/3ixzKWYDPQ4/s320/IMG_5575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDnSlyTVI/AAAAAAAABEk/jbvm_0jpSPA/s1600-h/IMG_5581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226862568852818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDnSlyTVI/AAAAAAAABEk/jbvm_0jpSPA/s320/IMG_5581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDKL-vg0I/AAAAAAAABEc/dWzVLtO9vIU/s1600-h/IMG_5584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226362578273090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDKL-vg0I/AAAAAAAABEc/dWzVLtO9vIU/s320/IMG_5584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDJx8QxFI/AAAAAAAABEU/i9J9WvejJyQ/s1600-h/IMG_5585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226355588547666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDJx8QxFI/AAAAAAAABEU/i9J9WvejJyQ/s320/IMG_5585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDJSzdOnI/AAAAAAAABEM/jxNEV1yqq4Q/s1600-h/IMG_5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226347230116466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDJSzdOnI/AAAAAAAABEM/jxNEV1yqq4Q/s320/IMG_5586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i actually really liked the marinara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDJPgUWQI/AAAAAAAABEE/mkB2uVGAyfU/s1600-h/IMG_5587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226346344536322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDJPgUWQI/AAAAAAAABEE/mkB2uVGAyfU/s320/IMG_5587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the club sandwich i itched to try. but that can wait another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDIlXbwXI/AAAAAAAABD8/B_gBYBMqMIE/s1600-h/IMG_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420226335032983922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziDIlXbwXI/AAAAAAAABD8/B_gBYBMqMIE/s320/IMG_5589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCwzQJ-wI/AAAAAAAABD0/GH3IqljTn0w/s1600-h/IMG_5595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420225926443694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCwzQJ-wI/AAAAAAAABD0/GH3IqljTn0w/s320/IMG_5595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCwSyLOYI/AAAAAAAABDs/HpS3VOwMD-w/s1600-h/IMG_5598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420225917728012674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCwSyLOYI/AAAAAAAABDs/HpS3VOwMD-w/s320/IMG_5598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; complimentary brownie because it was obvious we were celebrating christmas together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCwPf0bHI/AAAAAAAABDk/4lbD_jlfUEU/s1600-h/IMG_5600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420225916845714546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCwPf0bHI/AAAAAAAABDk/4lbD_jlfUEU/s320/IMG_5600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; handsome hbr1! and the not very pretty me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCv7rba8I/AAAAAAAABDc/-jcZsKqov7E/s1600-h/IMG_5604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420225911525698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCv7rba8I/AAAAAAAABDc/-jcZsKqov7E/s320/IMG_5604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maybe meendee can showcase some of her pictures here. they are all really pretty. price of food range from rm 16.90 to rm 25. but the food that day lacked salty aspect. overall, i loved the ambience and the lightings. but felt so-so for the food. there's definitely room for improvement. i didn't try the chicken and the club sandwich though. how was it actually?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved hbr1's peach and something smoothie, but felt bad cause i kept stealing from him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nice, but not amazing christmas. this christmas felt a little lifeless hahaha. please, i don't want my new year's to be this way. but i got myself a christmas present, and it may seem to be the worst present someone can get for herself, but it made me really happy wtf (please baby, i love the skirt a lot, not that i don't). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seldom do i change my bottle. if you knew me well, you'd know i'd carry my own bottle everywhere i went. sense of security i guess. and my previous bottle brings a lot of unwanted memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCveI-WpI/AAAAAAAABDU/s_uJa4P1nto/s1600-h/IMG_5616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420225903596558994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziCveI-WpI/AAAAAAAABDU/s_uJa4P1nto/s320/IMG_5616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a new one so hbr1 stops peeling the handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been doing a lot of shopping with sze vien and a lot of catching up with friends. so here, wishing all my blog readers, a merry blessed christmas (still not too late, christmas is a 12 days long celebration) and a happy new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have no new year's resolution, because it is utmost useless. people make them, but seldom live up to it. so forget it. i just want a job badly (cause i think i'd fail in the cimb shit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-8897530899927955072?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/8897530899927955072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=8897530899927955072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8897530899927955072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8897530899927955072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-weeks.html' title='two weeks.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SziEEANvOcI/AAAAAAAABFc/hmQ0PN-yUqE/s72-c/IMG_5535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-452866680376436465</id><published>2009-12-15T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:48:41.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jingle bells!</title><content type='html'>hellllllo. i am here for a nice piccie-piccie post! i bet you must be happy, because there has been too many wordy posts for these couple of weeks. but because christmas is just around the corner, it's about time i go into a photo frenzy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yin wai went on a things-buying frenzy (shopping is a bad bad word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFcW5qpCI/AAAAAAAABDM/ZfBIyY5DK-s/s1600-h/IMG_5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514167910769698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFcW5qpCI/AAAAAAAABDM/ZfBIyY5DK-s/s320/IMG_5496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dinner for him at ny deli. cute concept but really disliked the fact that the restaurant is of an open concept one. yin wai loved the sandwich (so i guess i need to go find out how to do it). i love the place because my hot chocolate was free (they didn't charge us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFcMS9mVI/AAAAAAAABDE/A_lpFFvpxDU/s1600-h/IMG_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514165064079698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFcMS9mVI/AAAAAAAABDE/A_lpFFvpxDU/s320/IMG_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; baby is handsome here =)) i guess in a relationship, when you get to pick clothes for your boyfriend, it's a point where it gets serious? hahahahahaha. very cute, he cannot make any decisions on his own, or maybe just too lazy. i am a very cooperative girlfriend, so i do as i am told. i hope he had fun, because i hope to do it again sometime in the future soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on saturday, i had curve in mind. actually it was pavilion, but i guess this year, pavilion is out of my list boohoo (cause i really want yw to play for nationals!! emo lil nemo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFb1iLzHI/AAAAAAAABC8/E3-weIZN0I4/s1600-h/IMG_5501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514158953909362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFb1iLzHI/AAAAAAAABC8/E3-weIZN0I4/s320/IMG_5501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe you can ignore my chicken wing arms =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ikea for meatballs and it was jam packed as usual! then it was curve for...er...sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFbhDbpzI/AAAAAAAABC0/Lrq5V5BCF3Y/s1600-h/IMG_5504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514153456215858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFbhDbpzI/AAAAAAAABC0/Lrq5V5BCF3Y/s320/IMG_5504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; curve's decorations felt a little bit 'fuller' than 1u's maybe because the trees had...leaves. green stuffs. where else at 1u, it was all RANTING wtf. hahaha. whatever it is, it is christmas, so in my heart, they're all pretty. i love my skirt btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFbHmaEgI/AAAAAAAABCs/hJ2VBl07WC4/s1600-h/IMG_5506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415514146623590914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFbHmaEgI/AAAAAAAABCs/hJ2VBl07WC4/s320/IMG_5506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gazebo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE9zBTKzI/AAAAAAAABCk/w28p-gk2vQo/s1600-h/IMG_5507-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513642883033906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE9zBTKzI/AAAAAAAABCk/w28p-gk2vQo/s320/IMG_5507-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jam packed. want to take pictures also abit susah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE9o3TLFI/AAAAAAAABCc/6tiAyppHzuM/s1600-h/IMG_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513640156736594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE9o3TLFI/AAAAAAAABCc/6tiAyppHzuM/s320/IMG_5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see me! had to wait for the crowd to dismiss before taking ONE shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE9a9SmRI/AAAAAAAABCU/ZcTLp4Oza3I/s1600-h/IMG_5515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513636423768338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE9a9SmRI/AAAAAAAABCU/ZcTLp4Oza3I/s320/IMG_5515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE8xz-pGI/AAAAAAAABCM/LLHI-ZXdwI4/s1600-h/IMG_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513625378858082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE8xz-pGI/AAAAAAAABCM/LLHI-ZXdwI4/s320/IMG_5517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe my first christmas with him =)) and couldn't be anymore happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE8lUDS5I/AAAAAAAABCE/QjLTx4yPYGk/s1600-h/IMG_5523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415513622023719826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfE8lUDS5I/AAAAAAAABCE/QjLTx4yPYGk/s320/IMG_5523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we had a pregnant woman taking this for us. thank you auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a fantastic weekend! this weekend will even be better =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been relatively busy because of job interviews. it may seem early to work, but i guess it's about time. succeeding in life is about planning ahead of others. i don't want to compete with anyone who will be returning from ashore. tomorrow's the interview i've been eyeing for. pray hard for me =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-452866680376436465?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/452866680376436465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=452866680376436465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/452866680376436465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/452866680376436465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/12/jingle-bells.html' title='jingle bells!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyfFcW5qpCI/AAAAAAAABDM/ZfBIyY5DK-s/s72-c/IMG_5496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1440469239824034122</id><published>2009-12-11T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:13:44.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my weird wishlist for Short.</title><content type='html'>ok i promise short that i would blog. on my wishlist. because she wants to save up to get my 22nd birthday present. (even my boyfriend hasn't asked me what i'd like) she loves me, dearly. i actually didn't intend to put up any christmas or birthday wishlist this time around because, everything i wanted would probably be too expensive. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i try to be as reasonable as possible. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need new rechargeable batteries. hahahaha. see, reasonable. i think the ones in the camera are dying! i just got myself a new 2gb memory card, but the battery keeps dying. so get me new rechargeable batteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj1ulT1tI/AAAAAAAABB0/p7o1qFbGBDw/s1600-h/DSCF4624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069845485672146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj1ulT1tI/AAAAAAAABB0/p7o1qFbGBDw/s320/DSCF4624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hahahaha. man, hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want skirts! omg. i think i am addicted to skirts. i feel in love with the ruffled grey silk skirt in cotton on. but ah, i go act cool so my boyfriend wouldn't get it for me, fml. then cotton on closed. is this fate or what? i want high waisted one with thick waist bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj1cCvgXI/AAAAAAAABBs/_07Y1qzJGVo/s1600-h/WaistbandSkirtShort_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069840508846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj1cCvgXI/AAAAAAAABBs/_07Y1qzJGVo/s320/WaistbandSkirtShort_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this one's euro 165. fml, i just have to like anything which is expensive and i can't afford it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj0264yFI/AAAAAAAABBk/ubro3B8iyT8/s1600-h/skirtcomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069830543788114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj0264yFI/AAAAAAAABBk/ubro3B8iyT8/s320/skirtcomp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one's really really cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also want a pair of leggings. everytime i try to make myself buy one, i find myself reasoning that i don't need it. hahaha. but i want one. so to get one, i need someone to get it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj0dEMQKI/AAAAAAAABBc/gQwprRmy260/s1600-h/basic-legging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069823603490978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj0dEMQKI/AAAAAAAABBc/gQwprRmy260/s320/basic-legging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the RIDICULOUS list lor. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKjz09a5zI/AAAAAAAABBU/SEg4VZtuprM/s1600-h/nokia-n97-photo-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414069812837672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKjz09a5zI/AAAAAAAABBU/SEg4VZtuprM/s320/nokia-n97-photo-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i no longer want a bloody blackberry. i want an N97, so fuckin' awesome! I LIKE A LOT! =(( i am still gonna use the dinosaur phone till i save enough to get an N97. Leighton Meester used it in her video Good Girls Gone Bad, featuring Cobra-something (yes, Starship). zomg, so chio can die. i want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414070050320300306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKkBppsORI/AAAAAAAABB8/I2HwF_JPOms/s320/louis-vuitton-damier-neverfull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the same price as the N97, hahahaha, I WANT AN LV NEVERFULL DAMIER, because all chun chicks use a neverfull wat! ahahahaha. i am a big-bag lover so the neverfull would be just nice. =)) i don't want the monogram one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh, if really poor, and still want to buy me a designer handbag, get me a longchamp lo. i don't consider replicas, sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahem....you can also save up to get me...vouchers from cotton on, a chio purse, BUT must be really chio. don't know lah, i am really particular when accepting gifts. or a new, spanking brand new, bulky leather strapped watch. because i see the one i wear, i want to throw on the wall, my ex gave it to me. sad thing is, i really like that watch. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;die die die, don't know what to give, just draw me a card like my bestie always does. or....buy me a mug. i have something for mugs. hahaha. GOOD NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1440469239824034122?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1440469239824034122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1440469239824034122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1440469239824034122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1440469239824034122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-weird-wishlist-for-short.html' title='my weird wishlist for Short.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SyKj1ulT1tI/AAAAAAAABB0/p7o1qFbGBDw/s72-c/DSCF4624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2520908203535751691</id><published>2009-12-09T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:31:25.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've had such a bad week that no words can describe. maybe in years to come, i will put this out in public, but maybe not. because this matter is so close to heart. in my perspective, it is the pride of my life. to many, it may seem, rather shameful in conservative aspects. but never to me. it's not that i am hiding this personal matter, more of, putting in this blog is way too public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so down, that now it feels so great to be feeling slightly happier again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been quite a year i must say. loads of decisions made, different paths taken and unexpected incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this year, i took a brave step and left my three year relationship. out of my comfort zone. i didn't make much initiative to explain myself why i did it. however, i find there's no need to explain to parties who had no role to my personal life. people judged and talked, believed what they believe, and i allowed, but i haven't regretted one bit. because whatever decision i made, i believe is right. for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times of making decisions, i used to be someone who took too much of other people's consideration. then when i grew up, people who judged are just arseholes in life. they're unimportant. their thoughts are insignificant. and their opinions are just...amateur-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is important is that, i am really happy. and it tells. (my boobs grew! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin wai has been the sweetest at times when i need him most. and though as judged by sze vien who thought he has the bad boy look, is convinced he is a good man. haha. and i love him more ever dearly. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. please remind me to video and to save it in proper format.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2520908203535751691?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/2520908203535751691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=2520908203535751691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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in a way, chosen, to go through. the pain seems so surreal. feels like a miracle, yet such a tragic story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe in years to come, i will have the guts to tell it out like a story. with a picture. my pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-7731741787770910501?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/7731741787770910501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=7731741787770910501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7731741787770910501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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corrupted, fml. i spent like 20 hours trying to upload it. le sigh. all ze effort. gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so imma gonna roughly blog out what was in the video. so, blog readers, i've finally officially graduated. not from a diploma or foundation, from a degree. so screw anyone who thinks graduating young is impossible. maybe if youngsters stop being so not disciplined, have some persistance and determination and stop being 'bullshit' indecisive about what course to take etc, you can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must say when i found out my last results, i was devastated (sorry baby i screwed you). i didn't graduate with a cgpa 3.0. very very devastated, heart broken in fact. when i found out, all i wanted to do was sleep and not wake up forever. then i realize, come on, i mean, 4 hd and 12 distinctions, is incredible. people leap for joy for even getting a PAP. then it didn't feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, screw taxation, i got a distinction only fml. expected. but what was unexpected was my investment results, wtf, i got a HD hahahahaha. i have no idea how. i thought i screwed the paper. i didn't know whether the beta was higher or lower, etc, i don't know what are the flaws of the FCFE method, and i didn't know what is a ....P/S ratio. omfg. i even screwed my modern portfolio theory fml. so there goes like.....16 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was preparing to fail it. seriously. and ppl say 'don't bullshit la u always pass etc etc'. wah damn annoying. i did the paper myself, i knew what i wrote, how i wrote, whether if i was sure of the answers. you just can't decide if the paper was easy for me. i honestly, was preparing to receive an NNN. but i got a Hd, thanks michael graham. owe you a meal if you google your name up, and see this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i got my results, i got the usual, 'aiyah i knew it etc'. shit. IT WAS DIFFICULT OK. then i also got remarks from people who didn't take the paper and said 'oh then the paper must be easy'. sure, i cannot wait for you to take the damn paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, alleluia, thank you christ! i will fulfill my promises i made in our deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for two days in a row, i was at the zara warehouse sale. if you knew it, i never missed a zara/pull&amp;amp;bear warehouse sale. but this time i got myself, nothing. but fell in love with a ted baker skirt....which got sold off when i went to find it on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SxAmo2QvNAI/AAAAAAAABBE/_A7G5oF6CI0/s1600/IMG_5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408865635674305538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SxAmo2QvNAI/AAAAAAAABBE/_A7G5oF6CI0/s320/IMG_5489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SxAmoWRGisI/AAAAAAAABA8/DvMDjLt5oqo/s1600/IMG_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408865627085900482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SxAmoWRGisI/AAAAAAAABA8/DvMDjLt5oqo/s320/IMG_5491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at 10 am. gates open at 11 am. look at the AMOUNT of people. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408869827702806738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SxAqc2yN2NI/AAAAAAAABBM/E5TRUsE6Fa4/s320/IMG_5493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i went with my sexy yap! while she waited in line, i went to grab ourselves tuna and chicken sandwiches. we spent an hour gossiping in line. haha. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i also talked about movies i watched in my video. but forget about it. i forgot what movies i watched besides 2012. all the others were animations. i liked astro boy and planet 51 more than cloudy with a chance of meatballs. and i liked planet 51 more than astro boy. but none which i am gaga over it. so if i could turn back time, i won't even watch any of them, haha. and save the money. buy myself a pair of flats, wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but 2012, was worth it. i rant too much seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a serious (emo) note: it is more difficult to find someone who loves you for who you are, than to find someone to love. so when you've found that someone, appreciate all you can. cause people who don't love you for who you are definitely worthless. and people who gave up on you are worthless. don't spend a minute thinking 'it was my fault'. love forgives, and if she/he loves, she/he'd never let go. and it's least worthy to fight for someone who didn't love you for who you are or gave up on you, with someone who truly loves you for who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4632184430085994657?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4632184430085994657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4632184430085994657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4632184430085994657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4632184430085994657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/11/absence.html' title='Absence.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SxAmo2QvNAI/AAAAAAAABBE/_A7G5oF6CI0/s72-c/IMG_5489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-826866180078657884</id><published>2009-11-14T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:05:03.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random shit.</title><content type='html'>ok this time around we talk clothes. as in a serious topic on clothes. this post because i find i have always been granted very slight chances in explaining myself when wearing something. so have i been accused and there was not an opportunity to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i pick out my outfits, depending usually on two factors : my company and the venue. let's see how this works. my clothes are divided into, clothes for classes, clothes for going out with other half, et-F-c. i don't wear what i wear to class when i am out dating UNLESS clothings are versatile enough to suit both ocassions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perspective of comfort clothes is tank top, shorts/mini and cardigan. it just means i am in my comfort zone. usually meant for movies or hanging out for no reason. rarely for classes. not the tank top. usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for classes are usually all the time pullovers. thick jackets. or 'long enough' dresses topped up with cardigan. reason is, classes are cold. so i rarely remove pullovers. removing pullovers is troublesome. so it's either i wear it, and never remove it, OR I DON'T WEAR IT. simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, my boyfriend ask, why do i always have the tank top and skirt outfit when i am out with him. simple. the answer is, that's my dating outfit. i absolutely adore the high waisted poofy skirt because it's conservative like me, yet very feminine. i only wear this, when i want to look my best. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my favourites. so yeah there's the reason. haven't you got a favourite outfit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my tank tops + skirts are usually for really special moments with a special person. it's my favourite outfit combination. hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually feel prettiest in a pair of high waisted skirt and a tank top.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-826866180078657884?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/826866180078657884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=826866180078657884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/826866180078657884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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some. hilarious at moments. and was joyous towards the end. (sorry mun choon choon if you hated it =(()&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in my facebook, someone said '2012 is life changing'. i partially agree with his statement, but in my perspective, 2012 made me realize life, so much more than i did before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it made me realize that life's too short. reminded me to not give up on loving. reminded me to take a chance on things i believed and had faith in. never look back because life's too short for regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that was sadly the only plus point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad thing is, it also made me asked myself, 'so i've learnt all these awesome currency and all these awesome strategies in stock trading, credit risk watching, i am a smart child when it comes to legally gambling and analyzing legal gambling, but when the world comes to an end, how can i help make a change?'. no economy is gonna matter, no currency is going to matter, no financial instruments are going to matter. it's just us against nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ...took the wrong major. HAHA. ok. sorry that was silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, the big question is, if you were given that one magical chance worth 1 billion euro, would you embark on that almighty ark? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't. i won't watch the people i love die. the worst kind of pain is to watch the people you know and love die, and yet to survive ourselves. it's the heaviest circumstance one's got to endure. if nature's going to take its own course, so will i follow, because i am sure if it happens, God has planned it. now the thing is, how much you believe in God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unless, i get to bring along everyone i love and care for. my house. my clothes. my bla bla bla. wth, i am a sentimental person. stubborn hard as stone is, but definitely, soft at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403661462573116130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sv2peGsjauI/AAAAAAAABAk/hPxSd9TOeK8/s320/IMG_5485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obligatory camwhore shot! forgive the pimples. contagious, got it from hbr1. tsk. i had GREAT fun today getting lost for an hour searching high and low for gasoline. jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5653039622026117855?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5653039622026117855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5653039622026117855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5653039622026117855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5653039622026117855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/11/prophecy.html' title='the prophecy'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sv2peGsjauI/AAAAAAAABAk/hPxSd9TOeK8/s72-c/IMG_5485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4949432129421893294</id><published>2009-11-08T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:11:53.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hungry monster.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures from dinner at San Francisco steakhouse hours ago. feeling tremendously sleepy. so this will be a real short post. with piccies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779138960757874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5gczfFHI/AAAAAAAABAc/LAawMM4EKHA/s320/IMG_5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; preferred the previous san francisco's menu. it seemed as if they revamped their menu and shrank it quite a bit. very disappointing because i initially wanted the black pepper rib eye steak. i am a sucker for meat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5gF3rFvI/AAAAAAAABAU/9RaQVniZ1dE/s1600-h/IMG_5458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779132804306674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5gF3rFvI/AAAAAAAABAU/9RaQVniZ1dE/s320/IMG_5458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5f9nFHiI/AAAAAAAABAM/eICN7UDDn4A/s1600-h/IMG_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779130587225634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5f9nFHiI/AAAAAAAABAM/eICN7UDDn4A/s320/IMG_5461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; accompanying complimentary bread. love the garlic butter. i love anything with garlic, butter, cheese, onion. very guilty. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5flnxa_I/AAAAAAAABAE/cf1kkhjpkyo/s1600-h/IMG_5464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401779124147678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5flnxa_I/AAAAAAAABAE/cf1kkhjpkyo/s320/IMG_5464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my f-awesome favourite among all dishes! escargots! with garlic cream sauce. i literally licked the platter clean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;food piccies! need not much commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5Cp-jPmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/xUbMgDwMWxU/s1600-h/IMG_5469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778627100753506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5Cp-jPmI/AAAAAAAAA_0/xUbMgDwMWxU/s320/IMG_5469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5CYo8YGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/GHjMq7srb5I/s1600-h/IMG_5471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778622446723170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5CYo8YGI/AAAAAAAAA_s/GHjMq7srb5I/s320/IMG_5471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mine! sucker for any type of meat. lamb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5B2mqnlI/AAAAAAAAA_k/UVv90t7ClMc/s1600-h/IMG_5473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778613310365266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5B2mqnlI/AAAAAAAAA_k/UVv90t7ClMc/s320/IMG_5473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sister's lamb rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5Bnb06sI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jgGI_tZesSE/s1600-h/IMG_5475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778609238371010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5Bnb06sI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jgGI_tZesSE/s320/IMG_5475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5A3aaFlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Nd4oPjq4Ocg/s1600-h/IMG_5476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401778596347516498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5A3aaFlI/AAAAAAAAA_U/Nd4oPjq4Ocg/s320/IMG_5476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's a short food piccies post for you. salivating yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4949432129421893294?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4949432129421893294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4949432129421893294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4949432129421893294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4949432129421893294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/11/hungry-monster.html' title='hungry monster.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Svb5gczfFHI/AAAAAAAABAc/LAawMM4EKHA/s72-c/IMG_5457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2622350484866172733</id><published>2009-11-07T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:35:36.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random babbling.</title><content type='html'>i want to go on a strict diet. seriously. no more rubbish food. vege and h2o all the way. my skin has been so baddddd. ewww! ok, we can't really call it diet, maybe like routine. can someone fix my body clock for me!! it's 4 am and i am sitting in front of the laptop, eating chocolate mousse cake, listening to michael buble. omg. i am fat. NO wait. i am not fat, just unhealthy. i am still underweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i need to learn how to sleep early. eat healthy. wake up early. drink so much water that i'd puke. and exercise! i never ever exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait for my results. wah, this is so depressing. waiting for results has got to be the most depressing thing to do. like anticipating death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i have no idea what i am doing here. i am just bored while waiting for me, to be sleepy. this is damn sad right. and i just so happened to open my Buble live in madison square list. he is awesome. i mean, how can some people never heard of him before? damn lame. hahahaha. seriously. no joke. i like him in a way...that i don't even know which song of his is my favourite! but i absolutely love his madison square performance! i would be talking to yin wai and crazy little thing called love comes on and i'll be 'oh this is my favourite song!'. he'd go 'but so elvis!'. haha. then you don't know me would come on and i'll be gleeing 'this is my favourite song!'. indecisiveness. sigh. how to not fall in love with a man like buble. youtellme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, just a random update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading on nora robert's tribute. i've already read like.....7 of her novels i guess. i have 3 to read over here. she is an ingeneous author. her books are f-awesome. i really like adele park too. i mean, besides all the jk rowling. nora roberts is like a-may-zing. her In The Garden trilogy was good. but Montana Sky has to be my favourite =)). damn cheong hei. ok if you're bored, go get a nora roberts novel. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me that i am actually not a boring person. i mean, how many 21 year olds read nora roberts and listens to buble. ok i am boring. but really adorable! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! updates tomorrow. just to entertain my Sexy Yapsze. =)) oh bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2622350484866172733?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/2622350484866172733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=2622350484866172733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2622350484866172733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2622350484866172733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-babbling.html' title='random babbling.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-7733677445903275365</id><published>2009-11-06T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:50:18.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>went up the hill and rolled down.</title><content type='html'>oh hai. i promise YapSze i would blog. so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays is boring as hell can be. how boring can hell be? how's hell like anyways. it's just this sort of mixed feeling about holidays. happy that exams are over, finally. but sad because study life has come to an end. when there was exams, studying was boring as HELL. now that there's no more exams, no aim when waking up in the morning (or afternoon in my case), life is as boring as it can be because i have got nothing to do! shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i've been wanting to catch some movie. specifically time traveller's wife. and tsunami. but tsunami's no more showing. time traveller's wife looks like a real sad show. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOWS. haha. 'cheong hei' ah. anyhows! dickson ffk-ed yin wai and i. BUT fret not!!! i have yin wai. BUT tickets just have to be sold out. OMG DAMN CHEONG HEI CAN DIE! in conclusion, we got tickets for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went up some hill! (ok, halo, sister if you read this, just quiet ok! thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed genting like shit, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtp0_pSfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t4z9HvV1B3c/s1600-h/IMG_5437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401062418491722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtp0_pSfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t4z9HvV1B3c/s320/IMG_5437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i am shoooo purrrdey. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtpkawXuI/AAAAAAAAA-0/JQLG6GTnFTA/s1600-h/IMG_5439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401062414042029794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtpkawXuI/AAAAAAAAA-0/JQLG6GTnFTA/s320/IMG_5439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh hai, i hate your shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtpZKVqlI/AAAAAAAAA-s/AU9cxfEBSnk/s1600-h/IMG_5445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401062411020380754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtpZKVqlI/AAAAAAAAA-s/AU9cxfEBSnk/s320/IMG_5445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtpM10uEI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Gd5sDIEJD4o/s1600-h/IMG_5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401062407713110082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtpM10uEI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Gd5sDIEJD4o/s320/IMG_5446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at coffee bean! so brave hor, had ice blended and it was freezing and i was in short skirt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean, it was no ordinary thing for two young people to do. but it was REALLY FUN! beating the cold, do 'kou lan tou' stuffs like drinking ice blended in chilly air. omg. ons. then losing our ways in between those gazillion escalators. le sigh. genting is all love and no play! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so this is my blog post just to entertain Big Bola. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, these pictures are from before leaving house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401062427589656466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtqW4wv5I/AAAAAAAAA_E/Y_a8ehON_pQ/s320/IMG_5427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401062566195267202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtybO6hoI/AAAAAAAAA_M/_LsyCsf9AtE/s320/IMG_5426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;usually outfit pictures are updated in twitter. but i had no time to upload it. I WANT A BLACKBERRY! i dreamt that my sister got me a Blackberry. yin wai just had to wake me up from my sweeeet dream. and when i start work, i will get myself a blackberry, youwatchmeitellyouiamsodamndeadserious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANYWAY! since christmas is coming! yalah, you heard me. all i want is a blackberry. nothing else. understand? sigh. christmas. cannot ask too much. i want a pair of watch too!!! i still like that tommy hilfiger one i saw. HAHAHAHA. what! you think i like Guess watches ar, dowan please, overrated. ahhhh, christmas is coming. so excited. youwatchlah, when i work, I GOING TO BUY MYSELF ALL THESE SHIT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i swear. seehowseriousiam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. okay good night! thank you for sparing few minutes of your life in my blog. thank u thank u.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-7733677445903275365?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/7733677445903275365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=7733677445903275365&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7733677445903275365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7733677445903275365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/11/went-up-hill-and-rolled-down.html' title='went up the hill and rolled down.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SvRtp0_pSfI/AAAAAAAAA-8/t4z9HvV1B3c/s72-c/IMG_5437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5317742622313244155</id><published>2009-11-01T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:55:34.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled updates are good for the soul.</title><content type='html'>oh hai. good morning. it's 7.25 am. and i am awake. i am on holidays, so it's a rare thing to see me awake at such an ungodly hour. i fell asleep at 1.20 am, surprise surprise much. jolted up at 4.34 am to make a call, wth. but eventually i did fall back asleep. but wtf, i woke back up at 5.30 am thinking i used the wrong information to derive my correlation coeffiecient and beta. omg. really fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i panicked for a moment. haha. this sounds really silly. i thought i used the standard deviation of market multiplied with the s.d. of the company to derive the beta. why would i multiply these two. then i realized i used it when deriving my correlation coefficient. haha. i used the variance of the market to derive the beta. and i thought of all these things IN BED, without looking at the book for formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok boring things aside, i am done with exams! wheee! cartwheels/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't tell if i did ok because now, after everything, i keep thinking i made mistakes. didn't draw enough conclusions, didn't explain enough, maybe i used the wrong information, explained TOO MUCH and drew too little conclusions etc. and some, i don't even know the answers (thank you, investment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is pray hard... and worry even more. trust me on the worrying part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after all the chaos and havoc for finals, whee, i got to finally do what i wanted to do all week long. which was, VISIT COTTON ON IN 1U!! yes you heard me, whee, cotton on is in malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at otak-otak place. i really like this place. simply because of the deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4azkqjS5I/AAAAAAAAA-c/K1ATnN-3uak/s1600-h/IMG_5281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282476581604242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4azkqjS5I/AAAAAAAAA-c/K1ATnN-3uak/s320/IMG_5281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blurry picture sorry forgot to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4ageeqMQI/AAAAAAAAA-U/bafBqyg7JgA/s1600-h/IMG_5283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282148503597314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4ageeqMQI/AAAAAAAAA-U/bafBqyg7JgA/s320/IMG_5283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; menus were in forms of exercise books, very very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4agCx0pFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/dVTLngKL1f4/s1600-h/IMG_5287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282141067781202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4agCx0pFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/dVTLngKL1f4/s320/IMG_5287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;table number cards in happy family cards! chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4afzRL_2I/AAAAAAAAA-E/rIMRlF3HoTg/s1600-h/IMG_5288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282136904367970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4afzRL_2I/AAAAAAAAA-E/rIMRlF3HoTg/s320/IMG_5288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4afVQkhqI/AAAAAAAAA98/jpMFyVjo5gQ/s1600-h/IMG_5290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282128848717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4afVQkhqI/AAAAAAAAA98/jpMFyVjo5gQ/s320/IMG_5290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like otak-otak a lot. especially those from muar and which are too oily to actually be eaten. unhealthy food is yummy food, really. look at mc d's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cotton on, i was a little girl in a candy store! for many reasons. because everything is chio and cute there! no.2, the clothes are reasonably cheap! 50% of forever 21, nice huh. i couldn't decide what i want, haha. drawbacks, it feels as if there's not much selections. andddddd, the worst thing EVER, i can't fit into their size 6....which is their smallest size. wtf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if you stood there and you tried converting their AUD prices into MYR, at the current exchange rate, it is actually....wayyyyy cheaper. i have no idea why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite not being able to fit in the smallest size, i still grabbed an awesome skirt and will bring it to the tailor later, fml seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4afKW1ORI/AAAAAAAAA90/ArcpIWUxKF8/s1600-h/IMG_5291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399282125922187538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Su4afKW1ORI/AAAAAAAAA90/ArcpIWUxKF8/s320/IMG_5291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; whee! yin wai goes grocery shopping! hahahahahahahahahaha. poor baby, the things he has to do for me. hahahahahaha. you should've seen his face when i was at the HYPER (not super)market, to get chicken wings and a bottle of yoghurt. and he asked if i was going to eat the yoghurt. hahahahaha. i said 'no it's for my face' HAHAHAHA. ahhh FHL! (eh but then he doesn't look handsome here how come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5317742622313244155?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5317742622313244155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5317742622313244155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5317742622313244155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5317742622313244155'/><link 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7578156255126954642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7578156255126954642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-hai.html' title='Oh hai.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1329685796451080735</id><published>2009-10-26T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T03:38:38.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day.</title><content type='html'>i have all my life, been raised, fed and grew up in pj. however, my parents are from seremban, negeri sembilan. we seldom make trips backs. i have no idea why. i return, maybe like, twice a year. once during the cny, once during all soul's day (cheng beng-like festival for catholics like me). but for the past two years, i haven't been returning for all soul's day because it often fell on dates during my examination period. but this year, because i am only sitting for three paper, i guess i felt i should really make time to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another main reason i chose to go back was because i haven't had the yummy food in seremban for a long time. everytime i returned during the cny, we always had food from my grandma's place because likely everywhere else is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really long night before. but managed to grab proper sleep before the journey back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of was our favourite beef ball noodles. nothing like the ones u find in lai foong, petaling street. this is way better. but i can't say much for the ambience though. it is in a market. wet market to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQYuoHvuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/tymcuEztOyI/s1600-h/IMG_5268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396808114236800738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQYuoHvuI/AAAAAAAAA9s/tymcuEztOyI/s320/IMG_5268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old school, double storey market. very smelly and dirty. but people actually hang out there. maybe because there is no starbucks. you could really tell we were the outcasts in the market. everyone was in rubber slippers and pyjamas (in my context, t-shirt and rubber shorts are pyjamas!). and i was in ballet flats, equipped with hobo bags. haha. i adore this place. instills a nostalgic feel in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQYVfj38I/AAAAAAAAA9k/K6e9-MC3jV4/s1600-h/IMG_5269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396808107490009026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQYVfj38I/AAAAAAAAA9k/K6e9-MC3jV4/s320/IMG_5269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this has got to be our favourite beef ball noodles stall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQJ_EyH5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/oqkqFEK80-Q/s1600-h/IMG_5270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396807860953948050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQJ_EyH5I/AAAAAAAAA9c/oqkqFEK80-Q/s320/IMG_5270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very scrumptious because of the bits of salted lettuce (ham choi?) and the fried up nuts! i adore the stomach parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we headed up to the cemetary to pay visits to the deceased. er..........no pictures. you want meh? haha. and i have never met these people in my life. it always gives me a heavy feeling because i've only seen them through pictures. and so i've heard so many great things about my grandpa, aunt and maternal grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we stopped by awhile Por Por Sally's place. apparently her daughter is a lecturer in rmit, melbourne. but really, there are so many relatives, i can't really remember anyone at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQJTewwcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/nmVCb8DTd_8/s1600-h/IMG_5271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396807849251750338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQJTewwcI/AAAAAAAAA9U/nmVCb8DTd_8/s320/IMG_5271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she lives in a really old-school place. i've never seen any house like that in my life before. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQJG2qsCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/rpFLzn0t4gM/s1600-h/IMG_5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396807845862354978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQJG2qsCI/AAAAAAAAA9M/rpFLzn0t4gM/s320/IMG_5272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old-school spiral staircase. i love staircases like this! why people don't make them anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQIj-973I/AAAAAAAAA9E/stXLEorxwoU/s1600-h/IMG_5273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396807836501929842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQIj-973I/AAAAAAAAA9E/stXLEorxwoU/s320/IMG_5273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;modern decoration on an antique chair. hahaha. such a face because i was already dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQIRXdZ7I/AAAAAAAAA88/wqyuDWBW6mc/s1600-h/IMG_5275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396807831504381874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SuVQIRXdZ7I/AAAAAAAAA88/wqyuDWBW6mc/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lastly on the agenda was cendol. which ain't that impressive. definitely not as impressive as the one on penang road! nonetheless, a great treat after such a hot day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so that was my one day back to seremban! until today, i cannot remember roads in seremban, sadly. but i am good in roads in melaka and penang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, shall go back to books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1329685796451080735?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/10/wheeeeeeeeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeeeeeeeee!!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4552231503905703707</id><published>2009-10-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:10:32.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambles dambles.</title><content type='html'>the only reason why i am here, blogging about my randoms shiznits, is because i am sick of studying gosh. i just, PARTICULARLY, hate this topic. i like fixed income securities valuation, but not management for fixed income securities. haha. i don't like managing this shit. i do not want to become a bond fund manager. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i need a break from that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no pictures nor videos these days because, i, yours truly, lost the sd memory card. fml seriously. one second it was on my study table, couple of days later, it VANISHED. how can that happen. like magic. really. no joke. maybe my dad or mum is a magician. like, a secret job. i don't know. you really will not believe how devastated i was when i lost it. i had the maid help me shift all the tables so i could look beneath. had to make munyinwai search the car too. i thought the card was going to cost me rm400. ok whatever, cut the damn story short, i managed to get a new one. a 2 gb wan somemore, don't mess with me itellu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am more than excited about tomorrow, because i am going to get it tomorrow. please pray i do not get lost in digital mall. excited, because, it just means, i can take pictures of myself, food, skies, myself, random bits of life and more of myself! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait, there's a bad note, no videos until at least 30th of october. i am having my final finals (final finals, because, yeah muffinmctuffin, i am graduating! if i don't fail). i just did my first paper on tuesday. i was both, scared and excited. actually more of scared than excited. shit scared. no joke. my hand is still sore from tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these frigging ECON papers, they make you write like you type on those facebook games (there, the one test how fast you type, typewriter maniac, some bozo like that). no joke. serious. but i was shit lucky i managed to finish my 6 essays. though unsure of 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two more papers left, which are open book exams. i am shit worried about them. don't think i am kiasu and all the shits can? rmit exams have the own drawbacks. the economics papers are always closed book papers, but they give you 2 hours to do 6/8 essays. crazy. open books, are open books lorh, but then, it's like them telling you 'ok i give you a book, but do you think it will help?'. HAHA. serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, because i am bogged down with exams, i won't video anything till i finish my exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really think of what to type. but then i really want to eat the pork noodles at SS15, the pork ball noodles from seksyen 17, bak kut teh, fish and chips, spaghetti bolognese, pizza from pizza hut, THAT BEEF PIE FROM DOME, shit. feels as if i've been fasting for a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been so unhappy these days okay. shit, my other half said he is partnering a girl for a project. wah lao, i was OF COURSE unhappy lah shit. but he ask, of course i must maintain my cool and say no. haha, jia jia cool all the shit. i drew a picture of him, and stabbed it with a pen knife, no, really. so i've been unhappy for two days already, shit myself. then i pulled myself back together of course. anyway, because i realized he was quite tom piah, want to partner girl for something you need to build. hahahahaha. is like a guy partnering me in carpentry class. HAHAHAHA. is like, taking the path ....of doing all the rough work. okay lah, considering so, i felt i should forget about it. FUH. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND HE JUST HAD TO COMPLIMENT HER. SERIOUSLY WANT TO DIE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4552231503905703707?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4552231503905703707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4552231503905703707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4552231503905703707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4552231503905703707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/10/rambles-dambles.html' title='Rambles dambles.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4096425867803585885</id><published>2009-10-11T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T12:33:51.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>needing to keep up!</title><content type='html'>hi everyone! i apologize over my disappearance from tinybabybolster. however, i am temporarily back, for a blog post. studies and my boyfriend have been taking a toll on me, sucking all the sun and fun out of me. no good sign, seriously. /shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final exams are in... 1 week exactly from now. can't tell if i am really excited or scared. but definitely more scared than excited. please someone, ask me to start revising my international trade! dreadful cause there's like 50 graphs, ridiculous. no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i have two open book exams. please don't rejoice for me, thank you. i hate open books. there's this thing about rmit exams. there's always a drawback. closed book examinations give you more time to think, the questions aren't so bitchy and examiner's expectation ain't that high. however... of course, there's no book to refer. opened book exams sounds easier, but there's always a retard time constraint and examiner's expectations are wayyyy higher. shit those drawbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst papers of all, are economics papers. because dah, you need to draw nice, proper graphs for almost every question. they only give you 2 hours to do 6 essays, wth? time constraint, no books to refer to. struggle with both time and knowledge. /wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been up to nothing but just being miserable lately! fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are pictures from a fortnight ago. from my cousin's 10th birthday party at The Club, Bukit Utama. a very fancy recreational club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpYF8XcjI/AAAAAAAAA80/4u5oDWiA7R0/s1600-h/IMG_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391417197804876338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpYF8XcjI/AAAAAAAAA80/4u5oDWiA7R0/s320/IMG_5126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, being cute in my blown hair. haha. being cute. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpXjWJk5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/7O9GG5KNHAU/s1600-h/IMG_5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391417188517778322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpXjWJk5I/AAAAAAAAA8s/7O9GG5KNHAU/s320/IMG_5129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see? posh right? it's right next to the British international school. these rich kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpXH3xioI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9NE01I8ksm0/s1600-h/IMG_5130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391417181142616706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpXH3xioI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9NE01I8ksm0/s320/IMG_5130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the mischievious (how'd you spell this..? wait check oxford)...oh ok mischievous, brat. xiwen commented on my cleavage, thank you. /takes a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpWn6zjJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/30JT5EyueZk/s1600-h/IMG_5174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391417172565396626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpWn6zjJI/AAAAAAAAA8c/30JT5EyueZk/s320/IMG_5174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; take camera and camwhore a bit. even my sister was dumbfounded at my actions. thank you, retard just the way i like it, yeah. /takes a bow again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpWJQB6EI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nayYn3Fx1Ds/s1600-h/IMG_5200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391417164332918850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpWJQB6EI/AAAAAAAAA8U/nayYn3Fx1Ds/s320/IMG_5200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh it was terbalik, but it's okay. hahahaha. /throws hand in the air profusely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays i always have dreams about people that i want to meet, omg. sometimes i wished i died in my sleep and could dream, like forever. haha. first i met michael buble and he serenaded me with call me irresponsible. he sang 'call me, irresponsible..call me, unreliable..throw in, not dependable too' and being the perfectionist capricorner, i said 'it's undependable!!!'. he said 'it's ok'. wtf? haha. omg lame dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i dreamt of LEE HOM! ahhhh. like a wet dream i tell you. i almost cried when i was woken up, fml! i love lee hom man. i climbed up a ladder, threw my hands, waving in the air, singing wei yi at the top of my lungs. fuh. looked down the ladder, and saw my other half. looking a bit like lee hom, but also like phua chu beng (as insisted by florence jie). haha. sorry can't help, very funny. he sang wei yi. fuh. for me. maybe...ok fine, there were many people. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i have some frigging sweet dreams tonight. lee hom again i hope, because i am listening to him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time!!! maybe a video during my study break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4096425867803585885?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4096425867803585885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4096425867803585885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4096425867803585885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4096425867803585885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/10/needing-to-keep-up.html' title='needing to keep up!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/StIpYF8XcjI/AAAAAAAAA80/4u5oDWiA7R0/s72-c/IMG_5126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1429084023754855930</id><published>2009-10-03T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:54:50.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled ones.</title><content type='html'>Men too often underestimate women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men play the game, and women can play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ugly truth is just an epitome of stupid women. Smart ones acknowledged the game, long before time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, thank you monster hashbrown, i had fun, just by talking to you today. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1429084023754855930?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1429084023754855930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1429084023754855930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1429084023754855930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1429084023754855930'/><link rel='alternate' 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once, but twice (thank you, brisbane bestie for the well wishes). it was chilly but felt very cosy. my sheets felt cold, not warm. maybe because i was sleeping in new sheets. i slept earlier than my usual bedtime (which would normally be five am) and i doze off to buble. maybe because i felt loved. idk, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up and realized there was still time to sleep, whee. that was ultimately the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i eventually woke up. took a brush and bath. and spontaneously chose an outfit. it wasn't one of those days where i didn't know what to wear. and i wasn't indecisive. i even had time for concealer and a hair blow dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;international trade exams was today. it's a 40% paper and i hate the subject. i was worried, but not much because i already did everything i know i can. it was all up to the paper at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed my books, choose my flats of the day and walked downstairs to find my ready made milo on the table. i knew i wasn't late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached college, i grabbed a chicken curry puff and chatted up the store's uncle. what's sad is, he's leaving next month, i love his puffs. what's not that sad is, i am leaving as well. haha. breakfasts are quite mandatory to me because i can't function when i am hungry. sat beside kyth, munching on my puff, scanning through my notes, when mei yen arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then soon enough it was time, for it. haha. as usual, i chose to sit smack in front of the hall. some sort of good feng shui, i reckon much. i couldn't decide if i was tired, or so i was fed up. i did the questions randomly. from question 4 i jumped to question 26. i guess i need the variety. as usual, options were similar to each other, making things complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the sort of paper you hoped you picked the right answer. but you can't tell if it's right because, there's another one which looks right too. so it's either you get real lucky, score darn high scores. or you're total bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper, i sat with the rest. had a roti. and i headed of the inti's 5th floor library. the librarians were awfully friendly at inti's library. even the guard is friendly. i managed to get hold of two choices of articles i would like to research on. i didn't know how to operate the damned photocopying machines but thank god for the help of leong may yenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly took a stroll back to college library because it seemed as if it was going to rain. and when i reached shelter, it did rain, thank god. facebooked and twittered before i decided to go home, to avoid further menstrual pains urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept soundly through out my noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)) i feel light today. how was your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2938296046309708130</id><published>2009-09-25T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:08:06.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow ballet shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7HZO9v9D2xM&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/7HZO9v9D2xM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/09/yellow-ballet-shoes.html' title='yellow ballet shoes.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-8861992002490060210</id><published>2009-09-20T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T03:47:24.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more than words.</title><content type='html'>back to words. there's too many contrasting views on my vlogs, i can't accept it. haha. so for now, because there's an overload of unposted pictures in my folders, i am back to words for the moment. blogging while waiting for my game to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these are pictures from yi wen's 21st birthday celebration at euro deli @ damansara kim. i actually drew up a chart of choices for her, naming, palate pallete (very hard to remember how to spell the name of this place), frames. i forgot where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are pictures from that particular night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ66EjM9eI/AAAAAAAAA7s/p-3gMYbJZlQ/s1600-h/IMG_5000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383625542640399842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ66EjM9eI/AAAAAAAAA7s/p-3gMYbJZlQ/s320/IMG_5000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ze girls! szu kee, who came down from...setapak is it? jo who looks overjoyed! what's up, jo? florence who apparently skipped yoga. and she is always so enthusiastic about making me 'chi mui' for her wedding! me of course. s vien my bimbo other half! chen chen, the other birthday girl and taxation partner in crime. yee vonn, do not need to know her. irrelevant really. jacq! the shopping other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this stage, i realized i forgot to edit pictures of food. so we'll do that some other day, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ65kwmEsI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Y7qxQqXlV6M/s1600-h/IMG_5017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383625534106636994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ65kwmEsI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Y7qxQqXlV6M/s320/IMG_5017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two birthday girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really tell why i loved the place. maybe because people looked joyful. they kept staring at us in awe. haha. or maybe we're just too much of a noise pollution. the food was nothing to shout about but most of the dishes were pork, so i am a pork meat lover, so i am all ups for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6QIbsxtI/AAAAAAAAA7c/y5IBUaVhlx8/s1600-h/IMG_5039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624822128166610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6QIbsxtI/AAAAAAAAA7c/y5IBUaVhlx8/s320/IMG_5039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6PhJbjnI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Pw2lY8fuhks/s1600-h/IMG_5043-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624811582557810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6PhJbjnI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Pw2lY8fuhks/s320/IMG_5043-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candid pictures all through out the night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and some outfit pictures. wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6O44cgXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/u1bQWpWO4L0/s1600-h/IMG_5075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624800773898610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6O44cgXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/u1bQWpWO4L0/s320/IMG_5075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looking down cause look too yong sui. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6Oe7JJgI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ils-xLHaJ8A/s1600-h/IMG_5076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383624793805891074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SrZ6Oe7JJgI/AAAAAAAAA68/Ils-xLHaJ8A/s320/IMG_5076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beanies are adorable! and people can recognize you from afar. haha. this was before class, thus the cardigan and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-8861992002490060210?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/8861992002490060210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=8861992002490060210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-9066876824814418622</id><published>2009-09-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:48:04.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickier update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e815cFMj-vE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e815cFMj-vE&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, nose break out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-9066876824814418622?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/9066876824814418622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=9066876824814418622&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/9066876824814418622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/9066876824814418622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickier-update.html' title='Quickier update!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4573918640852705150</id><published>2009-09-11T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T13:46:58.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lXTYqKU_doE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/lXTYqKU_doE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really bad night. and really sleep deprived because of extra class and talks. so forgive the crappy look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4573918640852705150?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4573918640852705150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4573918640852705150&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4573918640852705150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/4573918640852705150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/09/quickie.html' title='quickie!'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-921264848221852863</id><published>2009-09-10T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:09:01.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so when you get home from work, you have something to smile about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BPY8kuLcDUA&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/BPY8kuLcDUA&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shift my eyes from the cam is because i had a list of topics to talk about. just to make sure i stick by the topics and keep the recording time within limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's to make you smile, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-921264848221852863?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/921264848221852863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=921264848221852863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/921264848221852863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/921264848221852863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-when-you-get-home-from-work-you-have.html' title='so when you get home from work, you have something to smile about...'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-3441191003391790426</id><published>2009-09-09T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:30:27.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>particularly nothing.</title><content type='html'>imma gonna blog about...particularly nothing. just little updates in life. it's 5.18pm and likely someone will be home very soon. and then.....with a new blog post, i guess someone has something to read in the toilet! you get the drift dontchu? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months back, or maybe half a year back, i fell in love with shihlin street snacks' oyster mee sua. have you heard of this place? it's always a little kiosk in shopping complexes which sells the infamous pasar malam 'uncle bob' but they call it the XXL crispy chicken or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is one near the mcd's kiosk at tgv in 1utama. another two at ikano power centre and tropicana mall. my mother and brother in law loves it to death and i never brought myself to eat it because eating oysters(such big ones, i can deal with the small ochiens in penang) can be ee-yuck with its...shit squirting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sqdy3IPDbfI/AAAAAAAAA60/RIrmFjPBMRM/s1600-h/IMG_4918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379394571346341362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sqdy3IPDbfI/AAAAAAAAA60/RIrmFjPBMRM/s320/IMG_4918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but this is exquisitely yummers. it's rm 6 per bowl. (i do not eat it with those green stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to drop by Gardens, there's this restaurant called fong lye (there's another in jalan imbi, kl, but the kl branch only serves dishes...you know normal tai chow style, but it is a taiwanese air conditioned restaurant), fong lye in gardens has a 'set concept'. serving dishes in sets. they too serve this mee sue but with pig intestines. this is wayyyyy yummier. but way costlier too. hehe. (fong lye's opposite zanmai in Gardens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have been contemplating to move my white study table back into my room because studying on a computer table is bad. there's not enough space with the amount of books i have. now how do i persuade my parents about it. my room is already packed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sqdy2qJ6trI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zGUjor8o5rk/s1600-h/IMG_4920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379394563271734962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sqdy2qJ6trI/AAAAAAAAA6s/zGUjor8o5rk/s320/IMG_4920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my lecturer couldn't recognize me because of my hair!! wtf. it's cute wat. don't worry, my skirt is short but i have pants beneath. forgive the face, was in a rush, and couldn't be bothered taking another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will my wednesday be okay? i just had some bad luck thing going on with my wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. on another note, i really want a dresscode for yee vonn's 21st birthday dinner, any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-3441191003391790426?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/3441191003391790426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=3441191003391790426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3441191003391790426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3441191003391790426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/09/particularly-nothing.html' title='particularly nothing.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sqdy3IPDbfI/AAAAAAAAA60/RIrmFjPBMRM/s72-c/IMG_4918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-442772585220397769</id><published>2009-09-06T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T06:07:44.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>taking it to the floor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dd24NYM2cWo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dd24NYM2cWo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha this song brings back A LOT of memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was the song for sabrina's and my performance at 2004 smkts prom. where FOR THE FIRST TIME in our lives, we forgot the steps to it. ok, at first she forgot, then i stopped for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but what people didn't know about this performance was...we cut the song down short to 2 minutes, upbeat it and we only chereographed the song 1 night before hand. heroic right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we didn't sleep the entire night practising this shit just to forget it in the end. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another thing which no one knew was the second time we re-did our routine at the prom (after stupid edmund shouted 'nevermind! again!'), we also forgot the steps. but this time both of us forgot it together. haha. but no one noticed cause we patched it up so quick. haha. (stupid edmund, he doesn't know re-doing the whole routine is kinda difficult for us)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but, this was my favourite dance performed. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-442772585220397769?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/442772585220397769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=442772585220397769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/442772585220397769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/442772585220397769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-it-to-floor.html' title='taking it to the floor.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-7927397975751037172</id><published>2009-09-04T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:38:48.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compensation.</title><content type='html'>sorry for i have been missing for such a long time. my baby lappie's hard disk crashed. so...any memories, pictures, songs are all permanently gone. just a sign, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is dell baby back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reinstalled my photo editor.... ok, rather my brother-in-law did it for me. i am not very tech savvy. so now i am back in full force with pictures! woot. other pictures have been uploaded in fb, so i will just do posts on pictures, not on fb. i will take my sweet time doing the ones in fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assignments are due soon. so yeah, my schedules are slightly packed for now. it's 4 am, so you should be grateful i am updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many many asked why was my blog locked for a moment few days back. haha. that's for me to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BNM talk. so took the opportunity to camwhore in formality, hmph! full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1La6sZpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NK7ONvZRwFY/s1600-h/IMG_4835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377708269121595026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1La6sZpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NK7ONvZRwFY/s320/IMG_4835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; okay wat! i look cute in formal as well. well, bring it on working life. haha. will talk about the talk some other day. because there are actually more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have read my blog long enough, you would know that there are few things in life which makes me happy when i wake up. and one of them is blue skies! (you can find this post i think, in dec 2008 archives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1KqGAKnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iHAzeILOf50/s1600-h/IMG_4852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377708256015690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1KqGAKnI/AAAAAAAAA6c/iHAzeILOf50/s320/IMG_4852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outside my house on a tuesday during my mid semester break. yes, i was on a mid semester break when my laptop crashed, how sad right? so i spent my days reading through things i've missed out in taxation and i watched a lot, let me repeat, A LOT of television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was out with my sister and beloved nephew at Ikano. doing basically, nothing fruitful because i was broke and didn't want to see things. (sze vien and i were both broke. why are we always broke?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1KVDC1uI/AAAAAAAAA6U/jQByhTZzlPU/s1600-h/IMG_4855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377708250366138082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1KVDC1uI/AAAAAAAAA6U/jQByhTZzlPU/s320/IMG_4855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me in car doing some 'pro' photographing. sorry i look ugly. i don't always wear make up (ahem, vien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1Jw-kr1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/orBiyWTIVvY/s1600-h/IMG_4856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377708240683708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1Jw-kr1I/AAAAAAAAA6M/orBiyWTIVvY/s320/IMG_4856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blue skies near my sister's place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on saturday after my haircut, my mom and i went for ramadan bazaar! woot! i mean, this is one of the few things i won't miss every year. good food = all up for it yo. so if you're up for food bazaar(or clothes bazaar, or shoes bazaar), and you have no one to go with, pick me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1Jnd6B8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/H10aX_QJ1Go/s1600-h/IMG_4870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377708238130776002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1Jnd6B8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/H10aX_QJ1Go/s320/IMG_4870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have the fantabulous onde-onde. and...i had cucur, which wasn't yummy. at all. but i still enjoyed it, it was food after all. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day at class. look at my pretty friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0jroJMDI/AAAAAAAAA58/eLKdSEk8zO8/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707586412425266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0jroJMDI/AAAAAAAAA58/eLKdSEk8zO8/s320/IMG_4900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you see, there's this myth with me and my camera. haha. if you resist the camera, i ought to take really ugly pictures of you. this is PROOF. kingsley says you're sexy though, yap. visit my sexy yap at xivien.wordpress.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0jKocNeI/AAAAAAAAA50/sja3w7ObHh0/s1600-h/IMG_4902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707577555301858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0jKocNeI/AAAAAAAAA50/sja3w7ObHh0/s320/IMG_4902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was thursday. i tell you, wednesday is jinx. i hate wednesdays. i swear. before 8 am tax class. shoooo cute right my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0i0N9YQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/S3ahRu7LNwo/s1600-h/IMG_4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707571538649346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0i0N9YQI/AAAAAAAAA5s/S3ahRu7LNwo/s320/IMG_4903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;present shopping today at pyramid with sexy yap. (when i say sexy leong means yee vonn, just too many sexies to comprehend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0ifPr-zI/AAAAAAAAA5k/L-vRmSXtI3Y/s1600-h/IMG_4904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707565908753202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0ifPr-zI/AAAAAAAAA5k/L-vRmSXtI3Y/s320/IMG_4904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this woman has daya tahan yang kuat semasa shopping i swear. she never allows me to buy anything. butbutbut....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0h71M69I/AAAAAAAAA5c/lYspiu-6B8o/s1600-h/IMG_4905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707556402424786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0h71M69I/AAAAAAAAA5c/lYspiu-6B8o/s320/IMG_4905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cheeeeeeese! all smiles in front of....is that charles and keith!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0HLfJbuI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9Cqwb-gaVk0/s1600-h/IMG_4906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707096748420834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0HLfJbuI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9Cqwb-gaVk0/s320/IMG_4906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; where we met up with ika and their friend aysheh! i duno how to spell your name, hottie. sorry. this is ika saying 'eeeee! barbie dollll!!'. referring to my hair duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0G9oH7sI/AAAAAAAAA5M/5kfw5SnnHkE/s1600-h/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707093027974850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0G9oH7sI/AAAAAAAAA5M/5kfw5SnnHkE/s320/IMG_4907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0GSyD1DI/AAAAAAAAA5E/3yUcv3OM5Dc/s1600-h/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707081526924338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0GSyD1DI/AAAAAAAAA5E/3yUcv3OM5Dc/s320/IMG_4908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha sorry, being cheeky. and so we left early because someone had to leave at 4pm. but the trip was fruitful. for me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0F_Nr8VI/AAAAAAAAA48/kvQG0nGSQq8/s1600-h/IMG_4913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707076274090322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0F_Nr8VI/AAAAAAAAA48/kvQG0nGSQq8/s320/IMG_4913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fruitful because i got myself a very cute bag, which even ika said is nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0Fj3LgNI/AAAAAAAAA40/Zr0td7CbwBI/s1600-h/IMG_4914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377707068931932370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF0Fj3LgNI/AAAAAAAAA40/Zr0td7CbwBI/s320/IMG_4914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahah. sorry had to camwhore. love the skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so, i will continue my rants on another day because clearly it's time to sleep. i don't want to be nocturnal. good night everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh before that, alvin wants his name here and so, alvin alvin alvin alvin. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waittttt....i scored a 25/30 for my investments test. not too shabby huh! i am one of the 16% of HDs. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and waiiiittt....i love big bird!!!! but he just broke my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-7927397975751037172?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/7927397975751037172/comments/default' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SqF1La6sZpI/AAAAAAAAA6k/NK7ONvZRwFY/s72-c/IMG_4835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-7146468409250309372</id><published>2009-08-17T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:19:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my blue blue monday.</title><content type='html'>ah this is one of those very random blog posts which i rant about particularly, nothing. i haven't been looking forward to monday for a long long time. i despise tax because... karnal just doesn't teach very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i specially wasn't looking forward to this monday because... investments exams was today. i had bad experiences with mcq (multiple choice questions) format exams, especially during empirical studies, risk managment and int. monetary econs. before in my first year, i loved mcqs, haha. then the choices became too alike with each other (one word different doesn't make our lives easier), then they gave choice like 'A &amp;amp; B are false' or 'all of the above', fml. then the questions became MORE IRRELEVANT as ever before (like in IME). it's as if i have never taken the subject before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was nervous. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc3ix5D7I/AAAAAAAAA4k/ThOqCdoSbNE/s1600-h/IMG_4779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926139914653618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc3ix5D7I/AAAAAAAAA4k/ThOqCdoSbNE/s320/IMG_4779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mun wah skipped smallB&amp;amp;accountant to study. i had a long 2.5 hours break. so we spent it with others in the library studying.the one on the left is kenneth, who never attends winnie's classes and is mun wah's 2nd bf. the first has gotta be the one she messages every 30 seconds. clifford is her 3rd boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc3JiCvSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Igz9st492w0/s1600-h/IMG_4781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926133137292578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc3JiCvSI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Igz9st492w0/s320/IMG_4781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see, everytime i try to capture your picture, do not move! you're just likely to make yourself uglier. clifford, who is always grumpy at me for nothing. and weng whye, dbkl. shityou, always eat cheese bread in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc2qwwFGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/5llIh-ez6ds/s1600-h/IMG_4780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370926124877485154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc2qwwFGI/AAAAAAAAA4U/5llIh-ez6ds/s320/IMG_4780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what is curtin doing here. haha. bimboyap. and khai shin. at the other end of the table. okok i know i was wearng same thing as i wore to see yinwai on saturday. haha. but it was on the floor, convenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, yeah, that's my monday. my monday was so down, seriously. i made a mistake in exam. and now i lost hope of getting full mark for something in my university years.&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/6783172685453267216-7146468409250309372?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/7146468409250309372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Solc3ix5D7I/AAAAAAAAA4k/ThOqCdoSbNE/s72-c/IMG_4779.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-3627722503355685696</id><published>2009-08-15T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:02:11.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled post.</title><content type='html'>it has been a long long time since i did something with pictures. it's been so dull. what more those videos of my picked songs were removed by the youtube users or either had some copyright issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last week was quite a week. haha. if you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the Investments visiting lecturer from Melbourne, michael graham. and i enjoyed his lectures (well partially because i already have some feelings for the subject, wtf). he cracks some jokes in between, thus winning our attention instead of losing our attention to sleepiness. he gives very inspiring examples and he answers every single of my question. kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, dr. michael graham of rmit, if you read this, i enjoyed your lectures much! so come back, but hopefully, don't see me, cause i really want to pass this subject. remember marianne chung and if you see my finals transcript, give me a HD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9bvH7SoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k4010OwB8Tw/s1600-h/IMG_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258258633902722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9bvH7SoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k4010OwB8Tw/s320/IMG_4771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after investments with CF president at the cafeteria munching on small foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry that this post is so random because all i want to do now is sleep. i've been awake since 11 am on a freaking saturday morning. i woke up to freaking study investments (hello, exam on monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9bRETxxI/AAAAAAAAA4E/f6IJDx5Grow/s1600-h/IMG_4772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258250565666578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9bRETxxI/AAAAAAAAA4E/f6IJDx5Grow/s320/IMG_4772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; monster-field. haha. giant in a garfield! poor garfield! violated. this was at tropicana mall last night. before our District 9 screening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9a2pzNII/AAAAAAAAA38/EM99Zo_JO7g/s1600-h/IMG_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258243475158146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9a2pzNII/AAAAAAAAA38/EM99Zo_JO7g/s320/IMG_4773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ummm, some bubble tea place near the cinema. haha. we had too much time to kill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yin wai liked district 9 more than transformers. wth. i on the other hand, was too busy containing my vomit in! argh, we sat like fifth row from the front and the movie was actually sort of 'interview-like'. i had bubble tea beforehand. so most of the time i was taking deep breaths to tell myself to stop feeling nauseous. so if you want to watch this movie, sit at the back rows! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;district 9 was about aliens. the storyline was not bad. but there were a few unrealistic notions in it. like for eg, if aliens had such powerful weapons, why the hell are they bowing down to humans?? it was a disgusting movie. as is loads of huamns blowing up and aliens blown up. eww. there were a lot of parts in the movie i didn't quite understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9apvU5oI/AAAAAAAAA30/VnN73k1edXA/s1600-h/IMG_4775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258240008676994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9apvU5oI/AAAAAAAAA30/VnN73k1edXA/s320/IMG_4775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yah i know my face is fat as compared to him. stfu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9aEaiAXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/O7CVbBJc6AA/s1600-h/IMG_4776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258229989343602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9aEaiAXI/AAAAAAAAA3s/O7CVbBJc6AA/s320/IMG_4776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my favourite picture of the night! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay sleep! tired. bond pricing and valuation have to wait till tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-3627722503355685696?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/3627722503355685696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=3627722503355685696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3627722503355685696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/3627722503355685696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/08/untitled-post.html' title='untitled post.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sob9bvH7SoI/AAAAAAAAA4M/k4010OwB8Tw/s72-c/IMG_4771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-7284439509722553824</id><published>2009-08-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:26:17.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coasters of emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLidFjlLsZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLidFjlLsZc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this part in this song which says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's ever built to last,&lt;br /&gt;you're in ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which hits me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i realize how much one yearns for a sense of security. in class, i always learn that investors yearn for low risk, and i always think that's bullshit because low risk, just simply means low returns. i never really understood the concept of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being very fortunate, i always had the sense of security because i always get what i want and i get to hear what i want to hear. but this time around it's so different. i asked for challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, it's just the sense of security and incentives i search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fight, to get nothing at the end. that would be silly. if really nothing's built to last, i am in total ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i love this song dearly and it has been playing on my wmp since i watched transformers. i heard it playing when the credits rolled and the first part of the lyrics caught my attention 'do you know what's worth fighting for? when it's not worth dying for?'. so very my song, rock + emo + extreme emo lyrics= extremely me, wtf. and there's so many people who loves this song, namely yee vonn and may yee!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-7284439509722553824?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/7284439509722553824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=7284439509722553824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7284439509722553824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/7284439509722553824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/08/roller-coasters-of-emotions.html' title='roller coasters of emotions.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-480554768480543308</id><published>2009-08-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:19:22.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being lost.</title><content type='html'>i personally have many favourite songs. my favourites may range from jazz up to rock. up to lee hom, wtf. sometimes mainstreamed ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have been following me on my twitter, facebook, blog or even my msn statusses, you would have probably noticed my slight fetish over buble. there are many songs by michael i hold dearly to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's feeling good, which makes me feel excited. then there's always on my mind, which reminds me dearly of yin wai. there's call me irresponsible which makes me feel extremely playful. there's you don't know me, which makes me feel sad. and there's crazy little thing called love which makes my feet tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there's one which would be my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnJeG3W92oQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cnJeG3W92oQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost by buble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin wai would say this is a sad song. but i love how this song gives me a sense of hope and love. there's nothing sad about this song. nothing about being over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been fortunate in life, being able to experience different types of love and admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever been there for someone, but yearning for nothing in return? you've personally seen the droughts he has been through, about some other girl, and he forgets your existence when he is done, until he needs you again. but yet again, you feel happy, even if it's painful. how ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song speaks about, the ups and highs of a relationship, mistakes made and done. but above all, it speaks off, being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you are not alone, i'm always there with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll get lost together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-480554768480543308?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5431488331465482293</id><published>2009-08-03T05:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:57:24.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how come there's no mifc?</title><content type='html'>i just got to find out the saddest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that there will not be a MIFC 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always look forward towards it! every year since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://w133.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=" width="480" height="360" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s133.photobucket.com/albums/q80/mcwaiyee/?action=view&amp;amp;current=de5cf380.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; FLOAT: left; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is a recap of MIFC from last year. sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn those jerks from ministry of tourism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5431488331465482293?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5431488331465482293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4541922675976358747</id><published>2009-07-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:55:22.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one normal day at school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;there's just those normal days at school, where the curtin students are back and causing a havoc in college. when their term starts, it just means a more packed cafeteria, less parking space. but it also means, more familiar faces along the corridors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the first person i bumped into after discussion with weng whye and clifford, is bimbo yap!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4lFsB6I/AAAAAAAAA3k/EWs2MmegQeY/s1600-h/IMG_4761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363436284506015650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4lFsB6I/AAAAAAAAA3k/EWs2MmegQeY/s320/IMG_4761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happily waving my MC. coincidentally yap and ika was sick as well! i look so freaking tired was because i just woke up, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4Wrck0I/AAAAAAAAA3c/C7-JTXcwggk/s1600-h/IMG_4762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363436280637854530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4Wrck0I/AAAAAAAAA3c/C7-JTXcwggk/s320/IMG_4762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ika who refused a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4P8sOFI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iZO8eBOw4bc/s1600-h/IMG_4763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363436278831134802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4P8sOFI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iZO8eBOw4bc/s320/IMG_4763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sooooo called paying attention in investments. i don't often sit behind the class. i usually sit in the middle rows or the front rows. i have no idea why i was behind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A3zMEQdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rEIncJ_Y_9w/s1600-h/IMG_4765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363436271110996434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A3zMEQdI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rEIncJ_Y_9w/s320/IMG_4765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh that's me engaging in deep conversation with kyth and mei yen regarding international trade, during investments break. haha. which like, 2 minutes after this conversation, i went to have chicken pie. yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A3pp2bNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Ug93GkIzFv0/s1600-h/IMG_4767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363436268551564498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A3pp2bNI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Ug93GkIzFv0/s320/IMG_4767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some investments works for you lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4541922675976358747?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sm7A4lFsB6I/AAAAAAAAA3k/EWs2MmegQeY/s72-c/IMG_4761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6404742872561691803</id><published>2009-07-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:57:55.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yenne's 21st!</title><content type='html'>mei yen turns 21 this weekend. she lives in rawang (very far hello), so we brought forward the celebration. i have no idea how we ended up in zanmai, but it was after a very long discussion and many hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxsWYG342I/AAAAAAAAA2U/P7AszqQQXsY/s1600-h/IMG_4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362780387975619426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxsWYG342I/AAAAAAAAA2U/P7AszqQQXsY/s320/IMG_4679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those who sat at the other side, excluding kyth the pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxsWJnWpqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/A588opug3_U/s1600-h/IMG_4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362780384085321378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxsWJnWpqI/AAAAAAAAA2M/A588opug3_U/s320/IMG_4687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i opted to sit on the other side because the sunlight was facing me, thus better pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrzXUoRGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3zgFjGURmpE/s1600-h/IMG_4698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779786469459042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrzXUoRGI/AAAAAAAAA2E/3zgFjGURmpE/s320/IMG_4698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday girl! who wore same colour as kyth woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some food piccies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrzEkKBgI/AAAAAAAAA18/i8-MjiI3DiY/s1600-h/IMG_4703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779781434312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrzEkKBgI/AAAAAAAAA18/i8-MjiI3DiY/s320/IMG_4703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ebidon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Smxry2BXS8I/AAAAAAAAA10/sj_li4coOUg/s1600-h/IMG_4704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779777530284994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Smxry2BXS8I/AAAAAAAAA10/sj_li4coOUg/s320/IMG_4704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agedeshi tofu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrypxkVAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/V7oREvYdWlk/s1600-h/IMG_4705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779774242804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrypxkVAI/AAAAAAAAA1s/V7oREvYdWlk/s320/IMG_4705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tendon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrydFzM1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/WJvhMg0DxjI/s1600-h/IMG_4706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779770838004562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrydFzM1I/AAAAAAAAA1k/WJvhMg0DxjI/s320/IMG_4706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kakiage don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so then after filling up, we had some good laughs about boobs and penis. and someone, was laughing at my small boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrZNhZyeI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wlF1L5Mtvvw/s1600-h/IMG_4708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779337162082786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrZNhZyeI/AAAAAAAAA1c/wlF1L5Mtvvw/s320/IMG_4708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laugh until sooooo happy. this is what you get for laughing at me. now the whole world knows what you look like while laughing TOO out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as usual, we proeeded into taking more silly pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrZKi6YHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oYS1RVTdmr4/s1600-h/IMG_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779336363106418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrZKi6YHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oYS1RVTdmr4/s320/IMG_4721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; imitating yee vonn's laughter, but obvious we can't quite make it. she's a natural ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrYtjpY1I/AAAAAAAAA1M/MKHNyIfRbIs/s1600-h/IMG_4722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779328581559122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrYtjpY1I/AAAAAAAAA1M/MKHNyIfRbIs/s320/IMG_4722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chu-tao-peng. which is obviously tak halal. haha. sorry ika!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrYaTvJkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ZX0jIg-yIg8/s1600-h/IMG_4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779323414554178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrYaTvJkI/AAAAAAAAA1E/ZX0jIg-yIg8/s320/IMG_4725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yenne and her apple crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrYTvi7qI/AAAAAAAAA08/hsrxCOREbN0/s1600-h/IMG_4727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362779321652145826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxrYTvi7qI/AAAAAAAAA08/hsrxCOREbN0/s320/IMG_4727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Smxpy4QiKAI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sdHFlgWyg6Q/s1600-h/IMG_4730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777579107526658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Smxpy4QiKAI/AAAAAAAAA0s/sdHFlgWyg6Q/s320/IMG_4730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Smxpyn-6Q4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/-MUpmu8aW5I/s1600-h/IMG_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777574738641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Smxpyn-6Q4I/AAAAAAAAA0k/-MUpmu8aW5I/s320/IMG_4734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love this picture the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxpyRSSxrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/J06SWU2LeUw/s1600-h/IMG_4735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777568645924530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxpyRSSxrI/AAAAAAAAA0c/J06SWU2LeUw/s320/IMG_4735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's a nice ending to it! haha. very cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such a weird shortly described piccie post because i do not feel very well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxpyDJ_bGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nBhYfoA70WA/s1600-h/IMG_4743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362777564853005410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmxpyDJ_bGI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nBhYfoA70WA/s320/IMG_4743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then again there's the paparazzi shot. cardigan credits to mindy chung. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6404742872561691803?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6404742872561691803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6404742872561691803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there has been too many posts with ...words. lack of pictures. so these are some which i've put away for some time. haha. which would be more than a week. i look extremely different in two different ocassions. well, i have good-face-days and bad-face-days!!! i am human wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with yap @ pasta zanmai one fine wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDOE7HSMkI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8N5-aix8MEc/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359510140553933378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDOE7HSMkI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8N5-aix8MEc/s320/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bad face day, how edit also yong sui. sorry you have to bear this. haha. this is not in facebook because i look horrendous. well, i just woke up, can't blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN1isRXwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0r1t9honiAk/s1600-h/IMG_4540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509876300144386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN1isRXwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/0r1t9honiAk/s320/IMG_4540.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pasta zanmai serves japanese spaghetti (not udon, you idiot). so i didn't quite like the menu, because i always preferred traditional japanese cuisine. not fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN1bb4-RI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-i6tXAOzIfY/s1600-h/IMG_4542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509874352388370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN1bb4-RI/AAAAAAAAAz8/-i6tXAOzIfY/s320/IMG_4542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chicken teriyaki set for yap. they had terrible lightings for photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN04XXqTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qWEi59IozzA/s1600-h/IMG_4545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509864938187058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN04XXqTI/AAAAAAAAAz0/qWEi59IozzA/s320/IMG_4545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i, on the other hand had unagi. which was yum. umm, set was RM22 i think. but i had the ala carte because i didn't want the salad. i am not a vege-lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;last friday we celebrated jo's 21st at fullhouse cafe at nzx. i used to love that place very very much (as in nzx) and i brought abee there. but it's now so empty and quiet! sigh. wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN0_ekK2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/LeSvTph0Q8Y/s1600-h/IMG_4552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509866847415138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN0_ekK2I/AAAAAAAAAzs/LeSvTph0Q8Y/s320/IMG_4552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TOTALLY GOOD-FACE DAY I TELL YOU! fullhouse only opened at 12pm, so we waited at holly's cafe. please remind me to yum cha at this holly's cafe someday. they have nice sofas there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN0ponC-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/g-29OmWsBO8/s1600-h/IMG_4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509860983966690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDN0ponC-I/AAAAAAAAAzk/g-29OmWsBO8/s320/IMG_4557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNhh79CVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/cvX-fQV3c5M/s1600-h/IMG_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509532500101458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNhh79CVI/AAAAAAAAAzc/cvX-fQV3c5M/s320/IMG_4558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; totally good-face day! yap and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNhWqTTNI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aqD-Zj5aC1w/s1600-h/IMG_4560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509529473273042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNhWqTTNI/AAAAAAAAAzU/aqD-Zj5aC1w/s320/IMG_4560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; birthday girl jo was forced to hold up the present like that by yap. haha. because she wrapped it wat. pfft. and mei yen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNhJBzjKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_bpkUb-G5eQ/s1600-h/IMG_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509525813759138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNhJBzjKI/AAAAAAAAAzM/_bpkUb-G5eQ/s320/IMG_4566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i heart heart heart this picture. because my face is small (usually i got big fat round face wat) besides orange's big hair. woohoo. and i am cute. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNg0S4XLI/AAAAAAAAAzE/z8tXm8dEbmY/s1600-h/IMG_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509520248233138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNg0S4XLI/AAAAAAAAAzE/z8tXm8dEbmY/s320/IMG_4567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; some lovin' y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNemwWodI/AAAAAAAAAy8/PiGPSlTUt_4/s1600-h/IMG_4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509482254016978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNemwWodI/AAAAAAAAAy8/PiGPSlTUt_4/s320/IMG_4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok serious pic. nice jacket, sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there was also the food. i love the lightings there. good lightings, and my editing skills, haha, wth, brings me a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNGeBbeEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/046ZNG4TNH4/s1600-h/IMG_4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509067592857666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNGeBbeEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/046ZNG4TNH4/s320/IMG_4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mushroom soup, which i loved and sexy hated. i liked it because it was not from campbell. they brewed it themselves from fresh mushrooms, yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNGE4qGkI/AAAAAAAAAys/gvJ3OcACM-g/s1600-h/IMG_4588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509060845181506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNGE4qGkI/AAAAAAAAAys/gvJ3OcACM-g/s320/IMG_4588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; seafood pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNF5nEdFI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6LKY-QWj2HY/s1600-h/IMG_4587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509057818621010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNF5nEdFI/AAAAAAAAAyk/6LKY-QWj2HY/s320/IMG_4587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yenne's grilled fish. haha. this is my favourite food piccie. very martha stewart style huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNFjOQusI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Vb60VRCpy6M/s1600-h/IMG_4586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509051808987842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNFjOQusI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Vb60VRCpy6M/s320/IMG_4586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mushroom/ham cream pasta. nothing to shout about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNFZJgauI/AAAAAAAAAyU/qvuYgp2uIrg/s1600-h/IMG_4575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509049104689890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDNFZJgauI/AAAAAAAAAyU/qvuYgp2uIrg/s320/IMG_4575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yap's nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMn2IaW9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Ji1iCiRmabM/s1600-h/IMG_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359508541488651218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMn2IaW9I/AAAAAAAAAyM/Ji1iCiRmabM/s320/IMG_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; upstairs. fullhouse is a korean themed boutique cafe. they sell clothes and cute things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMntiA9wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Gem8mphCoUg/s1600-h/IMG_4609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359508539180119810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMntiA9wI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Gem8mphCoUg/s320/IMG_4609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMm-RzTzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/m0jT86MBlb8/s1600-h/IMG_4622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359508526495649586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMm-RzTzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/m0jT86MBlb8/s320/IMG_4622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my cute face. haha. i had a cute face day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMmd3B9bI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DyVBXwMMJLU/s1600-h/IMG_4627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359508517793428914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMmd3B9bI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DyVBXwMMJLU/s320/IMG_4627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; group picture, see it in facebook, it's clearer and bigger ahem. very creative shot leh! and you all frigging blamed me for being lazy and all that shit, pffft. see how many of you liked it on fb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girls ran around taking camwhoring pictures. haha. it is a fantastic place to camwhore because it has very adorable decorations everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMmBmgBJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q3lUtQQhgc0/s1600-h/IMG_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359508510207902866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDMmBmgBJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q3lUtQQhgc0/s320/IMG_4632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the bath tub. all pictures credit to vincent pang, who put his ego down to take these pictures for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359507583329710370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLwEthMSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/w0nkf6rPYpA/s320/IMG_4641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLwKemuRI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mmPrNsbocZ4/s1600-h/IMG_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359507584877771026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLwKemuRI/AAAAAAAAAxc/mmPrNsbocZ4/s320/IMG_4642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLvollJaI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Zm8giWpH2kY/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359507575780222370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLvollJaI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Zm8giWpH2kY/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLvU7Y63I/AAAAAAAAAxM/GpIMCAuD7eI/s1600-h/IMG_4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359507570502986610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLvU7Y63I/AAAAAAAAAxM/GpIMCAuD7eI/s320/IMG_4648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outside fullhouse after lunch. (i am getting sleepy...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLu8123vI/AAAAAAAAAxE/b55sCti83i4/s1600-h/IMG_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359507564037332722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDLu8123vI/AAAAAAAAAxE/b55sCti83i4/s320/IMG_4650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i cannot help it but to laugh everytime i see this. HAHA. vincent pang's expression is pricelessssss! hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this is a piccie post! wheeeee.......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5172151303433423810?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5172151303433423810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5172151303433423810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5172151303433423810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5172151303433423810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-your-eyes-feast.html' title='let your eyes feast.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SmDOE7HSMkI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8N5-aix8MEc/s72-c/IMG_4539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-491862494681732315</id><published>2009-07-16T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:55:14.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>transmission intterupted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;shall do short blog posts these days because, i think i am running out of things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-491862494681732315?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/491862494681732315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=491862494681732315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/491862494681732315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/491862494681732315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/transmission-intterupted.html' title='transmission intterupted.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5122894807363291854</id><published>2009-07-14T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T13:13:13.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>try not too hard.</title><content type='html'>it is 3.05 am in the morning. i am blogging with buble ringing in my ears and msn tabs blinking. well, for at least, there's something for you to read in the toilet in the morning, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was somewhat different from my other mornings. this particular morning, i entirely forgot about harvesting my barn! usually with utmost hype, i always set my alarm for harvesting. but thank god for granting me the best farm helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you follow my twitter, have you realized the jam today was horrible? i entered class late! shy. SOME MORE I GO SUGGEST PUNISH PEOPLE WHO COME LATE. hahaha. why am i like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after i entered class, mun see gave us a break. haha. but we ended up chit chatting with her in class. anyway, i thought one semester was 17 weeks. i was wrong! there's only 14 weeks in a semester. we're now in week 3, meaning, i am 11 weeks away from graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, that's starting to really scare me. eleven weeks is just a mere two months and three weeks! i was wrong about graduating in november, i is going to graduates in OCTOBER! i do not want to be jobless, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter and the half-blood prince premiers this thursday. i am so excited. i am more excited than yin wai was when they released transformers 2! definitely more excited when all the guys thought they could finally see megan fox on that bike. there is nothing like daniel radcliffe on the broom, he better be without lip gloss, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, because champion is undergoing internship, i guess i will be one of the lasts to catch harry. boo-hoo. so clearly i still remember two years ago, i watched it with abee and a few others. was it fung keng? ahh, time flies. (still cannot accept the fact that i am leaving my studying years in eleven weeks ...cannot type in number because 11 seem so short haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you wanna watch harry, and you desperately need a company, call me? otherwise, don't. because if you're not desperate, you won't want someone to squirm around your arms. thanks. oh, harry potter series are usually dark and scary. so i will most definitely squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bff's ex-boyfriend was mildly debating on how boring is he as a person (see, champion, i am not really THAT boring). i asked him what should i blog on, he named me the extreme boring topics. which i think, i will blog now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the government switching back the language used for science and maths to bmelayu:&lt;br /&gt;seriously, when i read this shit on the greyscaled papers (this is boring, i don't read papers, unless i am going for some interview), the only thing on my mind was 'wtf, again.' haha. but then again, these government servants have nothing better to do. but really, this didn't further bother me because, i am still not paying tax yet (when i do, you see i burn the government office down or not) and i am not longer in a freaking government school and lastly, i am fairly fluent in both bmelayu and english, so really doesn't affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, if you don't like your children to study in bmelayu, just send them to private schools k? no point making it a big fuss. just let what those 'fai chai' want to do. in er, private university and economics context, malaysia = sudah really tak boleh, takde harapan lagi. and in my context, not caring is worse than hating (at least when you hate someone, you still will go find out and criticize).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your children, ahem, are gifted like me, both bmelayu and inggeris boleh pakai, then what's the problem man? right! tapi jangan both bmelayu and inggeris boleh pakai, matematik kuku lah. boleh baca, tak boleh kira is bad stuff. nanti bagi penjaja kaki lima tipu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, my conclusion is, i just blog about this for fun. haha. this doesn't matter to me (unless they ask me this in interview then i will comment on this matter as if it bothered my soul). unless my children is studying now. but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second topic shaun suggested me to blog is on michael jackson:&lt;br /&gt;this is old school news man. now they're accusing for homicide. sigh, already die, still want to disturb his restless soul. but what shaun wanted me to blog about is how when he was still around, we called him the pedo loser and a bankrupt and when he died, we called him an idol and dirt rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when picasso was alive, no one cared about his paintings and art pieces. but when he died, his craft was worth millions (i don't know what he draws, i really don't like abstract paintings)(the only info in wikipedia which caught my attention is, when picasso died, his wife took her own life with a gunshot, wtf?). same applies. humans are weird, they need to be taught the hard way. lose something, then they will appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mj wasn't my era. and idols aren't my thing. i admit his music is good, i dig them out once in a blue blue blue purple green peach orange moon to listen to and serenade myself with. and i detest having idols. let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my likes change very often. so i can tell you, i idolize jay chou today, but i like lee hom tomorrow. like how i was over the moon about coldplay, but this week it's buble. idols are wrong, in my perspective. you can have megan fox as an idol, what is suddenly she looks too tranny to be an idol? die. it's like sabrina liking chelsea, what if chelsea falls apart tomorrow? (i don't know what can happen to a football club lah, i don't dig soccer, i dig nothing except clothes and shoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so shaun was saying how hypocritical people can be at times. but losing someone to make them realize the importance is a brutal lesson. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my conclusion is...i don't really care. you can be as hypocritical as you want (sometimes i can be quite a hypocrite too, so i am going to admit this, so next time you can't say i am hypocritical! haha, catch what i mean?), i don't really give two slaps about it. mj's memorial and all that bullcrap touched me, but not enough to make me idolize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've only realized him and his weird looks after his death, then poor you. so outdated right. he's like old news, and now you're an even older news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, that's a whole lot shit of ranting. i am dead sleepy already. good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. try not too hard...because when i don't try hard to blog, i have loads to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5122894807363291854?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5122894807363291854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5122894807363291854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5122894807363291854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5122894807363291854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-not-too-hard.html' title='try not too hard.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-98701939853074446</id><published>2009-07-13T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:15:20.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ring-nuts.</title><content type='html'>with buble serenading me through my windows media player, i'm taking an hour of my day to blog. at least in years to come, to remember this one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cravings to try the new krispy kreme has been overboiling for the past one month or so. the thought of the outlet in times square, creeps me out. i detest the place and the distance there. but god has been sincerely kind, granting us a branch in mid valley. woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so champion and i headed for kremes, after what? a month or so. champ has developed a phobia over shopping malls. haha. so he said. so i believed naively. and i, on the other hand, has great fetish for shopping malls and shopping trips. he turns himself into some sort of auto-cruise mode when strolling along shops. pffft. turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SluEPIVoLnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Kba-6h69Jqg/s1600-h/IMG_4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358021577158438514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SluEPIVoLnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Kba-6h69Jqg/s320/IMG_4675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SluEO5CGtmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/i4W4_FZ-G9o/s1600-h/IMG_4676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358021573050021474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SluEO5CGtmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/i4W4_FZ-G9o/s320/IMG_4676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;kremes was too sweet to my liking. it was cold and definitely ain't krispy as its name claims. haha. i actually prefer big apple. i heart go nutz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, doughnut rings aside, i had a fantastic weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my mondays, are torturous though. urgh, the thought of it sends shrills up my spine. starting of with tax and karnal is really, genuinely bad enough. probably the climax of the day was sitting behind the flat screen in the library, giggling away and smiling silly at myself. argh, pity me, i spend my long breaks alone, thanks to weird subjects combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;today was a splendid day. thanks to just a nick and a message. that's all it takes to make me smile silly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-98701939853074446?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/98701939853074446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=98701939853074446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/98701939853074446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/98701939853074446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/ring-nuts.html' title='ring-nuts.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SluEPIVoLnI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Kba-6h69Jqg/s72-c/IMG_4675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6458531086660703731</id><published>2009-07-11T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:28:41.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady and the Tramp.</title><content type='html'>if you had the chance to know me long enough, you would have known how much i love for rachael ray and her recipes and how i used to watch her shows religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've known me, then you'd know how sexy i think michael buble is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, made me smile silly tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JecTreYVX_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JecTreYVX_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is adorable!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6458531086660703731?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5008444932947115997</id><published>2009-07-09T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:16:55.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions and people works.</title><content type='html'>the other day while i was riding in the car, i was reflecting on how people make decisions. what really affects one's decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as time walks on by, so we find more choices available at our fingertips. varieties, choices and options often has been regarded as a higher standard of living as we learn in economics. but have you realized how much these varieties force us to make the many decisions in our daily lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even choosing milk choice these days is difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there can be many factors which affects decision making. but how rational have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i am made to draw a decision, i find myself drafting out pros and cons, whats and what nots. seems very radical. extreme common. i even find myself having a list of criterias to fit for a boyfriend, fml. seemingly very pathetic. all my life, i always did the rational. the conservative. never the unexpected. i have seen girls who gives up education opportunities due to relationship. i have even seen girls who follow suit the choice of education of their boyfriends. (doesn't mean your boyfriend is doctor, you also go be doctor ok, fyl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like/love/admiration can be extremely influential. but can we call this naive? or do we call this, intuition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in situations like this, where feelings and formality collide, how do we decide? when do we draw a line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how often you find yourself drifting away from your usual decision making routine? how often you find yourself following intution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, this post is not about me. i never ever allow my education opportunities collide with my personal life. i drew lines when i had to. i have the kind of discipline no one else has. when it came to formal matters like education choices and decisions, it was never about peers. it was only about me. i deem to look dumb, 'not confident' or blur, but never irrational when it comes to matters like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, with every decision i made, even if it overflows with regret, i will never admit my wrong. because all i do, is to keep fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, every wrong decision made, and fought for, becomes a more meaningful right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Boleyn thought only with her heart and she got her head chopped off. so her daughter Elizabeth made a vow never to marry a man. she married a country. forget boys. keep your eye on the prize. you can't make people love you, but you can make them fear you. - Blair Waldorf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. months ago, i made a decision with my heart, i hope my head doesn't get chopped off. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5008444932947115997?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5008444932947115997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5008444932947115997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5008444932947115997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5008444932947115997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisions-and-people-works.html' title='Decisions and people works.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6363220061621658415</id><published>2009-07-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:14:01.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first and last.</title><content type='html'>if you're very much confused with the title of the post, don't be. today is my last first day at class. today is the commencement of my last semester in this uni. i am growing way too quickly. time flies in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i was excited or just really can't sleep all night long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself doing the ritual routine. walking to the rmit board. checking for extra classes, change in venue, rmit going green. usual things you find on the board. this board significantly plays an important role in my life. the happy and sad things are announced to us, students through just that noble board. the happy things : cancellation of classes. the sad moments : extra classes. the suspense moments : release of results or even list of students to see the programme head. i actually find that it makes me happy to see something new on the board, fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally head over heels for all my lecturers this semester. unlike my accounting counterparties who has a combination of saramma (eww), sri devi (ofmg ewww) and helen (quadruple wtf-ness), i have winnie, mun see and after this morning's taxation, i actually like karnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to take malaysian taxation was actually an individual choice made. you should've seen the look smacked across chen chen's face when she saw me in taxation at 8 am (holy cow, i don't go for such early classes). there was a slight possiblity of making small business &amp;amp; accountant for my final elective, but malaysian taxation is my final decision. i opted for something new and with a little challenge. haha. and most certainly, i think it's going to be useful, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think winnie is still that crazy old woman who teaches macro 1, then you are 80% wrong. haha my lecture with her this morning was hilarious! i am sure jin is the one who remembered her as the lecturer who questioned her wits off when jin came late. she actually wandered around the syllabus and told us stories. haha. in the end, she got confused with what she was teaching and the next moment, the entire class was in laughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mun see since risk although she laughs at herself and her own jokes. she's one dedicated lecturer. and funny as hell if you learn how to communicate with her. and if you're wondering in melbourne if our classes are small, no, our classes are huge! like, 40% of price theory? lively. unlike risk bloody management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stop having the perception that i am the perfect student ok. i am not. haha. i am the rather rebellious, but still nerdy at the same mo, sort of student. you can find me skipping classes, walking out of class early for no reason and i don't do my homework. haha. so what?? a 95 is a HD, so is an 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlIKCmfDC-I/AAAAAAAAAws/SMl5XkszGXU/s1600-h/IMG_4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355353946703727586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlIKCmfDC-I/AAAAAAAAAws/SMl5XkszGXU/s320/IMG_4533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlIKCZFhUxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/dfPYz9zWIhE/s1600-h/IMG_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355353943106999058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlIKCZFhUxI/AAAAAAAAAwk/dfPYz9zWIhE/s320/IMG_4535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; today i went to class with 8 books. but i was being a kind samaritan who loaned all her previous notes out to desperate juniors. haha. i came home with no books except for my own subjects. haha. because rmit is going green, students are desperately looking for notes and course guides. as usual, i don't ask for lunches or free dinners, i only loan my notes out. at the end of the semester, i want all of them back. you can scribble, just don't tear the thing apart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh the fun part being seniors, we get all the priorities! when there's a change of timetable or clash, we say 'sorry, but it's our final semester and this is an econs&amp;amp;finance core subject, so our priority!'. haha. seriously damn the accounting students who wants to be adventurous. wandering aimlessly around e&amp;amp;f. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i need to bed myself NOW. i am too tired. i haven't even found out why 1+ holding period returns = relative returns hello. bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*this is a lousy post, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6363220061621658415?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6363220061621658415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6363220061621658415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6363220061621658415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6363220061621658415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-and-last.html' title='first and last.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlIKCmfDC-I/AAAAAAAAAws/SMl5XkszGXU/s72-c/IMG_4533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1700686421987544709</id><published>2009-07-04T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:00:53.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was uploading pictures last night when the electricity just decide to die on me, fml. pfft. and it was all windy outside. i could even hear someone's roof flapping. eerie! i've been trying to blog for days, but procrastination kicks in bla bla. so bla bla, i didn't know what to type. so things and pictures and words compile, and so bla bla. you get the drift, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are outdated portraits from my LDO (lesbian's day out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_5kUXNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/HnkPNEoHRwE/s1600-h/IMG_4426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019648751656146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_5kUXNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/HnkPNEoHRwE/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no. she's not lesbian. haha. she's got a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_rKsjcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/d9P90BUq48Q/s1600-h/IMG_4433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019644886093250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_rKsjcI/AAAAAAAAAwU/d9P90BUq48Q/s320/IMG_4433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yee mun's my childhood friend haha.who came with her other half, jen zi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_QDrrcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/is1h11N89jg/s1600-h/IMG_4439-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019637608918466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_QDrrcI/AAAAAAAAAwM/is1h11N89jg/s320/IMG_4439-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sorry bad picture of me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_PvtoaI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UOl-j7TL6lg/s1600-h/IMG_4445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019637525160354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_PvtoaI/AAAAAAAAAwE/UOl-j7TL6lg/s320/IMG_4445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we go way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZkcbFxKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/uy4OituBhVY/s1600-h/IMG_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019177071854754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZkcbFxKI/AAAAAAAAAv8/uy4OituBhVY/s320/IMG_4446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; groupie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keith and yu foong will be leaving to melbourne with jack. so we had a final lunch with mun wah. mun wah lives in another 'country'. so meeting up with her is RARE. total rare. if not because of classes, she won't even be in our 'country'. please, kepong is also a different country. anywhere where you have to freaking pay a toll, is a different country. why do people live so far!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please, try living within the two tolls. the puchong toll and the kepong toll. makes life so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a comedy eating with two jap food virgins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZkIZ4TZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GsS8zjKGxPA/s1600-h/IMG_4466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019171698068882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZkIZ4TZI/AAAAAAAAAv0/GsS8zjKGxPA/s320/IMG_4466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; keith way too happy. haha. and i think yu foong somehow predicted his stupid curry rice will suck shit. haha. hello, you want to have curry rice, go to a mamak. don't pay rm 8.80 for it. haha i am so sorry,yu foong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZj7EfZTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TzOVpWMjP1U/s1600-h/IMG_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019168118695218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZj7EfZTI/AAAAAAAAAvs/TzOVpWMjP1U/s320/IMG_4476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yap EATS A LOT!!!! ika should see this. haha. sze vien eats a lot, that's why she needs the gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZjjfoWqI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Q9W_KhmLKSM/s1600-h/IMG_4483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019161790077602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZjjfoWqI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Q9W_KhmLKSM/s320/IMG_4483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy pictures with keith's hand waving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZje8WZ-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Dhr4vl-qzOw/s1600-h/IMG_4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355019160568358882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZje8WZ-I/AAAAAAAAAvc/Dhr4vl-qzOw/s320/IMG_4484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello hitam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tUGUTyKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/I3DoJCuvPoc/s1600-h/IMG_4486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354689042771593378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tUGUTyKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/I3DoJCuvPoc/s320/IMG_4486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pot luck party with an extremely small group pfft. lucky didn't bbq. if not i would berbecue all your fine asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tUKA_OgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yvuIr3fp1dw/s1600-h/IMG_4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354689043764296194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tUKA_OgI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yvuIr3fp1dw/s320/IMG_4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jack is leaving for melbourne too. and brandon just came back from melbourne. so we had a friendly meet up/farewell with them before jack left. meatballs at ikea, at my suggestion. what to do, i boss. i say left, everyone go left. i say stay in the center, well, they still go left wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I AM LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW AT NIGHT ALL THANKS TO YEE VONN, XIWEN AND SABRINA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) all i feel like doing is to ask you to just see the pictures la, i wanna go to bed laughing. ahhahahaha. is that even possible. hahahahahahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tTyYhPcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xajo0ttAWX8/s1600-h/IMG_4488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354689037420543426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tTyYhPcI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xajo0ttAWX8/s320/IMG_4488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha. sze vien lemon sauce chicken leg. sounds something like that. i actually love their cheese cake! i stole a bite from jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tTn6Fj-I/AAAAAAAAAu8/lFEKbvbyPS0/s1600-h/IMG_4499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354689034608545762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tTn6Fj-I/AAAAAAAAAu8/lFEKbvbyPS0/s320/IMG_4499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i remember this moment. brandon was telling jack 'i tell youuuuu, the chicks there are hottttt'. HAHA. eh i found that very offensive. chicks here not hot meh. chiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tTfhLyDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/lA0svukOCMA/s1600-h/IMG_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354689032356612146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-tTfhLyDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/lA0svukOCMA/s320/IMG_4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me! woohoo! i'm still laughing so hard while typing this, my feet is jittery cold and my nose is running! haha. my feet becomes cold and my nose becomes runny when i laugh hard. haha. i would so love to tell yin wai what sabrina and i are talking right now. haha. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-san2DRmI/AAAAAAAAAus/b0BvfotEW0s/s1600-h/IMG_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354688055339075170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-san2DRmI/AAAAAAAAAus/b0BvfotEW0s/s320/IMG_4514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jack not in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-saZ_YxcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zbR6DPLNfsA/s1600-h/IMG_4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354688051620136386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-saZ_YxcI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zbR6DPLNfsA/s320/IMG_4511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more gossip from jack. see the attention or not! like studying empirical, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-saGTyEtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-MfoRiyuswE/s1600-h/IMG_4508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354688046336971474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-saGTyEtI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-MfoRiyuswE/s320/IMG_4508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jack and i are cats and dogs, but we make a pretty fair team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sZ4oHc9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/qRNJj6Xu-vQ/s1600-h/IMG_4507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354688042664162258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sZ4oHc9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/qRNJj6Xu-vQ/s320/IMG_4507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i had like some cute face day (you know you girls have good hair day bad hair day, well my hair is always constant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sZiqM8ZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ClCc0Sw5ay0/s1600-h/IMG_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354688036767330706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sZiqM8ZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/ClCc0Sw5ay0/s320/IMG_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love and i. who loves MJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sEc72CcI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3FHNGMlunLs/s1600-h/IMG_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687674453461442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sEc72CcI/AAAAAAAAAuE/3FHNGMlunLs/s320/IMG_4515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see, cute face day. i am in love with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDwWMY7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/6cCEPQ8vHfM/s1600-h/IMG_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687662484382642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDwWMY7I/AAAAAAAAAt8/6cCEPQ8vHfM/s320/IMG_4518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDqNBAVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/3mwGdi-UAqg/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687660835275090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDqNBAVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/3mwGdi-UAqg/s320/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy times are difficult to catch on camera. and this is one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDoGqD6I/AAAAAAAAAts/Ny9Jzm5nVBo/s1600-h/IMG_4527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687660271734690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDoGqD6I/AAAAAAAAAts/Ny9Jzm5nVBo/s320/IMG_4527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then we had ice cream! which i have been craving for the longest time. btw, mint chocolate chip is my favourite flavour from baskins! i have been eating this since young and it brings back a lot of memories! baskins used to be in a shop in section 14 and my dad frequently brings me and my sisters there. i don't know if any of my sisters remembers this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDWiWxGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/j-3Oegm6jjU/s1600-h/IMG_4529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354687655556072546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk-sDWiWxGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/j-3Oegm6jjU/s320/IMG_4529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOOD FACE DAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i shall now go practise my elvis moves...you the devil in disguise, oh yes you are (8) (you can type this in msn to see what it shows haha). practise because shaun kingsley wants to bring me go dancing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TOMORROW IS MY FIRST DAY OF CLASS FOR MY LAST SEMESTER. I AM EXCITED CAN YOU TELL?! so i am going off to bed. i am hyperactive when i am supposed to go to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can't frigging sleep. i thought i was dead sleepy. and now i am yawning, but i can't sleep! why!! i am looking forward to tax tomorrow. i seldom have the opportunity to take an accounting subject hello. i only have 3 electives! and i've already done 2! i did 2, without realizing they're accounting subjects. hello. company law is so economics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i am shamelessly addicted to leighton meester's new single. she featuring cobra starship. she can act, and she's absolutely cute. but she sings good! the song is so damn catchy, i think i've been playing this song the entire night already, since i downloaded it pfft. i am lifeless, but it actually got me off hook of coldplay. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1700686421987544709?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1700686421987544709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1700686421987544709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1700686421987544709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1700686421987544709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-uploading-pictures-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SlDZ_5kUXNI/AAAAAAAAAwc/HnkPNEoHRwE/s72-c/IMG_4426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5306033373114975512</id><published>2009-07-02T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:42:47.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>initial plans.</title><content type='html'>it is....3.40 am. at 3 am i decided to blog, but i looked at food piccies for the past 40 minutes, fml. now not only my blog posts are not done, i am so hungry, all i want is prawn katsu don or ebi katsu don. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will leave you a few happy piccies before i entirely blog about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQ9MC6vI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Bu1bHqx-998/s1600-h/IMG_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353950116967541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQ9MC6vI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Bu1bHqx-998/s320/IMG_4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQv0ooLI/AAAAAAAAAtU/5RpY0PwKD2g/s1600-h/IMG_4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353950113379688626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQv0ooLI/AAAAAAAAAtU/5RpY0PwKD2g/s320/IMG_4484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQWXRT0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/tjVAQwXaL-M/s1600-h/IMG_4445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353950106545639234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQWXRT0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/tjVAQwXaL-M/s320/IMG_4445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; feel the lesbian love hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5306033373114975512?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5306033373114975512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5306033373114975512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5306033373114975512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5306033373114975512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/07/initial-plans.html' title='initial plans.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Sk0NQ9MC6vI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Bu1bHqx-998/s72-c/IMG_4520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1904790708707450366</id><published>2009-06-29T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:54:19.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ</title><content type='html'>there's the hype over the death of MJ. usually i really don't give two thoughts about it. but the blogosphere is talking about it, so i must but i will do it the way i like it, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/potAuENN1Xk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/potAuENN1Xk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered lee hom doing a cover of MJ's smooth criminal. but this video is absolutely bad quality. however, it's the only one i can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annie is totally fine, lee hom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited* ok sorry i made fun of that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult to find one song which really represents the great king of pop. you can totally put up a song which you like, and there's so many which is totally astounding. it's difficult to choose one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have initially opted for smooth criminal or beat it or heal the world or the earth song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2W4-0qUdHY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k2W4-0qUdHY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i picked this. MJ co written this piece with lionel richie back in 1985. he brought together great artistes of the era, diana ross, tina turner, stevie wonder and others, for a charitable and honourable cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sorry, i fell in love with bruce springsteen (who also sings secret garden for the movie, jerry maguire). bruce sings hotly. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-1904790708707450366?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1904790708707450366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1904790708707450366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1904790708707450366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1904790708707450366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj.html' title='MJ'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6500208604765061550</id><published>2009-06-28T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:47:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid-back Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;without church mass, my sundays are relatively laid-back with nothing to do. i wake up late in the noon not knowing what's for lunch. i'm one of the very fortunate ones where my parents won't wake me up until i've slept so long, that they think that there's a possiblity that i am dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other than that, i am left to sleep in my quaint sanctuary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is a punctual post, which happened today, and i am blogging it now. i've been craving for ikea meatballs for ages! if you'd know me, i always bring friends to ikea to try their meatballs, if they've never had it before. i mean, who never had ikea meatballs before???? are you weird or do you stay in johor bahru!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ikea is one of my favourite hang out spots. i love the meatballs and the chicken and and the curry puffs (i am nibbling them now while typing away), i love everything ikea-made! i am a total sucker for ikea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352444174583074162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkeznkoiDXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/5EA18bg9rJ8/s320/IMG_4452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love the meatballs served with steamed potatoes in replacement of the ordinary chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there was grocery shopping at cold storage. i love grocery shopping! i like finding unusual things like different sort of spices. now they even have spices for potatoes. am i turning auntie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh grocery shopping because i wanted to cook dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there was also flea markets for today. i adore flea markets and bazaars. i guess all girls have something for flea markets and bazaars. we find precious gems and unusual finds once in a while at extraordinary prices. jacq will agree with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352444175253349986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkeznnIVpmI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Jw2BFQ7yYfo/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outfit shot of me, because you haven't had a dose of this for a long time. no face shot because...well sundays are no make up/concealer/foundation/eyeliner days. haha i am not ugly, just no shots for you to see. sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Skezn2jwBJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_M9LydjDjto/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352444179394856082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Skezn2jwBJI/AAAAAAAAAtE/_M9LydjDjto/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this was dinner for the day! picture thanks to meendee chung and her dslr. and yes, i made this. it's spicy shrimp with linguini aglio olio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then there was also nintendo wii on the menu tonight and my arms are aching for a bit, boohoo. boo weak arms. and i now, officially play like maria sharapova!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures credits to meendee chung and her dslr from a long time ago. if you remembered the cookie baking thing (during the rough week, why do i feel this week is going to be a rough week again?), these pictures are taken by my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkezaKXkeDI/AAAAAAAAAss/_OU9qGdXZnA/s1600-h/cookie04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352443944194308146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkezaKXkeDI/AAAAAAAAAss/_OU9qGdXZnA/s320/cookie04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and my tiny boobs. what an angle, thanks for the 'great' shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkezZ8ojZVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Y6zTBxNJIeA/s1600-h/GA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352443940507444562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkezZ8ojZVI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Y6zTBxNJIeA/s320/GA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cookies baked on tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkezZkK2ENI/AAAAAAAAAsc/GOJpP0w80vU/s1600-h/GA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352443933940388050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkezZkK2ENI/AAAAAAAAAsc/GOJpP0w80vU/s320/GA2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice crispy cookies, which are.....totally consumed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-6500208604765061550?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/6500208604765061550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=6500208604765061550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6500208604765061550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/6500208604765061550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/laid-back-sunday.html' title='Laid-back Sunday.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkeznkoiDXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/5EA18bg9rJ8/s72-c/IMG_4452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5686507679092699716</id><published>2009-06-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:46:35.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beer talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i initially wanted to blog about my LDO (lesbians day out), however, something weird happened (including the fact that all i want to do is to sleep now) on msn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkZ1at_WUOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4i6WUMKThbM/s1600-h/jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352094309058760930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkZ1at_WUOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4i6WUMKThbM/s320/jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shut the heck up, jack. we don't have heart to heart talks! we have manly beer talks and all the cursing shit. we sit over cups of...er coke, and curse people who fail thrice and about my exes and about chicks. we hate each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT HEART TO HEART TALK? are you being emotional about leaving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5686507679092699716?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5686507679092699716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5686507679092699716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5686507679092699716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5686507679092699716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/beer-talk.html' title='beer talk.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkZ1at_WUOI/AAAAAAAAAsU/4i6WUMKThbM/s72-c/jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-8292556750119291224</id><published>2009-06-25T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:12:09.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts.</title><content type='html'>these days, i find myself really pensive. staring in the air, deep thoughts running across my mind. i can't tell if this is a good thing, or it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel extremely sad about it, sometimes i feel excited about things which crosses my mind. i am indecisive and inconclusive about things which does the marathon in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought most occuring in my mind would be, how time flies. is this a good or bad thing, can you tell me? this morning when i took my bath and moments before this when i took my bath, the one thing in my mind when i look into myself in the reflective item would be 'this is my last semester, omg'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a senior! senior of mini seniors and senior seniors of mini juniors. whatever you call us. haha. we are the ones doing out final subjects! we are the one you go to when you wanna know what books to use, how terrible is a lecturer, whether are there tips for a particular subject. we are the experienced ones. yes, that's the word, experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i first found myself stumbling around aimlessly metropolitan as a curtin student. curtin was my stepping stone to rmit. i hated everything in curtin, from its lecturers to its syllabus to its assessments to its exams! then i entered rmit. i was overflowed with enthusiasm! excited but scared. i was entirely alone. don't tell me that i am not independent or shit. i started off my uni life all alone, made a choice on my own. 6 out of 10 of my friends chose to follow suit to peer advices and what nots. i didn't. i was different. i picked out a major no one else did. i did a major which doesn't neccessarily guarantee me a job, but i liked my major. i am excited about things i learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has changed. and now i am asking myself, how am i going to plan and set things out of my final semester? am i going to study hard? or am i gonna fool around because really, this is my only time to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find me boring. you can find me absurd. but i am just slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, even the path i chose for myself is different. people digress when the new semester starts. i am actually happy it is starting. it just means new things for me to learn, to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find me always being very clumsy, tripping over things and saying even weirder things. sometimes stupid things. like today... as i was helping jen and yee mun pick out a gift, i asked 'so what's your friend's favourite colour?'. yee mun said black. i actually asked 'what type of black?'. haha, omfg. she turned to jen and said 'what type of black....wth! what kinda question is that! black lah.' oops. i sound so bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yin wai calls me bimbo because english (pirate) on facebook makes me happy. giddily happy. it makes me smile. it doesn't mean i am bimbotic. it just means, english (pirate) makes my heart skip a little, and my heart smiles. i don't look at pink slippers and smile! wth. so may i beg to differ, i am not a bimbo. there are just little things which makes me happy. like occasional ice popsicles. occasional ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the songs i listen to are not bimbotic. and coldplay is not gay, i repppppeat. i mean how often you find people at 21, listening to buble. even my mum says i am weird listening to mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even communicate with girls who says 'i am hot! right right? we are hot!'. it puzzles me, don't do this to me. i am nice to strangers. most likely i'd just stare puzzlingly. i know it when people talk to me, whether if we're on the same wave length. like sixth sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown and am growing so quickly, it scares me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. geez i still crave for baskins. and now i crave for ikea. i want to walk around ikea aimlessly. touching furnitures and items and not buying them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-8292556750119291224?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/8292556750119291224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=8292556750119291224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8292556750119291224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/8292556750119291224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2498928919790609973</id><published>2009-06-25T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:25:42.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marche on the go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i've been meaning to blog aeons ago. but scrabble has been keeping me too much company, that i find myself procrastinating my blog entries. sorry! however, this is a two in one post. and it's regarding the same topic, but different events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is very much regarding food and if you're hungry, stay awhile till you fill yourself with food. sorry! this is a salivating post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're talking marche@ curve today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father's day was last sunday and the family usually feast on special occasions like this. marche is a market based restaurant where you order and self serve your food. cute concept, something innovative and relatively different, but i find myself not very attracted to this concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much time wasted on walking around, by the time you had finished your course, you're back being hungry again! oh no! another con to this concept is that, they really charge you for everything. extra mashed potatoes will cost an extra rm1.50, wtfreak. and when you order just steak, well, you really get just ONE steak. boo for ...gluttons like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVrGU2h8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/AXHTVnR9Znc/s1600-h/IMG_4371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214981167089602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVrGU2h8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/AXHTVnR9Znc/s320/IMG_4371.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interior of marche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVq7uxyAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/9UfD9JRihNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214978323040258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVq7uxyAI/AAAAAAAAAsE/9UfD9JRihNQ/s320/IMG_4326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; passports for ordering. give it to the person behind the cooking counters, wait for a certain time and personally pick up your dish. but do not lose your passport! it's worth rm 250, if i am not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;food for father's day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVfbBk8fI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rUExR7kWoiE/s1600-h/IMG_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214780564959730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVfbBk8fI/AAAAAAAAAr8/rUExR7kWoiE/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mushroom soup for the glutton sister. this is rm 7, small bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVfNpbAjI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XTvI3TC4DV8/s1600-h/IMG_4330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214776973984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVfNpbAjI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XTvI3TC4DV8/s320/IMG_4330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; rib eye steak for the glutton sister as well. now i don't seem like such a big eater after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVe5P7rfI/AAAAAAAAArs/L-1ljAgExn0/s1600-h/IMG_4332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214771498364402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVe5P7rfI/AAAAAAAAArs/L-1ljAgExn0/s320/IMG_4332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; roasted chicken for the brother-in-law who is obviously a chicken lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVehnICUI/AAAAAAAAArk/hlULkvA_vl0/s1600-h/IMG_4339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214765153192258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVehnICUI/AAAAAAAAArk/hlULkvA_vl0/s320/IMG_4339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; everyone's favourite! rosti with beef sausage and the sausage is hugeeee. plain rosti would be rm7.50 and additional sausage rm9. rm 16.50 for the whole thing, which is really not worth it. haha. but it's yummy. add on bacon or cheese which would cost an additional rm 5.50 for each topping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVeSuZ1KI/AAAAAAAAArc/MaQxQf-BzFE/s1600-h/IMG_4340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214761157186722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVeSuZ1KI/AAAAAAAAArc/MaQxQf-BzFE/s320/IMG_4340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mine was yummy. i had grilled lamb. and i love lamb. just as much as i love steak. the lamb was worth it. i think this was rm 29. (i have no idea if the price changes from day to day basis or they don't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVIso4aTI/AAAAAAAAArU/LMjLFoCVQFU/s1600-h/IMG_4353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214390156224818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVIso4aTI/AAAAAAAAArU/LMjLFoCVQFU/s320/IMG_4353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; story telling. remember my post where i told my nephew random stories. really, he is always in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVIbWbKUI/AAAAAAAAArM/4P1xTFmsOQs/s1600-h/IMG_4355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214385515407682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVIbWbKUI/AAAAAAAAArM/4P1xTFmsOQs/s320/IMG_4355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'whoa, &lt;em&gt;sai yi&lt;/em&gt; damnnnn cool!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVIBKKD3I/AAAAAAAAArE/ImtNlBYnbFg/s1600-h/IMG_4356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214378484633458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVIBKKD3I/AAAAAAAAArE/ImtNlBYnbFg/s320/IMG_4356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; group picture where i am ugly. so shut up. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was filled to the brim and i actually twittered it. father's day was awesome posum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and on the tuesday after that, the rmit gang made a trip to marche again. it was all accounting mafias, but i was of course very welcomed. haha, florence made a remark that i should be at gatherings to entertain people. which made me feel like a clown. but it's good to make people laugh. florence like my honest and crude jokes. and even asked me to be her 'chi mui' during her wedding! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVH2KAmQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/h3l9QtxLFgw/s1600-h/IMG_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214375531223298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVH2KAmQI/AAAAAAAAAq8/h3l9QtxLFgw/s320/IMG_4370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see the date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVH4ewjLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lQp7hEedM6k/s1600-h/IMG_4372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351214376155122866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVH4ewjLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/lQp7hEedM6k/s320/IMG_4372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love the sauteed mushroom to death! rm 9 for this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUsAtN3pI/AAAAAAAAAqs/O3455iERax8/s1600-h/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351213897326911122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUsAtN3pI/AAAAAAAAAqs/O3455iERax8/s320/IMG_4382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is surprisingly very very yummy. chicken chop yums. this is worth it, very filling, only rm 13.50. (i remember prices well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUrhPnIcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/73uJ3dRlSmA/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351213888881238466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUrhPnIcI/AAAAAAAAAqk/73uJ3dRlSmA/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; jo is afraid of me. until i drag her over. come onnnn, i don't eat, i just tell honest jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUrf0UCfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jxHHSS7B6LQ/s1600-h/IMG_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351213888498305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUrf0UCfI/AAAAAAAAAqc/jxHHSS7B6LQ/s320/IMG_4390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; two sexies haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUrFthLvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/B5WIWOwjf5M/s1600-h/IMG_4395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351213881490484978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUrFthLvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/B5WIWOwjf5M/s320/IMG_4395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the healthy group wtf. we had marche because apparently they don't eat anything unhealthy! where's the liffffe man. i thought i was boring, but szu kee only eats steam fish. haha. my life is good then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they woke me up at 11.15 am for lunch. where 11.15am doesn't really exist in my world. i was cranky and impatient during lunch, and when i reached home, i KO-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUq9FO6XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kGxoIljG3oY/s1600-h/IMG_4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351213879174031730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNUq9FO6XI/AAAAAAAAAqM/kGxoIljG3oY/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with kyth and florence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* edited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just got back from transformers 2: revenge of the fallen (correct me if i am wrong, i sometimes don't pay much attention to the names after the ':' sign).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND THIS IS MY PERSONAL REVIEW. shut up if you don't bloody agree with it, just go and make your own review. this is my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all the hype and hoo-has for transformers 2, we managed to obtained front rows tickets for the movie. i mean shit, what's the hype? (although i was excited, it's like what, the movie of the year to watch is it? don't know, i just watch what they show)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my sister said terminator salvation's graphics was not good, i actually think transformers' graphics are worse than that. but who am i to critic, i know nothing about graphics. just sometimes it didn't feel reaallll for me. but nvm, i give no two shits on graphics. i am not artsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;half of my frigging 2.5 hours in the cinema, i found myself asking 'so which transformer is this' fml. especially when they fight, they're all clinged on to each other. it's like a piece of crumpled aluminium foil sigh fml. total headache. but nonetheless, very action-packed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;all the transformers loooook the same to meeeee, how comeeee? fml man. and can't they give megan fox nicer clothes?? she's hot, so give her nicer clothes! i feel sad. i found that during the movie, my mind was constantly away from the movie. like not thinking about it. i thought about exam fees, about who miss called me last night. and i had to divert back my own attention like, 'watch the movie!!! people are all so hyped about it, why your mind is away???'. so i was rather very restless. can't blame my mind, my mind even works when i am sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE ONLY THING which really caught my eyes was..........the college library. such a nice library!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it made me whoa a little, laugh a little. but it stays there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one more thing, why must shia le bouf run 4 miles? i was wondering if transformers have pockets. they can just put him in their pockets and walk towards optimus prime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;transformers should have pockets. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2498928919790609973?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/2498928919790609973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=2498928919790609973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2498928919790609973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2498928919790609973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/marche-on-go.html' title='marche on the go.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SkNVrGU2h8I/AAAAAAAAAsM/AXHTVnR9Znc/s72-c/IMG_4371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5366579629336104025</id><published>2009-06-19T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:30:36.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a minute with you means a lot more than just a minute.</title><content type='html'>girlie lunch out with yee vonn and jacq was on the list since weeks ago. felt rather necessary to spend some time with jacq because she just finished her gruesome examinations, damn the curtins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when little short orange asked for suggestions for a place to eat at sunway (sunway because they're bullying me, they won't ever travel to pj), i jumped in for gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love this place at sunway pyramid. let me tell you why. haha. i always like places to dine where you have to sit on floors. do not wtfomgbbq me. it's adorable and gives a homely feeling! and the best thing about gasoline in sunway, is that they have curtains which seperates each table, providing much enough privacy. very very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only bad thing is....it's not comfortable for tall people. and its lightings are rather dimly lit. bad for camwhoring (sushi zanmai is good for camwhoring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i threw on shorts so i can sit like a loafer on the floor! very awesome, my ideal lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't find me weird, because my ideal dining image is not fine dining where people serve you wine and caviar. haha. I LOVE SITTING ON THE FLOOR, SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349118043656092162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvihRXA-gI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sC0e5cgWBMc/s320/IMG_4312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;they ate without me, mean much. i was just slightly late! and i wanted to take pictures of food. however, again, the lightings were too dimly lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her outrageous longan/lychee milk drink was rm6.50. and huggggge. you see, another reason why i love gasoline. haha. damn it, they have such wide variety of drinks and i love their shake-shake (fruit shake).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvihUTDxVI/AAAAAAAAAp8/JEI-aOwUWgM/s1600-h/IMG_4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349118044444804434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvihUTDxVI/AAAAAAAAAp8/JEI-aOwUWgM/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; leng lui who kept pestering me to come faster. ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvihCU5htI/AAAAAAAAAp0/52Tz3tDil2E/s1600-h/IMG_4315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349118039620683474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvihCU5htI/AAAAAAAAAp0/52Tz3tDil2E/s320/IMG_4315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; very pretty grafitti walls all around. gasoline in sunway pyramid is pirate themed! so it's in a shape of a boat! cute! and ahem, i get to sit on floors. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvigyzOwRI/AAAAAAAAAps/dv_pg9ZwHxI/s1600-h/IMG_4322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349118035452936466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvigyzOwRI/AAAAAAAAAps/dv_pg9ZwHxI/s320/IMG_4322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleepy me and jacq. i actually spent the whole day driving around, omg. sigh. since when have i turned into a driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvigndXqHI/AAAAAAAAApk/_CfENMd-Q-c/s1600-h/IMG_4323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349118032408455282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvigndXqHI/AAAAAAAAApk/_CfENMd-Q-c/s320/IMG_4323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; little orange and jacq. that's when the camera battery died. haha. i had black pepper fried rice and it was yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always liked my fried rice cooked till dried up, no sauce whatever. and i love black pepper/pepper/whatever pepper! so i loved my fried rice today. however, i ordered a sour plum shake, and i didnt finish it haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was too cold. i've been having cold drinks the entire day. and i detest cold drinks. cold drinks are good picks during the hot weathers. however, if i had to choose, i'd choose a warm drink....because it usually gives me a chilled out feeling, very relaxing and homely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like anything homely!! and chilled-out!! like jazz. very sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5366579629336104025?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvihRXA-gI/AAAAAAAAAqE/sC0e5cgWBMc/s72-c/IMG_4312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2206458126610381774</id><published>2009-06-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:16:14.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook frenzy!</title><content type='html'>i have been insanely obsessed over facebook. let me show you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349087617845039586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvG2QYYEeI/AAAAAAAAApc/c2nZjzC8Otg/s320/fb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i recently changed my facebook language from English (US) to English (Pirate). cutest lil shit in the whole wide world i swear!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;can you see how 'log out' has become 'abandon ship'? hahahahaha. seeing this puts a smile on my face. instead of 'add as friend' it becomes 'be mateys'!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a-dow-ra-ble much!! haha 'friend requests' becomes 'sorry louts think they're your mates!' haha. omg, cutest thing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2206458126610381774?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjvG2QYYEeI/AAAAAAAAApc/c2nZjzC8Otg/s72-c/fb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-3530559089976274469</id><published>2009-06-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:10:02.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things which makes me happpppeeeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;these days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUfPzePAn1Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cUfPzePAn1Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transatlanticism by death cab for cutie. extremely draggggy song, but i love the beat and the emotions in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB2fUJOlUb0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NB2fUJOlUb0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide if i like scientist, yellow or fix you more. but coldplay is not gay. 500% not gay. seriously. i am damn emotional about this wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, i actually always had coldplay in my list until recently alvin sent me a fix you version from the left right left right album. viva la vida was supposingly to be called left right left right, but in the end it was settled for viva la vida. bla bla bla. so left right left right is a compilation of songs sung live in different countries during the viva la vida tour. i did my research. haha. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think i really like the scientist because of its lyrics. so i picked the scientist to put up here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i want to go to the glastonbury festival!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*greeeatly editted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know how much people hate to come across a blog and have to see videos. you have to wait for it to load and likely you're not going to like it because music is such a subjective matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this is my blog. i will post videos of music I LIKE. and they are NOT gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYuyar-rrNY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yellow is an amazing song. i love its lyrics. and this was one adrenalin pumping performance. shit i love rock concerts because they are all so pumping. the beginning to this performance is amazing to no extent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkMGf2_NKvs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jkMGf2_NKvs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you would ask what's the difference of this video and the second video of this post. this is acoustic, and brandon the tuna fish will love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you realized, i'd dig performance where the crowd sings along. but an acoustic version says a lot. to me, acoustic version is a song at its most simplistic minimal point. simplicity is the key to beauty. when you stripped down all other instruments, and shouting, you can tell if the music is a talent or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;chris martin at more live perfomances suck at singing. but this video proves otherwise. this video is amazing. and this song is amazing. this song talks about resentment, being sorry, second chances, in my opinion. so this song is deep in its meaning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i LOVE this song. it has to be my favourite coldplay song by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ThOrgHYuVhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/ThOrgHYuVhE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing special about this song. in fact he sang badly, and he called his crowd 'bastard'. wtfreak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but it is noel gallagher of oasis!! it is the collaboration of two very very talented artist. zomg. i am a sucker for rockers. so when i saw two very talented artist on an acoustic version, you can tell how excited i am, especially when i love the song. however, it felt as if noel lacked feelings with the guitar. so i ain't no pro, but i can tell if someone plays with feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh. lengthy. it's 4 am, good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-3530559089976274469?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/3530559089976274469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-2759045860981782281</id><published>2009-06-18T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:51:43.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>petticoat talk</title><content type='html'>today i shall talk about random things. because i feel utterly random. i even craved for ice-cream and completely wiped out a pint of chocolate flavoured haagen dazs in bed while indulging in montana sky by nora roberts (i am a total sucker for nora roberts' novels).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seldom crave for ice-cream though, but these days were exceptions in my life. anyone wants to be my date to baskins for mint chocolate chip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to my pre-planned schedule, chocolate brownies was in my weekly schedule. however, thanks to odd sleeping hours, brownies have to wait till my body clock works well. i am sorry to whoever who wanted a bite. haha. which would be no one, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to malfunction body clock, there's a zit on my nose. thank you. what a gift for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sisters quoted me a great story teller! i know, thank you. in 5 seconds, i whipped out a total f-awesome story on why snakes have split tongues to my 4 years old nephew so to convince him to stop screaming. thanks to my ability in exaggerating and ability in lying, any stupid stories become good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister said i should be a novel author instead of a freaking economist. yes, i bet much. i think i will be a f-awesome mother who has many interesting stories to tell her kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to be a novelist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or a cool mum. who talks wayyyy too much. and finds a husband who'd listen wayyyy too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. petticoat talk because i simply picked the first word i see in the dictionary when i opened it. very random! well, random is what this post is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-2759045860981782281?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/2759045860981782281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=2759045860981782281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2759045860981782281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/2759045860981782281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/petticoat-talk.html' title='petticoat talk'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-4619568661232456694</id><published>2009-06-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:46:59.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will you be TLOML?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjVFKKsOj2I/AAAAAAAAApM/4RtCtbFSpGI/s1600-h/4701_1161384071074_1121986629_490292_441138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347256173543198562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjVFKKsOj2I/AAAAAAAAApM/4RtCtbFSpGI/s320/4701_1161384071074_1121986629_490292_441138_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; picture credits to mendee chung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-4619568661232456694?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/4619568661232456694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=4619568661232456694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-5439295983291835202</id><published>2009-06-13T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:02:12.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am random.</title><content type='html'>ika and sze vien once certified that i am really actually very random. the things that i say and the things that i do. but i don't want to be so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are just times i utter things, and wonder why i said them. HAHA. is this some kind off sickness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity ika and sze vien for eating lunch with me, because they ended up laughing more than eating due to me being too random for their soul. it wasn't my fault entirely you see. i didn't make 'G' up. but seriously, i am so addictive, even ika wants to have sushi with me again! i am fun! (not boringggg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, random chats with brandon the tuna fish, which i found...the things i say are very disturbing. (pls i do not have a hubungan sulit with him ok? i already have my personal lee hom &lt;-- best thing in life i swear, just that this one cannot even speak proper mandarin, fuh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjSbJw21YGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/B1koom6zUEo/s1600-h/chat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069249631641698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjSbJw21YGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/B1koom6zUEo/s320/chat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haha, all of us were supposed to have lunch right after they land, and before jack leaves. so we're asking what he and jin would like to eat, since they haven't have malaysian food for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this brandon kepppppt talking about his stupid ifp exam (over already la!) and how the hall is far away. and he kept diverting from the topic. i hate diversion, it wastes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said 'exam is not important' HAHAHA. imagine that, i said exam is not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjSbJqqEZEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GBUo1y2mq_0/s1600-h/chat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347069247967487042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjSbJqqEZEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/GBUo1y2mq_0/s320/chat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think this was due to too high stress during exams. or cooking. haha. please be specific when you talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was just meaning clothing stocks! damn grossed out, i was entirely wrong. haha. apparently i am an advisor to his mum's company. very good, if no one hire me, hire me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347075007578279442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjSgY64SjhI/AAAAAAAAApE/mk18vBpqRlw/s320/chat4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love wong yee mun. but i hate it when she's in front of my house, and i am always out. haha. sorry, TLOML also had trippy eyes. but i just had to disturb her. i love her reactions. everytime she tells you something, just say 'you come my house now'. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sushi again!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6783172685453267216-5439295983291835202?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/5439295983291835202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=5439295983291835202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5439295983291835202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/5439295983291835202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/ika-and-sze-vien-once-certified-that-i.html' title='i am random.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjSbJw21YGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/B1koom6zUEo/s72-c/chat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-1312665576418808235</id><published>2009-06-11T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:14:54.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet cookies from a cookie.</title><content type='html'>it's holidays and i cook/bake/do-whatever-i-want in the kitchen. cooking/baking has always been on my to-do-list when there's holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there are classes, i cook occasionally when my mother demands me to. so i usually whip up easy things like tom yam beehoon, carbonara and bolognese. nothing fanciful. i am not good when it comes to cooking chinese/malay/indian dishes. sorry! haha. except maybe curry, cause i did cook curry when i was 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this i had no access to an oven because if i used my mother's oven, it'll trip the electricity for the house. yuck. but a few weeks/days back, my sister brought back the mini oven (yay!). okay, let me tell you the story of the mini oven. if you wish to skip this, proceed to the next paragraph. the mini oven initially belongs to my second sister. which then my eldest sister borrowed because she wanted to bake and the oven was not put to full use (my second sister only uses it to .... toast bread, wtf). well, my second sister doesn't cook and certainly won't ever make the effort to cook up something special, haha. so when my eldest sister bought a brand new (and bigger) oven, she tossed the mini oven to me. so yay! this is the story of the mini oven and the three sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i made with the oven was not cookies. but it was lemon pepper chicken, which turned out too sour. however, i loved the aglio olio spaghetti which was served alongside. (of course i cooked it lah, it didn't come finely prepared abuhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially, i didn't quite intend to make the cookies though i made myself promise to make them. well, cookies are not my thing. i don't fancy eating cookies. and i had a really rough week, i swear. i look 10 times uglier right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFcMGOL_CI/AAAAAAAAAos/Lkw5AverBJc/s1600-h/IMG_4300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155595563793442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFcMGOL_CI/AAAAAAAAAos/Lkw5AverBJc/s320/IMG_4300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; recipe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7i6zstI/AAAAAAAAAok/bK6b2PIrqrc/s1600-h/IMG_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155311209362130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7i6zstI/AAAAAAAAAok/bK6b2PIrqrc/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; flour, which i actually forgot to buy thinking my sister bought me flour! she said 'baking flour'! but it was 'baking powder' wtfreak! sigh. it's ok, i was at chan tung (i am now officially weekly customer of chan tung and bake with yen, i swear i am turning into a housewife) earlier and got my sister flour (and a dozen other baking items), so i used hers instead. so it just means i need to go to chan tung tomorrow, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway, baking flour is not the same as baking powder which is also different from the baking soda, which is different again from whole wheat flour/bread flour/self-raising flour, help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it is always embarassing to go to chan tung. there are a million types of flours and powders i swear i can get lost in between those aisles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7TUWa6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Lm-RouDHpxY/s1600-h/IMG_4302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155307021527970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7TUWa6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/Lm-RouDHpxY/s320/IMG_4302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's really me at work. with Nadia's (the maid) help with washing up. i really like to cook/bake, but i hate washing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;usually i am not the kind of person who actually reads recipes and cook. i prefer whipping up something which doesn't require the recipe. so this was actually extremely tedious with all the measuring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND goddamnit, i think my dad threw the weighing machine (to weigh ingredients) away, so i had to resort to using a measuring cup. do you know how difficult is that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh adding on to all the no-weighing-machine and have-to-follow-recipe trouble, i was have menstrual cramps. le sigh, the sacrifices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7Odi_gI/AAAAAAAAAoU/aNomBcrnxZo/s1600-h/IMG_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155305717923330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7Odi_gI/AAAAAAAAAoU/aNomBcrnxZo/s320/IMG_4303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mixer is my best friend. someone extremely special to me, once said that the beating process when baking is the most difficult. this is what the mixer is for, my love. (i still miss old you! you know what i am talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7D3jX6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/cXvykcEKs3Q/s1600-h/IMG_4304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155302874210210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb7D3jX6I/AAAAAAAAAoM/cXvykcEKs3Q/s320/IMG_4304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my legs and finally the baking process. haha. i stood there from 4 pm till 8.30 pm, fuh. very very tedious work. i never liked to bake. but it can be fun, when i want to take my mind off things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb65F_3gI/AAAAAAAAAoE/p2M88ntQYYY/s1600-h/IMG_4306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346155299982007810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFb65F_3gI/AAAAAAAAAoE/p2M88ntQYYY/s320/IMG_4306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; outcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had so many cookies in the end, i managed to supply to RBS and Chrysler! awesome. and i have one more container here. but...this container seem so lost and lonely. le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate to bake and follow recipes, play by the rules. but really, sometimes we just need to try somethings. i believe in failing. because failures create success stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps: so if fail ifp, nvvvvvvvm. can take 3 times, rmit generous! but remember, after 3 times, byebye. haha. inside joke sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pppsssspspspspsps: I AM GOING TO ADMIT MY RANDOM-NESS TOMORROW, SO COME AND READ IF YOU WANNA LAUGH YAP SZE VIEN!&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/6783172685453267216-1312665576418808235?l=tinybabybolster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/feeds/1312665576418808235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6783172685453267216&amp;postID=1312665576418808235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1312665576418808235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6783172685453267216/posts/default/1312665576418808235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinybabybolster.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-cookies-from-cookie.html' title='sweet cookies from a cookie.'/><author><name>little annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04675755186639287163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhu4I31iVH0/ThnO5kswohI/AAAAAAAABWU/vI--jt30kGg/s220/IMG_0685.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/SjFcMGOL_CI/AAAAAAAAAos/Lkw5AverBJc/s72-c/IMG_4300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6783172685453267216.post-6644958773642220096</id><published>2009-06-10T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:27:48.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to try things.</title><content type='html'>a roller coaster ride definitely describes my week. instead of sitting home and mourning about things, i was up and about planning what to do. and one of my to do list includes....sushi with the curtin-ians. these are rmit-ians turned curtin-ians. haha. i was a curtin-ian turned rmit-ian. haha. confusing much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Si_KjYF_IZI/AAAAAAAAAns/_Gjta4YvmOQ/s1600-h/IMG_4268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345713991823860114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Si_KjYF_IZI/AAAAAAAAAns/_Gjta4YvmOQ/s320/IMG_4268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; clothes for the day. i was actually up early, i swear. only 15 minutes late. haha. i have no idea why i took so long to reach, i was 30 minutes late. very very marianne-chung. but not sze-vienish enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Si_KjFuwYdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qXnM7tSwRCI/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345713986894586322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Si_KjFuwYdI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qXnM7tSwRCI/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; girls for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BJB9HJtd41I/Si_KjHL6XrI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zMLNVYWrIio/s1600-h/IMG_4271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_
