<?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-5947825808578151680</id><updated>2012-02-04T14:15:31.790-08:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Purchases'/><category term='Sketches'/><category term='Daily Rambles'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Curtin'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>Vicky's Shoe Box of Rambles</title><subtitle type='html'>Nonsense for entertainment, too colorful for the minimalist and just plain ramble ramble ramble</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2902891395691128364</id><published>2009-11-08T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T05:30:02.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX-&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cruciating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;igraines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated anything on my blog in 3 months so yay me for putting this up this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kittel! I know you've been requesting for a blog update for ages so yes I will put one detailed post up ASAP (as in after last paper ya kekekeke) which is Wednesday btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til I slack again. Taa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2902891395691128364?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2902891395691128364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2902891395691128364' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2902891395691128364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2902891395691128364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/11/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-4763276463193095375</id><published>2009-07-14T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:06:33.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Tragic Love Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Im really over using this phrase. Tragic Love Songs. Someone should make an album out of it. Channel all your emo-ness into A-minor tunes and overdose black like there's no tomorrow. You'll never know, it might just make #1 on Ric-Dees and the Weekly Top 40! Im in the mood to listen to all the 'classic' love songs of the 80's and 90's. Especially Annie Lennox. People can say she's a freak and a tranny but really I think she's a brilliant artist. A perfect brew of unusualness and always a dash too many of theatrics. You should check out her song "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No More I Love You's". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBUn499JSNY&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=B14EFF07F95E081A&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(youtube link)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's see..I'm also listening to Madonna's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Take A Bow"&lt;/span&gt;, The Cranberries "Linger" and Sinead O Connor's " Nothing Compares".  Yeah its all about people having their hearts broken and being dumped. A few days ago I had Kelly Clarkson's "Already Gone" on replay for a thousand times. Dont get me wrong! Tim and I are perfectly happy. hahha..In fact we just celebrated our 2 year anniversary Just that sad songs are really nice to listen to sometimes. I do notice when I listen to songs its always themed. Clubbing songs..Listen to it the whole day..Techno and trance...Listen to Tiesto and the likes the whole friggin day. and then the bimbotic pop songs which I absolutely love! Britney and Lady Gaga you're on the top of my list! ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..I dont think I have mentioned that I got a new job..Well..I got a new job! hahaha I got it about a month ago. Im working for this company called Australia Geographic. Really cool store for kids and grown ups alike. Basically Im a casual and I sell stuff and arrange the store and keep it clean. It's gotten pretty tricky especially with the computer. So many things to remember!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty challenging as the EFTPOS wasnt working and there were so many customers wanting to pay with their cards and like GAH! I wasnt sure how to do the credit payments manually so I pretty much freaked out. Poor Jon (my manager btw) I had to bug him every second of the day and ask him this and that. I panicked especially when there was a line of customers and some didnt look very patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have heaps to learn though and hopefully I will be able to do so soon. I dont want to slack in my first job cause I dont know how to do it and I did make a promise that I wont let the manager down. Awww...But seriously. I need to keep this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this new campaign themed "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Landing on the Moon"&lt;/span&gt; and basically its all  our astronomical merchandise that are getting the attention. We tried out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astronaut Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt; which is the dessert they send up to astronaut in space. It actually tasted okay. But just dont expect anything like ice cream. It was basically two wafers and dry cream in the middle. I had fun arranging the store (Yes we all know you like cleaning and tidying up Vicky) tho it took me FOREVER as I;m a bit of a perfectionist and I wouldnt leave it until it is done properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from work I also started my IELTS classes. Its sort of like MUET which I did in Form 6. It had Reading, Speaking, Listening and Writing Tests and I need 7 overall to get 25 points for my Permanent Residency application. Erm yes. Im applying for PR (naturally as Tim is here) but yeah PR lasts for 5 years and after that we will see where life takes me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say despite the high population of Chinese here and the countless numbers of Chinese Restaurants, it all disappoints me. My tastebuds have been spoiled by the flavours of KK and KL and my wallet teased by the prices I used to pay. Gah...I paid $1.30 for an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anorexic popiah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when much later after my shift i went back to the same stall and got 3 for $2 ahahha. hayer....There is however a few Malaysian Restaurants that serve really nice Chinese food like Ten Ten in Vic Park or Wongs at Karawara. Theres another one called the Golden Dragon or something of that kind in Northbridge that has pretty good dim sum as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the one that realllly blew me away &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;LAH kan&lt;/span&gt; (have to use some Malaysian in here ahahha) was this Vietnamese Restaurant called LIDO in Northbridge. OMG! T he food! Gila Babi Sedap! Had the best spring rolls and noodles and scallops and oh! So much I cant think of it. I shud go over next time again and take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I find more nice places to eat here. I promised Tim Ill take him somewhere nice for dinner once I get my first paycheck and I want to make sure its the best for my baby. Nah huiyo! Sa bah yang kasih kluar dollar bill skarang ahahha. Oh well..It feels nice to spoil someone else. Not that I dont spoil him. Considering that he treats me like a princess its just not enough =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I have nothing more to say that is interesting. Till my next (hopefully more frequent)&lt;br /&gt;posts! Adios!&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/5947825808578151680-4763276463193095375?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/4763276463193095375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=4763276463193095375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4763276463193095375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4763276463193095375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/07/tragic-love-songs.html' title='Tragic Love Songs'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-8158844626504139707</id><published>2009-06-19T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:53:11.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>STAR WARS MARATHON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent 9 hours dedicated to the 4th, 5th, and 6th episode of Star Wars last night at Aaron's place and my! Felt like an owl when we were done. They are the most awesome movies ever and yeah always loved them since watching them with Stuart before. Tho it was a bit different like they added CGI and stuff (hahaa kept hearing the guys talking bout it). It looked sort of new but it wasnt. Yeah and in the last part of the 6th episode they changed the "spirit" appearance of Anakin Skywalker from the old man in the original version to Hayden Christensen. Im like but whyyy...It was kinda weird but it was all good anyways. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had trouble sleeping coz I wasnt very sleepy at all. 5 of us slept in Aarons lounge hahaha Yuki on the couch, Bung on the smaller sofa (How on earth did he fall asleep and fit in that is a miracle!) and the rest of us on the floor. I finally fell asleep but woke up 3 hours later. Gahh. I havent slept til now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was a freeeeezing day and I spent most of it indoors arranging my room and hanging up my Ikea hanging storage. I love its green and white stripes material! Put Tims stuff and some of my smaller clothing items and voila my cupboard is no more a pain to look at! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow after dinner I was kinda lonely for a while as it was cold and no one was home and Tim cudnt come over to see me so I started drinking Midori out of the bottle ahahaha (to keep me warm!) and before I knew it I was downloading karaoke songs from Youtube (like wtf?!) hahaa..Yesh I do like to sing when Im alone or maybe when Im with Tim. But never with others! I must admit I do this time to time when I "think" my voice is a bit "okay" and attempt to sing the song without screeching 30 seconds into the song but as usual my voice breaks sumwhere in the chorus when the notes are too high. Bleh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I was pretty loud ahah but no more noise ban so yeay! Loud music to keep me company. I did warm up nicely after that bottle too. Ozzy dropped by afterwards to pass me my much needed quilt and sheets and now I can lie in them after typing this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to "break" into my Novo peep toe pumps so I decided to wear them around the house for an hour (crazy!) and yeah it did hurt like a bitch for a while but a wild animal can always be tamed =) I cooked my pineapple fried rice in them and danced around in them at the same time and I guess I looked pretty stupid. ahahhaa in my leggins and Tims over washed T-shirt which I have stolen from him, and swaying around the kitchen to Lady Gaga fetching fish sauce. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, that was pretty much my day. Shud log off and shower now. Will post much needed updates soon. Taaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-8158844626504139707?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/8158844626504139707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=8158844626504139707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8158844626504139707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8158844626504139707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-wars-marathon.html' title='STAR WARS MARATHON'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2563856042089233101</id><published>2009-05-15T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:37:47.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts - REM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When the day is long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the night, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the night is yours alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're sure you've had enough &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of this life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well hang on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't let yourself go, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause everybody cries &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and everybody hurts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When your day is night alone, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel like letting go, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you think you've had too much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of this life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well hang on'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause everybody hurts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take comfort in your friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody hurts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't throw your hand. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, no. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't throw your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel like you're alone, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, no, no, you are not alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're on your own in this life, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The days and nights are long,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you think you've had too much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of this life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well hang on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause everybody hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody cries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And everybody hurts sometimes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, hold on, hold on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold on, hold on, hold on, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold on, hold on, hold on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody hurts. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2563856042089233101?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2563856042089233101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2563856042089233101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2563856042089233101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2563856042089233101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/05/everybody-hurts-rem.html' title='Everybody Hurts - REM'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-3176897427616926761</id><published>2009-05-02T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:01:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potatoes and Onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its more than a week since I last did groceries and pah what a fool I was to believe that all THAT would have lasted two weeks. My appetite has grown faster than the global pandemic that is swine flu. Which reminds me I am getting sick and eating rotting veges wont help cure me. Yeah....my fridge is itself again. Empty. Haahaha save 5 beer bottles and 2 Vodka Lime Sodas. I was curious about the dinner menu as always so I went to have little "stock count" of my own. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Cupboard&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134567579211378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/Sfv-pMZdVnI/AAAAAAAAALY/2I0ZPvHXIxo/s320/P5020706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes with the emptiness it can afford to be messy haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay messy cupboard. So we have, tea bags, sweet chilli, coffee blah blah..The only thing that could constitute a meal is that half hidden packet of BBQ Maggi Mee and the Country Ladle Soup which I got for $2! yeay! I love Coles buy 3 for $6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. My portion of the fridge:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331134932578813090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/Sfv--cIJRKI/AAAAAAAAALg/RXAMSvzjyWo/s320/P5020705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In case you're wondering the green thing is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;the paper thats suppose to be the note with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;name on it saying this anorexic fridge is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyways, yeah I have here a single egg in the cardboard tray, one single pak choy (why I didnt include it with the rest of the vege in my mee goreng mamak last week I have no idea), potatoes, 100 plus, and expired hot cross buns. Id still eat that tho. Hhahaha did it before and it still tasted great! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Bottles of Joy that arent to be consumed. Coz its not mine!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331135232415843442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/Sfv_P5G3RHI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ktm8yclXRbA/s320/P5020703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOT MILK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And finally the liquid section. hahahhaa...Its not even mine. Its our left over from the last drinking session. My mango beer was the first to go. This is Bung n James's stash. Which is to be consumed in the near future I hope. hehhehee.The milk is mine tho. Sad. Hhahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aside from this I do have bacon bits and fish balls and few nuggets sumwhere in the freezer. Oh and my ultimate emergency food. Frozen Lasagna. Which is like the block of ice in which Rebecca Bloomwood had frozen her spare credit card in (Confessions of a Shopaholic) hahhahaa I found that hilarious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wonder Tim said our theme for dinner lately was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the great depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. Tho I made it good. The other night we had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;garlic bacon cheese bread with beef and vegetable soup (Country Ladle of course) and...lemon pepper squid. Which was yummy! But now. Im going to have to scratch my head on how to make these "scarce" resources into 2 meals a day for the next 5 days. At least til Wednesday. Im trying to see how much I can save up. Hahaha with $20 with me now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must say I spent too much on Mamak Night. Cant believe the normal kuih muih is $2 each! If I didnt want Tim to have the food Id not send so much on those! Think I could have gotten 6 of those back home with the price I paid. Tho I cant say cause I suppose it'd be more expensive to make them here. But yeah. Disappointed with the event a bit as a lot of the food was sold out so quickly. I hope they will make sure there is lots and lots of stuff next time round. Tho I must say Im happy to eat satay again! and Teh Tarik! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sighs. But thats as close as it gets. There are some pretty delish Asian food here but I cant take my mind off Wo Teh! Konlau Porkchop Lido! Nasi Goreng Cempaka! Dim Sum! Oceans Seafood! Tuaran Mee. Konlau Kuey Tiaw Kulit Babi Gorengs Hancurssss...hahhh.....sengsara..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kittel! Sa rindu partner makan sia!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And I miss taking your food when Ive finished mine ahahahahhaa! Hey Tal, this year kita anniversary 18 tahun! Huah huah huah! Giggity giggity owww right. hahaha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Im going to have to make a post on my friends next. Ive got some interesting characters in my life. hahaha jaga la ko Tal. Sia unveil ur Marilyn Manson days. ahhahahaa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-3176897427616926761?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/3176897427616926761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=3176897427616926761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/3176897427616926761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/3176897427616926761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/05/potatoes-and-onions.html' title='Potatoes and Onions'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/Sfv-pMZdVnI/AAAAAAAAALY/2I0ZPvHXIxo/s72-c/P5020706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7074052900838511827</id><published>2009-04-22T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:16:33.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Chilli Prawns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chilli Prawns oh man FARAH HANIS AHMAD AZHAR! You just had to bring it up. Chilli Prawns with steamed coconut rice...heiii.....................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-7074052900838511827?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7074052900838511827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7074052900838511827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7074052900838511827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7074052900838511827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/04/chilli-prawns.html' title='Chilli Prawns!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-218011561382563517</id><published>2009-04-22T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:08:06.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>The after midnight random thoughts...haha. im bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;After midnight I : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am happy over the mooon (for no reason)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am lonely for I miss my loved ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am in love with Tim as at all hours of the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am paranoid about some sugar coated comment someone gave me earlier and it really put me down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am hungry. for some reason I seem to eat a lot before sleeping..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am sad when I think of bad things that happen in the past. Early hours are quiet you see..Makes you reflect automatically the past. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am laughing about the better things in life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am chatting with at least 3 people on MSN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am checking out facebook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am listening to something on youtube&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am browsing thru fashion blogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am playing with her teddy boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am cuddling her bugga booo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am watching family guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am partayying with her crew!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am sleeping in my butterfly sheets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am slaving over a pile of work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am writing nonsense on my blog like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-218011561382563517?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/218011561382563517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=218011561382563517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/218011561382563517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/218011561382563517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-midnight-random-thoughtshaha-im.html' title='The after midnight random thoughts...haha. im bored'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2601977068739688839</id><published>2009-03-20T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T20:17:46.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Spoilt little brat gets her clothes haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ive been feeling stressed and bored as of late although I shouldnt as it is week four and while everyone is slaving away in the tiny miserable cubicles in the Library, all I can think of is how to update my autumn/winter wardrobe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What's worst is Ive developed an even more stronger affinity to emptying my wallet. Without a job. Haha I wonder how long will my bank stay healthy before I bleed it dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday I made Tim (poor baby) drive me to the city coz he got to my place late and Carousel was closed and I was horrified because my Blazer from MYER (I'd call it mine because I knew Id get it..I have to!) might have been taken some other girl! I was rushing through the rain because we were supposed to be at my Aunts by 7 and it was already 6.10 which means Ive got 20 mins to search for it without being distracted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But when I got to MYER it was a nightmare to look for Miss Shop (the brand) and wut more the Blazer. It was sooo disorganized unlike the MYER in Carousel and Garden City and in the end I couldnt find it. I did satisfy my roving eyes on the sales rack which later led me to supreme disappointment as all the things I wanted were size 12 above. Meh. Ozzy and I never get the good deals during sales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Another bad habit is when I dont get what I want Ill move on to the next best thing I can get.. Which resulted to me walking into Portmans on the way back to the parking lot and trying to beat the crowd of slowwwww slowwwww young chatty ladies in front of me. Yeah I noe its normal to encounter such "road blocks" on the corridors of a mall but still..There was sooo much space to chat why did they have to park themselves at the entrance and block others..Beyond me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways..Yay! I got the red top from Portmans which I had wanted forever (since last week when I saw it). Then all was well and I got some Guerlian Choccies from David Jones to bring to my Aunts place for dessert. I had actually wanted to get the Bouchee Chocolates which are sooo goood! Ill make sure I bring them back to Malaysia next time for yalls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But still that niggling feeling was behind my brain to get that blazer. I had drawn desperate plans as to how I was going to acquire this piece which involved a lot of buses and trains and googling every shopping centre in Perth. Tim had a NO response fullstop. He has this very protective nature (which I love!) that goes out of proportions and he starts telling me these horrid stories about Aboriginals in the city attacking girls and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So this morning we managed to squeeze in some time to go to Karrinyup Shopping Centre and yes! They had my MYER blazer after all! Getting it was the best feeling everr. Which led me to go on a crazy impulse spree. I got another skirt from Forever New and it sorta looks like this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315471236238595650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/ScRY7UHO1kI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOCPJiOW2-8/s400/n640394014_515698_4670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tho my skirt is a bit longer and its tafetta material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sighs she is soo pretty. All I have to get now are those white tights, pastel pink top and gloves. Heaps of whitening lotion too. Hahaha or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do I feel guilty? Not really. It is out of my winter budget after all. And I did cut a lot of expenses from the food and beverage department. Hahaha Thank God for the Curtin Cafe Specials! And at least I didnt waste my money on alcohol or something. So I guess tangible purchases are the winning party in this case! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, this spoilt brat has enough&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;of rambling over&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stuff. Now she has to plan on when she will be getting that black Forever New skirt she picked up and tried on this morning.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2601977068739688839?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2601977068739688839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2601977068739688839' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2601977068739688839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2601977068739688839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/03/spoilt-little-brat-gets-her-clothes.html' title='Spoilt little brat gets her clothes haha'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/ScRY7UHO1kI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOCPJiOW2-8/s72-c/n640394014_515698_4670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7056804722089144173</id><published>2009-03-05T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:52:56.701-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>High school memories from the beautiful mind of Nina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; After chatting with some old pals the other day, I couldn’t stop thinking about my high school life and how crazily laid back me and my best friends were…how many stupid things we did, breaking the rules, making fun of people and laughing at ourselves; and yet we all made it through despite the ups and downs…I remember entering form one, where my class teacher who was a bachelor; coming from an all girls school, you’d be always seeing who in class may have a crush on him or who is his favourite “pet”. I used to fear him a bit because he teaches us science and every time he comes into class, he will test our knowledge nobody can sit down until one answers his question fast and accurately. Being girls, you would actually see how competitive we all can be. At times I would purposely skip his class pretending to be out training for sports just because I didn’t study the night before…I remember how stressful he made me and some of my friends. Coming from the best class, he had certain targets for us, during monthly test we are to achieve no less then 80%, if not we are to walk around the school carrying a note saying such as “I am an amoeba” or “I am a microorganism”. He was so cruel! And yet to think about it, it was rather hilarious. There was once, ¾ of the class didn’t achieve his target and he made us all line up on the corridor and swear that we will study harder, he later then ask us one by one to promise him that for our 1st semester’s exam we will get 80% if not we would be punished. Many of them did promise him but told him I cant promise him something I don’t think I could deliver but he insist on me to set a target and I told him 70 and above and he gave it to me. Some of my friends then wished they too set a lower target - but at last most of us did well – I know I gotten above 80% and that was it…he left us and we all became lazy and our results came crashing the following semester.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then form two came, we were like the bullies of the afternoon session classes. We use to tease and tease anyone who we hated, be it teachers or the girls from the other classes. I remember once there was a famous Malaysian sitcom called “Jangan Ketawa” and they were teasing the Hindi pictures because they always have a “Hey” at the back of the sentence, well anyway after watching it some of the girls and I were irritating each other and saying “hey” at the back of everything we say. We got too carried away until we enter our ‘Kemahiran Hidup’ class. When the teacher enter a few of us were laughing and we greeted her “Selamat Petang cikgu, hey!” Oh my, she was pissed off with us and she told us who said to come up front and explain ourselves if not the whole class will be punished. I felt bad for some of the girls who were innocent and told lets go and explain ourselves. I was a little irritated when some of the girls refuse to admit so eventually only me and other girl admitted. The teacher was going on and on but I could hardly understand her as she was using her “Terengganu Malay” and all I replied was ‘I’m sorry, we were just kidding and we wont do it again” but she punished us anyway. We were to stand on the table at the back of the class. It was rather funny because I was already tall then and when was told to stand on the table, my head was close to the fan, the teacher was always reminding me to watch my head…like duh! If she was so concern then why make us stand on the table?....she was also the teacher who hated my class a lot. I remember there was an Interclass Handball competition going on but she refuse to let us watch the game and support our class. Being rebellion, we peeped out when she wasn’t around and yes she caught us and she ask the whole class to take our chair and stand on it outside as punishment. We were all glad to do it, after awhile she realized it wasn’t a punishment for us she then told us to stand showing our butt to the team and the other classes on the opposite building. It was funny but we didn’t care much anyhow and still peep down to watch the game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form two was also the year we join a lot of quizzes, coral speaking and a whole lot of other competition and always begs the prizes. The other classes became lazy to compete because they know we will eventually sweep it all =)~ . I remember there was once a choir competition during English week I think and my class, we didn’t want to pay the penalty for not sending a representative so a bunch of us got up and sang a “Westlife” track. It was so awful and we all just burst out laughing before we finished and got out of stage. The judges were looking at themselves and gave us this “LAME” look as though we became retarded in a split second. We just could not help ourselves laughing because it really sounded bad and it was so obvious we stood there so that we don’t need to pay the fine. Oh my God! What fools we were. Oh yah, there was an English teacher then, who hated my class but I didn’t really know why…I think he think we are snobs and he always preferred the second best to us. He had this really big tummy and because he was mean to my class they started calling him “Boroi” when they wanted to bitch about him. We were actually rather radical compare to the rest of the classes - almost got us all in trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form three was a little different because it was PMR year and many of my friends got reshuffled. Girls from the other classes got upgraded and some from my class got downgraded. It was really a change for some of us. But most of us didn’t change much in attitude wise. For our Geography class, we had this teacher who was so good at her subject. She made me love Geography a lot. It was the only paper I new I would score an A for PMR. She too likes to make us all stand up and answer her questions in order to sit. She once did this sudden quiz again, and at last there was 2 girls left to answer and one of them was from my group. So wanting our group to ‘win the battle’, we were trying to help the girl to answer. Cant really remember what the question was but its was something to do with the most populated country in Asia or was that uses train as the main transportation and we were like yelling in a whispering kind of way “India!” “India!” “India!” and that girl quickly raised her hand and yelled “Africa!” You could just imagine then noise and how much the group was annoyed with her and scolding her for not listening to us..you could hear it being repeated over and over again “Africa is not in Asia laaaa!!!” my teacher just laugh because she didn’t need to scold the girl because the whole group was already doing so.My class teacher at that time was a lazy ass teacher. He was supposed to teach us bahasa Malaysia but he would just tell us to do what we want because he said we should be able to study on our own. So that was the time when I and some other girls would gala vent and don’t come into class. There was once we wanted to use the pay phone during class hours which was forbidden and is against the rules. My friend and I just went up to him and asked “teacher, can we go there” and he said “ok”. No further question. So since then we knew we could break the rules when it comes to him. So, whenever we were bored we would go to the pay phone and just dial any random number and say “yes, who are you looking for?” or “hello, I want to buy chicken and pretend we bought chicken before and we called the same number”…my friend ellysa was the killer scam artist. We all would burst out laughing and she can put on this serious shit face and talk as though she is really calling for it. Then after that, we upgraded ourselves to calling boys who we thought was cute or simply scamming those we thought was an ass. It was really fun when it was done in a group. It was really some sort of a stress release I guess hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form four, it was really fun. It was the year of opportunities. There were just so many things that happen. To enter the class we had to open our shoes because the class was carpeted and air conditioned. We always played practical jokes. On Teacher’s day, we took our shoes inside the class, off every switch and all hid behind the tables. We wanted to surprise the teachers who were teaching that day. Some of the teachers took a long time to come and we all almost died of toe-jam. My God! But most of them got shocked when we all yelled “Happy Teacher’s Day!” and we made them burst a balloon with glitters in it. It was fun and funny. Two teachers pinched me just because I was sitting in front and closes to them. Oh besides that, there were arguments in classes and girls can really be bitchie. I remember there was a new girl in class apparently was classified as a liar and like to boast too much. So because of that, everyday her shoe would end up with sands in it or either pair thrown way from the other. When that girl left school, they actually made an obituary with her face on it and put it on the board at the back of the class. And yes, my English teacher saw it ripped it out and complains to my class teacher…and we were scolded as expected. This was also the year we were given a lot of opportunities to join in interschool competitions and were always the schools role models and were always on the win. One thing I missed so much that we played hard and studied smart too.Form five was definitely the best year of all, because we were the masters of the school. Everything was given to us first. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form five my classroom was in an old physic’s lab. So the tables are really long – 4 people in a row. So anyway, where my other 3 favourite girl friends and I were sitting, outside the window we can see the boys from the school next door. Ever since discovering it, the some other girls would join us “cuci mata” looking at the boys as they walk around – the boy’s school recess 5 minutes earlier than us so every day, we will scan through the boys and us being “thick skin” will yell the names of the boys we know and laugh out laud…its so funny to see that suddenly the boys will walk macho-ly since then. There was once, my teacher caught us looking at the boys and he asked to draw the curtain but someone yell at Vicky to draw it open. I have no idea why she did knowing that the teacher was staring at her. It was the same teacher who entered the class and told us all to sit down but no idea why Vicky was still standing and he said “hey you, why are you still standing, trying to fart is it?...because if u fart sitting it makes a louder noise right”…those of us heard just burst out laughing because we didn’t think he would say such a thing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form five was the year laa…we had so much fun working as a team, drama’s interschool competitions, anything we did was all a group work despite some of us cant stand each other…there just so many memories that its hard to put in words…its easier saying it verbally then spelling it out….to be honest it was one hell of a great time…something I’ll really treasure!Oh wait till I tell my form 6 story…that’s even more funny and crazy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanx for the post neng!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-7056804722089144173?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7056804722089144173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7056804722089144173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7056804722089144173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7056804722089144173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-school-memories-from-beautiful.html' title='High school memories from the beautiful mind of Nina!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-8999148023448331912</id><published>2009-02-25T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:55:37.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purchases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well hello there.. Finally done for the day..Or rather the week. Yipee! I guess Ill be going out tonight. Prolly watch a movie (at last!) once Tim's done which would be at 7pm. Till then there will be no dinner for me. So I bought a Mars bar. My second choccie bar for today. I bought Snickers for lunch and now Mars for moi appetizer. Hahahahaha...What? I did walk back and fourth to school many times today. Not to mention I carried along my new Audrey Hepburn mounted poster which was tres heavy. So its justified I can have a chocolate bar for every walk I take. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hehehehe..Guess I wont be in trouble until Tim reads this. Yeah...I havent been in the mood to do some real cooking since the day I made the pasta with Cole's yucky beef sausages. They tasted soooo weird. Prolly not half as weird as the kangaroo sausages my housemate bought the other day. Yeah..KANGAROO SAUSAGES! At least Ive tasted something exotic...hahahha. But it was okay at first. Tasted like any ordinary beef sausage but the aftertaste and the thought of the little pouch just didnt work for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim finished his share of pasta of course. Prolly out of courtesy. Hahaha awww baby. The things you will eat for me. Hahaha. Stop laughing. But before that it was probably only spicy beef broccoli fried rice that was the decent meal I made. In between it was maggi this maggi that, instant soups and canned ravioli. I noe! Horribly unfit and unhealthy Vicky. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ive only been eating good when I go over to Tim's house and his mom cooks awesome dinners. Or when we go out to eat (KFC doesnt count). Best Vietnamese food : LIDO! Absolute delish spring rolls scallops and pork! I will post another entry just on food Ive eaten here. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways, here is my other new roomie: Audrey Black and White photo from Sabrina:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306993573130201474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaY6iX-06YI/AAAAAAAAALA/NJ7l9pTAzHg/s400/P2260021.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watchful over my study table&lt;/span&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/5947825808578151680-8999148023448331912?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/8999148023448331912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=8999148023448331912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8999148023448331912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8999148023448331912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/02/home.html' title='Home!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaY6iX-06YI/AAAAAAAAALA/NJ7l9pTAzHg/s72-c/P2260021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-8223420304039001500</id><published>2009-02-25T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:43:48.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Brrrrrrr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friggin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; today! I mean I do prefer the cooler side of the thermometer but today was just exceptional. Prolly coz I wasnt prepared. I usually sleep with just the sheets and not the quilt itself because it's hot and all. Well this "summer" has decided to give me the cold shoulder. Woke up early because my feet were frozen and I already put on MAS's woooly socks (hah! David go report!). So I got up and took my jacket and put that on. Still not doing it for me. I decided its time I opened that Linen Pack Quilt I got from Curtin and..Are you kidding me....It was so thin! These people are really so peluki. And the heaters aren't working yet until I dont know when management decides to turn it on. In the end I just woke up an hour early than my alarm time and took the longest hottest steammmiest shower. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, at least I got to class on time with my housemate Helen. Today everyone was in their warm clothes except for a few daring ang mohs in super short shorts! And she was skinny and tall! I dont know how her "Central" heating works.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-8223420304039001500?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/8223420304039001500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=8223420304039001500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8223420304039001500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8223420304039001500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/02/brrrrrrr.html' title='Brrrrrrr!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7866517359257093111</id><published>2009-02-25T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:56:32.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purchases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>My purchases this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heelllooo babes. So it has been about a week and my did I get busy (or rather my wallet). Yesh in this post you shall see what I bought this week. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was sooo cold today. Raining and all. So I walked in the corridors to get out of it and oooooooh what is this : Wednesday is market day and wow..I like all the stuff. I bought a scarf and praticed Indon malay from an ethnic looking stall. After that I passed the Student Guild store and oww whats this. Cheap posters of Audrey Hepburn! I got one from the movie Sabrina I think. Or was it Roman Holiday.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306718945852580194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVAw9pg4WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7pElLQbh6E/s320/P2250008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the bronz-iest of them all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306720370710186306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVCD5qCiUI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9evq22QA1bg/s320/P2250010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you my lady are one brown fox! haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306721343198807090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVC8gdZRDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_nwbYjPfGgg/s320/P2250006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Hepburn is the first to be sold out. Sorry bout the image quality. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will take one that is not so hard on the eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And on Monday in between classes I squeezed in some time to make it to Garden City to get my dress from Forever New. Who knew Id get these extra babies as well. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306722212494318994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVDvG1mHZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g8CA-WepygA/s320/P2250014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cream and silver weave belt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306723025388053698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVEebGkJMI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jyKMh9PFI1o/s320/P2250015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pearl and enamel bracelets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306724062350891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVFayFxWdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/VP0HpaP3iQc/s320/P2250017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever New Paisley Prints is finally mine forever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306725541904565650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVGw522xZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MOXSQe7-kI8/s320/P2250019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And a diamond shaped necklace to match and complete my indie-bohemian look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5947825808578151680-7866517359257093111?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7866517359257093111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7866517359257093111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7866517359257093111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7866517359257093111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-purchases-this-week.html' title='My purchases this week'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SaVAw9pg4WI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7pElLQbh6E/s72-c/P2250008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-3378483185573229429</id><published>2009-02-18T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:56:17.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My room!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey just thought Id let yall see my lil box where Ill be slaving over my books, wacthing Family Guy, eating midnight ice cream, dancing and creating entries for my Shoe Box of Rambles for the next 10 months. Or hopefully the next 4 months. If can refund my costs and move out with Tim and Ozzy!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;But at the moment Im pretty happy with my home. Just 1 minute walk to the Bus Stop and near to the uni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here are the photos. But my room is still bare though. I havent really the time (and money budu punya Bankwest lambat bagi ATM Card) to decorate my room ala Ikea. Haha ya ya cheap ideas but pretty mah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304052326010076434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvHfQnqPRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0_11PE75iis/s400/P2180914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the view from the door I love my Ikea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;plastic rainbow cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304053156953129298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvIPoH7AVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dHl3ctmJiK8/s320/P2180903.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loads of space for things (more shopping!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304054448811220546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvJa0q5HkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GM9ePiIoaJI/s320/P2180918.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my little "pet" pony I got for my Boys?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meet Rainbow Dash. (I noe Im a geek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304054831463016770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvJxGKMKUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_Qd-LuaBqAE/s320/P2180922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY SPACE! As you can see I brought very little. In fact some of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these I bought here in Perth. Shoes are under &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the dresses. I brought 4 pairs only out of 20.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304055787708194546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvKowcznvI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ms70GBWcDbI/s320/P2180923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And these are the Charles and Keith Booties &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ive been talking about. Arent they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful? I lurrve you my babies.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha my mom overreacted when I told her I wanted these babies. See ma, everything turned out right once the babies come. Hahaha..And the pony, ooh I want to collect all of em! Much to Tim's dismay in my childish taste in spending money. So thats my room dated 18th February 2009. Quick shout out :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;PP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;BIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;THD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;AN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LEE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;OM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-3378483185573229429?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/3378483185573229429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=3378483185573229429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/3378483185573229429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/3378483185573229429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-room.html' title='My room!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvHfQnqPRI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0_11PE75iis/s72-c/P2180914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-1382078226812337156</id><published>2009-02-17T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:25:12.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Employ me puhweeezzzz anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So today I decided to try the walk to school after many days of putting it off. Hehe. It was kinda hot but suprisingly it was really near! I mean I knew it was nearby but didnt expect to get there within 10 mins. Lucky it isnt humid like Miri or KK. Peluh abis abis Rexona oso cant help. When I got there though the crowd of students was just unbelievable. It was Guild O- Day and there were so many stalls at the Guild Precinct! I was suppose to meet Ozzy to return her camera which I borrowed to take some half decent so-called "professional" photos of Tims Graduation (avoiding the $100 fee for photography! Gila). I was like how the hell...then before I could call her I bumped into her and Sara at one of the hallways! Hahaha! We were fated to be together Ozzy. Hahaha..Speaking of lesbian relationships there was a stall for the Lesbians and Gays Support Club or something like that. There were free condoms in a basket. For a second I thought it was candy! Hahahaha Nasib baik tak ambik. Who knows what flavor. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And we got&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ambushed by &lt;em&gt;Asia&lt;/em&gt;, the number one Asian Students Club in Curtin and these 3 students just came up in front of us and starting buzzing away on how cool it is in funny Surfer Dude accents. Hahaha it was like they had a radar for Asians (Beep! Asians incoming! Attack!) But it sounded pretty neat to me. Getting discounts at nightclubs and stuff. I asked the girl for her number but the guy butt in and said "I thnk she means my number" Doo ooii. He asked if I think his sunglasses are nice. I think I was being over honest when I said "NO" haha opps.. I think I scarred his ego. Sorry! I wish sometimes Id just bite my tongue and say "They're nice!" First day dah bitchy. Guess I was pretty annoyed then being in the crowd in the hot climate. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeps heat plays an important role in my moodswings. I pass out if its too hot. So in between hot and too hot I just become irritated Vicky. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhows, The place was happening and pact! A sea of students + A DJ playing trance at one side + Music from other clubs = Nightclub. Hahaha. Loads of freebeees (literally. Ppl were walking in Bee costumes) though. I got a Bankwest Pen and free ice lemon tea. Haha duii.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304040857473234594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZu9Ds_ZtqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u2FKeubluUY/s400/P2180898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways..There was this guy from the Bio Medical Club and he was playing the keyboard. Damn! Punya la terrer gila babi! He could play every single song! From David Archuleta to Lady Gaga (with effects too) to Super Mario to Ozzy's Fav Sex on Fire. We must have stood there for about 40 minutes before we moved on. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My main objective however was to get to the Job Board at the Student's Guild building. There were so many to pick! Some weird ones too. Like INVESTIGATOR. Hahaha wanna play PI? Oooohh kinky.. Hahaha sorry. Anyways yeah the ones I listed for Ozzy and I were :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) Counter hand / Barrista / Baker &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) Carpet Cleaner ( ya ya I know..But I like vacuuming!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) Soft Ice Cream server &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d) Casual Staff at a Supermarket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e) Telephone Courtesy Caller (get info from companies. No selling involved. Hrmm...Ngam la kan since Im very talkative haha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f) Cafe all rounder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g) Stock taker (once a month hah..brapa jak dapat)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h) Deliverer (deliver catalogues to homes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thats about it. Which do you think would suit moi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfortunately I have to be a member of the Student Guild in order to get employment info. And it is $99.95! Thats like RM250! hrmmm...But we do get $300 back in rewards. Besides Ill be working to cover it. Guess I should be joining it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We finally had lunch at the library cafe (so nice kan. If you lapar while studying just go dwn and eat!) I had a pepper and steak pie for $3.80. Hah! I feel happy I spent less than 5 today. Ozzy was going crazy over how much calories it contained. Thats when I got a lil bit educated on calories intake. Hahaha but most of the time I dont think of calories I just shove it into my mouth and enjoy. Then we talked about my dramas in Miri. Fuh! And such a long talk it was! I guess I should learn to get over somethings and move on right? I dont know. Sometimes things find its way back to bite us when we are not looking. And there are always people and songs and things even colours which remind me of these people who have walked out of my life. I should surpress these stupid unworhty issues and keep em to myself instead of unloading them on others. I feel bad for making ppl listen to my shit. Coz its just the same thing over and over again. A big thank you and hugs and kisses to everyone who had my back and lent me their ears. I love yall all to bits! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you can see how I can change from happy to emo in a minute. Sheesh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I decided to take some time out and sit under the trees and enjoy the feeling of...sitting under trees. Hahaha Ive always seen orang puteh do it (Tim sat under the tree in Miri and he got lots of weird comments. Coz Malaysian grass got tahi anjing la sampah la) but here its so nice. Its cool under the shade and nice breeze. Except for the pricklng feeling under my skirt from the pine cones (hah what were u thinking??). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304049124710072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZvEk62QwQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/vSYPBe7CSwc/s400/P2180901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-1382078226812337156?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/1382078226812337156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=1382078226812337156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/1382078226812337156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/1382078226812337156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/02/employ-me-puhweeezzzz-anyone.html' title='Employ me puhweeezzzz anyone?'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZu9Ds_ZtqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u2FKeubluUY/s72-c/P2180898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2767098346644673623</id><published>2009-02-17T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:40:37.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Back with a breath of fresh Perth air (sorry no pics just full on description)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;heloooooo...haha yeah its been ages! had to live without FB for a week over. hahaha not too bad except it was pretty frustrating trying to reach yall back home. Im using Optus which is sorta like Digi and the first few days sengsara wanna send messages and call. But its all good now! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hrmmm...lets see where do I start? Well..I got a warm welcome at Perth International Airport with the sweeet face of my darling pumpkin chuppa cakes. Hahaha ewwwwwwwwwwww tats what ur thinking. Ive never been happier to see him and that he kept to his word (his hair was kept long. hahaha I had a dream of having his hair long and shaggy like a garage rock star. ahahaha he looks really good with long sexy hair! Like the guy frm Coyote Ugly).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Or maybe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;not. He found his hair disgusting so he cut it at the hair salon in uni Fringe Benefits. Yeps. I hear you. A salon on campus?? wtf?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Oh I feel like a makeover shall we go for some supa stylin after accounting tute?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha..I couldnt help but laugh (with joy) at how complete this place is. Bank? Yep theres one nearby the Curtin Business School. Clinic? Got it. Impressive. But the thing Imma need the most at the moment is the Student's Guild Noticeboard for part-time jobs. Yeps..Ive just only took a quick glance at the jobs available and like ya there were over 100 part time jobs to take up! But not too sure of the location though. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So why do I badly want to work here? Higher pay of course yeah thats one but its really about paying higher here! The very day I got here I already let my bad retail habits dominate my already sedated self and bought some stuff from MNG. Plus the change in fashion here tempted me to "blend in" (excuse mo baju baru je hehehe) and I bought some other clothes here. Haiya Vicky yeah thats what I thought to myself as well. Baru brapa hari dah splurge here and there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks like Ill have to cut coupons for cheap meals off the receipts of Coles supermarket to survive. Hence, the job would fit nicely in my "budget". Hahaha how shallow of me. Bt hey, I dont want to feel guilty everytime I cash in. Its nice to know that when you've spent some I've saved some money in my lil piggy stash up here on my shelf. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways..Getting back on track..Well The first few days was just going around Perth City a.k.a Malls and we went to eat the best seafood at Fremantle's Cicerellos. Check out the pics in my FB (too tired and impatient to upload here prolly edit after this post and add pics hehe). We had &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OYSTERS BAKED WITH CHEESE AND BACON ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; BIG ASS BATTERED SCALLOPS (MY FAV!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND SOME OTHER STUFF (THE USUAL BATTERED FISH WHICH WAS ALSO DELISHHh!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I decided to walk around and as Bev says "buang tabiat". Hahaha it was just too much a waste to not take pictures of the place while we were there. So mom agreed to take some photos which were out of her "norm". (again see FB). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the real deal, the moment of truth, the event that was the most crucial and my being ready was a combination of mental fear and lots of "potential" scene rehearsals was the one when I was going to meet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE PARENTS&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha I guess you could say I was shaking like a polaroid picture (Heyyyyyyyy yaaaaaa shake it shake shake shake shake it like a polaroid picture hahaha I just had to do that) and was repeating to myself,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dont screw up! Dont Screw up! Dont choke on the beef. Dont over eat!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as a result I ate too slow and felt left out when everyone had finished and were drinking wine. But his parents were awesome. And his brother too. And his cat (Tiger so fluffyy!) and their dog (Candy). His mom is sooooooo sweet and nice and pretty and she's always happy happy happy. Hahaha (hyperventilating). Im still quite nervous now (bah baru brapa hari) but silly me. I dont like it when I turn all quiet and awkward and laugh like a nerd as David puts it (which Ive done on several occasions with Tim's friends..yup I caught myself snorting lightly but dont think they heard me). Lucky I can laugh "controlled" sikit when Im with his family. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I've met my Aunty B who's settled in Perth and her family. Nice to have some close family here! She has the cutest dog ever! Rosco! Hahaha I uploaded his pic as Im a little biased towards animals. Hehehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303829415644824802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZr8wKzHBOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qlKH4_gYe9k/s400/P2080791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And after all the long briefings (Housing Fire Safety Briefing was the worst! Two hours of 90% common sense. I mean &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;who puts the hot pan straight from the stove on a carpet??) &lt;/span&gt;I finally moved into my room in good ol Vickery House. It was so hot that afternoon and it put me in a foul mood while I was unpacking and poor ol Tim was lying on the bed while I was doing it and seeing him lepak lepak there made me more angry. Hahaha though it wouldnt be wise he did anything coz only I knew where I wanted my things. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But at nights it gets so cold here (at least by my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;reptilian&lt;/span&gt; standards) I had to wear socks and sweat pants to sleep. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My housemates? Multiracial home we have here emm let me see: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 of us from Malaysia (at least got someone two speak our M;sian BI mah oh?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Australian girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 American and 1 Canadian &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;expected 1 more from China but not sure if she is moving in. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So thats us in our little home. Apparently high security home (Curtin Housing spent over a million dollars on our lock system). Yeps, we use our student ID to enter our front doors and rooms and laundry rooms. So must bring it wherever! and if we leave the front door open for more than 2 minutes it will ring the alarm. So when its those heavy shopping days itll get a bit inconvenient. But other than that this place is nice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I think Ive put almost everything in a nutshell. Im getting tired now and my butterfly sheets are calling me though it would be hard to sleep with all the partying outside (or at least the makings of one, booze and laughing). Yeah our accomodation allows parties but with limitations of course. Hah! Yeshh..righhttt...like when would lil ol me organize one such Van Wilderesque communion. Oh well Ill come up with that later now my pretty lil brain needs some sleep (I perasan otak sia jak cantik ya) will be using it tomoro for some study. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha how geeky. Nah, after a dissapointing semester in Miri with downgrading and heartaches I dont want to let myself get caught up in peoples problems and my own petty thoughts. I decided to start now so that I will slowly make it back to where I was. A tad bit interested in what I was learning and motivated to get the best out of myself. I will not accept anything less than the most I can give. I owe myself that much. God help me. Goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2767098346644673623?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2767098346644673623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2767098346644673623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2767098346644673623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2767098346644673623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-with-breath-of-fresh-perth-air.html' title='Back with a breath of fresh Perth air (sorry no pics just full on description)'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SZr8wKzHBOI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qlKH4_gYe9k/s72-c/P2080791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-78896764370272361</id><published>2009-01-25T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:56:58.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Hotel Paper + Pen = Less Bored 16 year old Vicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Was bored and stuck in Carlton Crest Hotel in Sydney on our trip to visit Stuart. I remember it was the time when the Aussie bush fire was going on and the ashes were floating beautifully to the ground in the hot midday sun. Great for photos! But silly lil me that time wasnt interested in capturing the best stills in life but instead heeded her parents to go back to the hotel after the long unhealthy day of breathing smoke. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats I came up with these:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295299073226722194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyuc48iS5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zx3NKpWNy14/s400/P1260211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invisibility is just a ring drop away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295299919011525730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyvOHvWNGI/AAAAAAAAAII/gKFfKtomiTM/s400/P1260217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orc a.k.a me when Im hungry..hehe..which I am at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295300912709217282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXywH9jVrAI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/b7ADU7qXh0A/s320/P1260219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fug self-portrait but still pat on the back for trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-78896764370272361?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/78896764370272361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=78896764370272361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/78896764370272361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/78896764370272361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/hotel-paper-pen-less-bored-16-year-old.html' title='Hotel Paper + Pen = Less Bored 16 year old Vicky'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyuc48iS5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zx3NKpWNy14/s72-c/P1260211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2264904037369485762</id><published>2009-01-25T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:33:49.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>In the forest Id like to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The movie "What Dreams May Come" inspired me to do this. The part where Robin Williams fell into the field of painted flowers. A must watch movie! I dont exactly paint very well though he he. I was just having fun using every single color in the paint box.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295284950607036146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyhm2FnfvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fs5GJBgoKt0/s400/P1160781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2264904037369485762?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2264904037369485762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2264904037369485762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2264904037369485762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2264904037369485762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-forest-id-like-to-be.html' title='In the forest Id like to be'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyhm2FnfvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fs5GJBgoKt0/s72-c/P1160781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-4229964791063454066</id><published>2009-01-25T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T09:34:05.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>A portrait of Marilyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Whoop pee doo..I just found an awesome piece by Chrystal Dungin (sorry Tal, fullname is important when giving credits hehehhee) of Marilyn Manson. Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295283356978034386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXygKFW2ttI/AAAAAAAAAHw/odpgFNg8PME/s400/P1260207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flashed&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;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295282999165387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyf1QZrAwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Ekc1Kllx7l8/s400/P1260208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Available Light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-4229964791063454066?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/4229964791063454066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=4229964791063454066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4229964791063454066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4229964791063454066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/portrait-of-marilyn.html' title='A portrait of Marilyn'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXygKFW2ttI/AAAAAAAAAHw/odpgFNg8PME/s72-c/P1260207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-6267225767280945698</id><published>2009-01-25T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:10:24.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sketches'/><title type='text'>Grey Strokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its Chinese New Year Eve and Im sitting at my study table enjoying the full view of the fireworks being displayed outside. Everyone else is sleeping and I must admit if not for the fireworks, its quiet this year. Usually there will be parties around the neighbourhood and my family would have all its members at the gathering. Year after year it gets smaller and smaller. People get married, migrate or just busy working. Gone were the days when we were brats (im still one hehe) running around the house receving ang pows (I still do thank God!). So I chose to dig into my old sketch books to have a look at my old artwork. Which still makes me wonder how on earth did I manage to draw that? If you'd ask me to sketch on the spot Id have difficulties trying to keep up with what I did previously. Guess you can say I sketch based on my moods.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the time when I used to be so damn crazy about LOTR that I spent hours and hours bent on my table sketching Frodo and his friends. Hah. Yeah bet you're wondering wtf? Frodo? Had a thing for hobbits. Hahahahha..But I couldnt find that sketch book but I found one of Aragorn. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295257227841696450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyIZKvS8sI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OdN-hI3UTBs/s400/P1160782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha yes he looks weird here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then there was the phase when I got into fairies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all that supernatural hype. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295258023834194482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyJHgCskjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0C8q72wuTjE/s400/P1160783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295259070715050994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyKEb-iu_I/AAAAAAAAAHA/JbIHdGSv1Cc/s400/P1160785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Unfinished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then there was the architecture phase I went through and these are my assignments from Building Design classes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295441879474372002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SX0wVTrL_aI/AAAAAAAAAIg/mPFPbHoS6-4/s400/P1160777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shingle Victorian; sorry bout the poor image quality &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont have a scanner so I did my best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295444121702653058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SX0yX0oEXII/AAAAAAAAAIo/KJhlirh43Qw/s400/P1160780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cottage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295267848203962354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXySDWq-h_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/yCQCl_QXQPc/s400/P1160786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random I noe..Another badly taken photo but this will have to do for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295268727281373234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyS2hfXUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/PwuNm2dy_r4/s400/P1160784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham? Hahaha&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/5947825808578151680-6267225767280945698?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/6267225767280945698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=6267225767280945698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/6267225767280945698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/6267225767280945698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/grey-strokes.html' title='Grey Strokes'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXyIZKvS8sI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OdN-hI3UTBs/s72-c/P1160782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7914104246837101364</id><published>2009-01-25T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T06:57:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gong Xi Fatt Chai everyone! Have a prosperous year! Especially for you ox people. I know it's just about prosperous this time of the year hahaha..the wallet is never hungry.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/86333430_967d753e38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ang Pow Lantern courtesy of eyes1997 on flickr&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/5947825808578151680-7914104246837101364?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7914104246837101364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7914104246837101364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7914104246837101364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7914104246837101364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/86333430_967d753e38_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2686317075171116880</id><published>2009-01-24T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:26:48.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food food food pt.2 : CUBE meets TEXAS for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arite lets get on with our little gastronomic roadtrip.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 23 Jan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch @ CUBE, City Mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remember the first time coming here with Tim and mmmmphhh I just lurrve the little snacks they serve. The price was reasonable, staff were nice and the atmosphere was just lovely, cool and chic (was afraid it was a little bit too Sex in the City for Tim's man-ly likings but he loved it anyways).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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;&lt;br /&gt;&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_5294833064341865106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsGnmkXApI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y4KlR8c4F0U/s320/P1230142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294833689767205090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsHMAdYWOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rIsqmt1wAHQ/s320/P1230141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd love to have this in my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294834578915228754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsH_wyyfFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/tvodlj-7cfM/s320/P1230133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmm..Crispy prawns with wasabi mayo and fruit salad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294835161551928882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsIhrSM_jI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e4TsDGQi0nY/s320/P1230136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cocoa pudding anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294837501806045746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsKp5aQ6jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/rNiySDQXYJk/s320/P1230135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd concept of a teaset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294838159647506274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsLQMD4_2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/_EdOfEThutc/s320/P1230137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All in all I'd give 4/5 for this place. If you're into chic dining and feel like chilling out with your friends and goss over wine then this is the place for you. They have a nice private room for about 10 to 12 people if you want to organize events and stuff so yeah I love this place would've made my birthday party here! Anyhows..moving on.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Late night binge @ TEXAS, opposite Shennis hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So our little crowd just finished watching Inkheart (great movie!) at GSC and Ozzy and Boly went home. That left me, Bev and Shawn in my lil Waja thinking..what's next. Bev suggested we grab a bite and Shawn..well..he just had to have what he always wanted..beer. So where else to go but Texas! Actually there's Upperstar just next to Texas but yeah Texas it is then bebehs! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Food so far was okay. Well I cant really say much yet coz its just my second time here and well honestly we drank more than we ate. Hehehe..The fish and chips Bev ordered was okay. Like Bev said the batter tasted weird but I was too bummed to notice and it tasted good until the last piece I had tasted a bit like old flour.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294841546447484050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsOVU37dJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ETh-c_xFVTQ/s320/P1230153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crispy fish n chips and the golden elixir of life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Shawn ordered San Miguels, the beer from Bev and I's supposed motherland. Viva la Filipina! Yeah right...We added a bit of the lemon from Bevs fish dish into the beer to test how Shawn's "Lite Beer" concept tasted like. It was actually really nice! But then again beer is beer. Lemon in beer was a bit tOo metro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294842798349705474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsPeMkrYQI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3nzYPLV4MxY/s320/P1230146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shawn's loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294843554438329218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsQKNOQM4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r8tsenByIw8/s320/P1230151.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bev seems a tad bit happier than Shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294844554519508930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsREa0L98I/AAAAAAAAAGY/_awcENRJS-k/s320/P1230149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Lil Miss Muffin gets in front of the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2686317075171116880?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2686317075171116880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2686317075171116880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2686317075171116880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2686317075171116880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-food-food-pt2-cube-meets-texas-for.html' title='Food food food pt.2 : CUBE meets TEXAS for dinner'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXsGnmkXApI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/y4KlR8c4F0U/s72-c/P1230142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-9035238357729604990</id><published>2009-01-24T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:28:31.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Food food food pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harlow my dears. Yes on this gloomy doomy rainy Saturday afternoon I shall talk about one of life's sweetest pleasures. Food. Haaha..Typical Vicky. Makanan sija. Let's have a look at the few places Ive been to eat the past few days : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bak Kut Teh Restaurant in front of Jesselton Hotel. I keep forgetting the name of this place (will post the name when I find out) even though Ive been there a hundred times over. This place serves the best Bak Kut Teh in KK and it is usually overcrowded and you'll have to stand at tables waiting for the customers to finish eating. Yesh I know it is very rude and stressful for others trying not to choke on their pork belly but yeah. Every man for himself! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeps this place it very popular and apparenty among photographers as well all prolly going to post their pics in their blogs. When we got there there were at least 5 people with cameras. And not the shameless digi cam like mine but the ones which scream "Pro and Expensive". Nevertheless, I decided to be shameless like my camera and snapped here and there much to my Dad's annoyance. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294779900057323666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrWRCLLiJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9PVWRaeCmZ8/s320/P1180072.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then again, Im not really a Bak Kut Teh enthusiast. I do love the meat balls with salted fish in it and the soup is just magic straight out of the witch's cauldron. But the real deal with Bak Kut Teh is the pig's organs. Tongue, liver, intestines, ears, knuckles you name it! And for non-organ eating people like me its kinda hard for me to eat there if not for the meat balls. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294780554642701634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrW3IsfvUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/nUZXY5SUjeQ/s320/P1180074.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Timor man at his job cleaning the tables and carrying loadfuls of dirty dishes in the basin. He did it so quickly it was almost an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294780884363913730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrXKVAKKgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/w4CPB4Ra4B0/s320/P1180076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A cup of hot Chinese tea to wash down the oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294781892193011682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrYE_dVx-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/JiNsetmdoac/s320/P1180077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our variety of pork dishes. Yuck or yum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294783170453623410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrZPZWa0nI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R-1C92-xo3A/s320/P1180078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It tastes better than it looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294785118698450482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrbAzILrjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/egJTrCMH-wM/s320/P1180079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The delicious pork meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294786267179856178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrcDpjfMTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/_ubsn3EB8eM/s320/P1180080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294786961802161810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrcsFOWbpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gOLv7BQKkLM/s320/P1180081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ye blurr. My Dad was hungry so I was in a rush to snap it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294787479591603538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrdKOI-TVI/AAAAAAAAAFA/v2F4442S-4E/s320/P1180083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788022395791282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrdp0Pk57I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Gl1DMzC6G7I/s320/P1180084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Papa is a happy man haha&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/5947825808578151680-9035238357729604990?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/9035238357729604990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=9035238357729604990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/9035238357729604990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/9035238357729604990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/food-food-food-pt1.html' title='Food food food pt.1'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXrWRCLLiJI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9PVWRaeCmZ8/s72-c/P1180072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-8467502769778480836</id><published>2009-01-19T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T05:29:39.227-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Bank statements break my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So I got home the other day and Mom goes "You've got mail!" ..Ah, nowadays mail just means the boring stuff like Membership Fees, promotions on facials, and the likes. What happened to good old fashion hand written letters? When I was a kid Id always look forward to receiving mail because it simply meant someone thought of you. But today, hmph! Its about how much you spent in the last 6 months and seriously..OUCH! Damn it. And on what? On whom? When where? These questions just filled my head as the ugly numbers of money flowing out of your account. Not even my money! Bleh..Im feeling guilty for my expenditure and I still have the heart to want those Charles and Keith shades and booties. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do now? Cant wait to touchdown in Australia and start working overtime, illegally if I have to to support my...expensive wants and needs. Of course Tim would protest to me working in Hungry Jacks being the pampering boyfriend. Hahaha..Then again Im exxagerating the situation. #1, I cant ever ever ever work in restaurants what more fast food restaurants. Sigh, Ive a feeling I will screw it up. Waiting, maybe but I can only balance 3 plates max and if it means scurrying around getting orders mixed up..Id be fired in a wink. Kitchen? Lets say I dont deal well in sweltering heat and rushed cooking. Passing out on the first day of the job isnt exactly what I had in mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My pickiness in jobs probably wont be very useful. Then again who said part-time jobs are all about the food industry? Id settle for retail or something that would include arranging and stacking getting stock and the likes of interacting wth customers. Yes that would be my thing. Ozzy and I did make plans to work in Myer or Aussino or something thorughout the semester and during the winter break. Yesh yesh yesh, we work, we earn, we get what we want, everybody is happy. No longer shall I have the burden of guilt of spending Mummy's dough since Im baking my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It seems so distant! Yet only 2 weeks before I reach Perth. Excited! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-8467502769778480836?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/8467502769778480836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=8467502769778480836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8467502769778480836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8467502769778480836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/bank-statements-break-my-heart.html' title='Bank statements break my heart'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-173630772815644944</id><published>2009-01-18T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:55:58.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Sigh..Fooled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I thought was the latest season of ANTM was actually a rerun of cycle 10. Meh. Oh well Im glad Whitney won. Just like Im glad McKey won in cycle 11. Trully well deserved even though I was hoping Analeigh would win in the first place. Sam was pretty awesome as well. Okayyy so we are flying all the way from the US of A to the fashion scene down under. Yep. Let's take a look at last season's Australia's Next Top Model winner Demelza Reveley who is only 16 years old. Like wha? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292648300301832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXNDlmSQ0bI/AAAAAAAAADY/shbz3WpI7dA/s320/demelza+in+junebugmaxidress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Demelza in Junebug's Maxi Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292648686589829090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXND8FUf3-I/AAAAAAAAADg/MJX_WDsTxQQ/s320/0,,6113084,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She has a very Blair Waldorf sort of look right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such a beauty. At such an age when most of us are still dreading the awkward stage. When I was 16 all I could remember was being depressed about looking like a troll. The time I was more skinny than my over-active thyroid body, ungroomed eyebrows, breaking skin, flat as landing-strip chest and a sudden bang of bum. Gah just awkward la overall. From the slouching back due to my textbook laden schoolbag (which was also uncool) to the dry frizzy hair (once in form 5 a cockroach flew into my hair. OMG! Disaster!. Bleh bleh bleh...Yes it was all plain dogoness and my entire personality oozes 'geek-losophy'. People from highschool will always remember me as the girl who sits reading Biology at the bus stop. Hahaha..Okay bitch stop whining! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292662406836899970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXNQatOT0II/AAAAAAAAAD4/0_oPDYQEPZ0/s320/jon_heder_napoleon_dynamite_interview_top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywaysss.....Today I managed to push myself to go swimming to ease off the guilt of not going to gym for the past 2 days just to burn a few calories. I peeked out of my window and the sky seemed to scream "Damn woman, you stay in your room where your wretched calories belong!" Im like, eff off. Im going swimming! Ladadee la deeda..... There was no time to waste as Mum said we were going out for an early dinner which leaves me a total of 1 hour to go swimming and get ready. Rushed I did without even removing my eyeliner and brow shade. And so I was there with an army of annoying kids in the pool all screaming and splashing and spitting in the water. It sucked that there was always a kid swimming in your way and to make it worst, they swam better than you. Tim always said I swim like an elephant. Not my fault that my swimming instructor left me with all my Mummy's money. Ten year olds can only learn so much.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292658724264157538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXNNEWkjIWI/AAAAAAAAADw/I12KVLh6Jr8/s320/P1180059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The view of SGCC's swimming pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatsoever, job done. My arms ache like a bitch and I feel accomplished. Satisfied I left the pool with a smile and my eye-liner was still...er...lining my eyes the same as it was before the swim. Well now I can have full confidence in Estee Lauder's promise of smudge proof make up for those with watery eyes like me he he.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-173630772815644944?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/173630772815644944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=173630772815644944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/173630772815644944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/173630772815644944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/sighfooled.html' title='Sigh..Fooled'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXNDlmSQ0bI/AAAAAAAAADY/shbz3WpI7dA/s72-c/demelza+in+junebugmaxidress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-4082744577914525090</id><published>2009-01-18T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:37:40.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Annoying Malaysian Drivers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hah! Ive enough of our country's road 'etiquettes'. There's always one or two drivers who can reallllllllly get on my nerves everytime I hit the road. Things that annoy the hell out of me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Slow drivers...on the right lane!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slow drivers on the right lane....with excuse that they are going to need a U-turn &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that is like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; waay...waaaaaayy..WAAYY far ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. People who tail your back when they can see a slow car (of the above) in front of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you (are you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a dog trying to sniff my butt? No? Then back up!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. People who just cut into your lane when you are speeding..without indication &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;summore!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Haiya...doesnt get more Malaysian than this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. People who wind down their window and yell at you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Ko mo mati kah?" (You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;wanna die?)&lt;/span&gt; Why? Do you? No? Then in the wise words of Rihanna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UP AND DRIVE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Superbright-Blinding headlights. Aiyo Mr 4WD, got streetlight ok mah ho?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. People who stare...stare..stare at you. Take a picture dude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Rempit wannabes who try to outrun your car on the right lane again. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Having to choose to listen to either Estrella - Stay, this particular retro song I &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont like on Mix.fm (dont get me wrong I like retro). Seriously I think I can take &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Jonas Brothers a lil bit better than these two. Hahaha okay that had nothing &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to do with the road but when Im already in a bad mood everything else drives &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me mad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhale....Okay I feel better now. Thanx for listening to my angry rambles. Time to relax and think of nice things to blog about like food!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292626764037653954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXMwABcwhcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tYYFH33LWkY/s320/image200901040053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's take a breather shall we? Ok dearies will go and enjoy the first episode of ANTM cycle...err...forgot what cycle it is now. Get back as soon as I can. Muah muah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-4082744577914525090?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/4082744577914525090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=4082744577914525090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4082744577914525090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4082744577914525090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/angry-malaysian-drivers.html' title='Annoying Malaysian Drivers!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXMwABcwhcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tYYFH33LWkY/s72-c/image200901040053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-831695618561600668</id><published>2009-01-17T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:38:24.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Timmy syok sendiri!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hahahahhaa...Alammaaaakk Farah sayang! My bf syok sendiri on youtube! Should have recorded the arguments as well! Hahaha..sometimes the conversation can carry on to the next day or kena ungkit in the next argument. Sampai gaduh pun boleh over the dumbest things. Hahaha. Like he used to say I am Chinese-Malay. I'd say just say Im Malaysian because ur mixing up the race! Im Sino Kadazan but obviously people in Australia would be like...wtf?? And he'd argue over that base and Farah would jump in and back me up and we all end up pissed at each other in the cab and the driver would just be quiet. HhAHAHAHAHAHA Thinking of our cab drivers there was one "interesting" one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This fella did the most disgusting things from digging his nose with his long yellow fingernails (this is one almost-common 'uncle' thing to do) but whats more disgusting is he flicked it somewhere and I hope the landing spot was nowhere near us because you never know what strong aircond can do! Like my friend kena tu hari. He was talking loudly in his Ah Seng accent and then his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tempias &lt;/span&gt;(spit) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got blown by the aircond to the extent that it made a 180 degree turn and landed on my friends lips. Which is only second to the time he farted in the car and lowered down the window and tried to fan it out. Aiyo mama...And all this happening while he just talks and talks and talks and Farah and I will be laughing at his accent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aiya. Itu amoi teda bayar I itu luii" (The girl hasnt paid me my money!") I was like...luii??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahaha..These were just the few things I miss about being in Miri. God knows what will be up for me in Perth. One thing for sure is I will be with Timmy ma babyy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXLSu1M4vgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zO2Tdll61f0/s1600-h/P1170008.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292524214110699010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXLSu1M4vgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zO2Tdll61f0/s200/P1170008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ill be missing KK food. Oooh ya yesterday Kittel and I finally got to eat the Kon Lou Men Porkchop at Taman Fortuna. Yum yum yum. Despite the grease, the delicious soft white meat covered in a layer of crispy batter..Bliss...and Kit Chai Ping (if thats how u spell it) though I can just make that myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292525654226554754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXLUCqDQz4I/AAAAAAAAADI/I9NfFGV052I/s200/P1170014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was this one guy at the coffee shop who sat by himself and was talking to the chair infront of him with his hands waving in the air. At first we all nda peduli la and start eating was damn hungry! But it got a little scary when he started walking around the shop in circles laughing to himself! I tried not to look at him but it was really disturbing so I sneaked a peek and he caught me and walked around to our table. Eeeehh..What if talks to me or like Tal said pour his tea or what looked like tea on my head or stab me or pull my hairl..So uneasy everytime he walk behind my chair. But he just went past and laughed to himself. He chat with the waitresses a bit before going into the kitchen giggling. In the end I didnt finish my food. Too tired of worrying. Haiya!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-831695618561600668?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/831695618561600668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=831695618561600668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/831695618561600668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/831695618561600668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/timmy-syok-sendiri.html' title='Timmy syok sendiri!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXLSu1M4vgI/AAAAAAAAADA/zO2Tdll61f0/s72-c/P1170008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-4272268095904434998</id><published>2009-01-16T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:45:25.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladybug without it Spots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well just got back from going out with Kittel. Went to Warisan Square to shop and we ended up bringing home nothing but camwhore pictures. Hahaha..It was from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCoCjrv1hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ub8iCV9ANxk/s1600-h/ditavonteeseSPL_468x393.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291914324052268562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCoCjrv1hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ub8iCV9ANxk/s200/ditavonteeseSPL_468x393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this boutique selling what was more of a Roger-Yong/Halloween Costume party kind of clothes. The kind of sight you do not want to see on a daily basis on someone! Think mini tulle skirts with fishnets and horribly overdosed lace. Ughhh...But we entered just for a good laugh and ended up taking pictures shamelessly until the salesgirl showed up and stood right in front of us. Then we had to pretend to be interested in stuff. And Kittel HAD to pick the lingerie stockings. The type that Dita Von Teese wears! Alamakkkk..Speaking of her I stumbled upon these photos of her! Punya la ganjelsss. Sweet to suuhhweeet. Such a tease!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Anywayys, I just got confirmation that I will be staying in Vickery House for the next 6 months! Im happiee I got a place to stay. But I heard that the place is spooked! And me being the superstitious wart that I am, I guess you can say Ill be blessing the pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCt-v5hUNI/AAAAAAAAACg/8Lq2W8N6CG0/s1600-h/ghost.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ace. Yeah family pretty much have seen and heard from beyond. Let's save those stories for some other time before I freak someone out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCxqg7LeQI/AAAAAAAAACo/RuUJ2RJl5Pw/s1600-h/asian_ladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291924906111105282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCxqg7LeQI/AAAAAAAAACo/RuUJ2RJl5Pw/s200/asian_ladybug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haiya..it will be a while before Im haunted..and a while before I will see you my babee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCzyV6PYBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-ZUQiXFbs0A/s1600-h/ladybug.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291927239616585746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCzyV6PYBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-ZUQiXFbs0A/s200/ladybug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Timmy! I miss you so very the much! My kissy and huggy! Im a lady bug without her spots! All my spots are missing! Farah Nina David! Jaski!Where'd you go? I miss you so...Seems like it's been forever since you've been gone..Elelele emo nyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ladybug cake anyone? Cute! So cute Id prolly not eat it till Ive taken all the pictures I need to my heart's content cz the icing looks realllyy nice. mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-4272268095904434998?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/4272268095904434998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=4272268095904434998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4272268095904434998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4272268095904434998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/ladybug-without-it-spots.html' title='Ladybug without it Spots!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXCoCjrv1hI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ub8iCV9ANxk/s72-c/ditavonteeseSPL_468x393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-6118147618668060865</id><published>2009-01-15T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:50:06.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Back from the Dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAEvCuTPzI/AAAAAAAAABA/lLk4r5Mk1mQ/s1600-h/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291734768391765810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAEvCuTPzI/AAAAAAAAABA/lLk4r5Mk1mQ/s320/madonna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello darlings! It has been a while hasnt it? So much has changed! My hair, my dressing, my friends and thus my blog is subject to change as well. Some 'before' entries do not apply to 'now'. Truly the fiscal year 2007/2008 deserves an award for best drama series. Well saddle up cast and crew and enter 2009 in glamour because I have a feeling this year will kick ass and send all the bitter, faux-pas memories back to the attic closet along with 80's pop culture fashion! Love you Madonna but sorry I dont feel the outfit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes, moving on is a sticky process that involves the gym (sweating off the bitch in your head reminding you of last years nightmares is awesome!) pork noodle in Lintas and Taman Fortuna (beshhh gilleerr!) and chocolate. Loads and loads of chocolate! Even though I had thyroid back in the day (dui macam sia tua sudah kan?) and pretty much stayed away frm a few things I cant have, I just could stay away from chocolate. First it would be one little cube a week. Then two. Next thing I know I was munching down anything chocolate! Been feasting like there's no tomorrow taking advantage of my over-active metabolism until "Ching" one day the doctor came smiling to me and said "You're thyroid level is back to normal. Im impressed!!" Yeah I'm less impressed. I mean..I am happy to be a normal human being again or at least close to normal but but but....My appetite! It won't stop and I keep munching and munching. Tu la! Macam si babi con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAG9WgpFhI/AAAAAAAAABI/2Ea11pLUIMU/s1600-h/P1160788.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291737213244610066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAG9WgpFhI/AAAAAAAAABI/2Ea11pLUIMU/s320/P1160788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fident makan banyak now I put on 3 - 5 kg (different scale different reading and yes I weigh myself everywhere). Nah ambik kau! I said to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Food is one of my guilty pleasures aside from shoes (these are just some of the boxes). Everything delights me! My mom is always telling me "Eat like mummy!" but sadly I eat like Daddy. I look like Daddy and can immitate people like Daddy too (ask Farah hehehe). Yes me and my brother both inherited Daddy's sweet tooth. Any sweet delight under the sun you name it Ill eat it! Toffee, creme brulee, chocolate, truffles, jellies, cookies, sugar lollies (okay that sounded a bit dirrrty) haha I love it!! Ice cream and sherbets and berries and mangoes and popsicles. Heck I can eat just the icing off your wedding cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291740112303827602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAJmGWOKpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qU3XTdq2LTQ/s320/cuppa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My latest obsession..Cupcakes! Like the ones in Sex in the City in Magnolia Bakery! The photo on the right is taken from someone elses blog (thanx for the luvly photo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAOUPCtlvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q2w-6C7ekic/s1600-h/P1160790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291745302958413554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAOUPCtlvI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q2w-6C7ekic/s200/P1160790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;As of now, Im eating my lunch Mummy got me! Huhuhu Kon lau mee with wantan and side dish of tung-hun with Japanese taufu. I swear Im such a beancurd addict. Everytime go Chinese restaurant mesti order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXARG3H-_cI/AAAAAAAAABw/S9y3ondjZSs/s1600-h/P1160795.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291748371734658498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXARG3H-_cI/AAAAAAAAABw/S9y3ondjZSs/s200/P1160795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;taufu taufu taufu. Salad beancurd. Sizzling beancurd. Seafood claypot beancurd. So damn nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyhoos..That's all for now. Ramble later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5947825808578151680-6118147618668060865?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/6118147618668060865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=6118147618668060865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/6118147618668060865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/6118147618668060865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the Dead!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAEvCuTPzI/AAAAAAAAABA/lLk4r5Mk1mQ/s72-c/madonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-4756447119324142665</id><published>2007-06-02T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:39:45.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in magic? I wish I did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magic..Fairytales? Love? Ouch..The L-word is so painful now. I dont know..Have you ever felt that you wanted to be selfish so that you can have evrything to urself..Or in my case..Someone...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets talk about my new friend. @@@ and I. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@@@ and I..Are like Ying and Yang. North Pole and South Pole. Yet, we get along pretty well Id say. Its something so different and I have never spoken to or been spoken to by anyone like the way he does with me. Its so..Intriguing (duno the spelling) and unique. Maybe because we are strangers and the fun part is getting to know each other. I remember my Lecturer Mr.Qaisar pointed out in class that 'people listen to strangers better than they do with their spouses'. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our ideas are so individual both by personal character and culture that you cant help but argue it out but have fun at the same time. I realise no matter how much we bicker, he listens a lot and that pretty much impresses me coz at first..I would never have guessed he is this sort of person who's into the conversation thingie. Honestly I thought he was a bit dorky and I was somehow, intimidated by him. I did learn heaps on how he sees life and all. Im the one who's always holding back and care too much what people think of me. He prolly died trying to convince me not to care a fuck about people who have boring lives and survive on gossips. In fact..I think most of my friends have grown tired of making me think that way..Hehehe..Sorry dearies.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What striked me the most is when he told me he learned from me. Truly I always thought Im a pile of worries mixed up but when someone learns from you, you feel...Useful? hahaha.. Thats the only word in my mind now. I stil remember he called me a typical Asian and a hardcore Christian ( I have no idea about this) and I called him a slut. Am glad that I did at least something good here for someone else. @@@ has definitely made this semester interesting and I wont forget it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-4756447119324142665?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/4756447119324142665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=4756447119324142665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4756447119324142665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4756447119324142665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-you-believe-in-magic-i-wish-i-did.html' title='Do you believe in magic? I wish I did.'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-4403800504244453682</id><published>2007-05-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:52:20.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtin'/><title type='text'>Exhibition  - Listsssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Killing time during a long day of Exhibition..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Things to do to smother boredome to death during Malaysian Studies Exhibition :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. You can braid Big Bert's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. You can unbraid Big Bert's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. Take pictures of Big Bert's new beautiful hair-do courtesy of Aaron, Dan and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. Go online and type something like this about Big Bert's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hua hua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;How To Get Seriously Wasted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Step 1. Go to the fridge to get a drink of water before bed with a cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Step 2. OOOhhhhh..A bottle of wine. Want some? Just a sip..It'll help us sleep better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Step 3. Bring out two glasses and start drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Step 4. Keep talking about childhood memories and you wont realise you've finished a bottle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Step5. Go to the fridge and get beer, whisky and coke..The vodka helps too thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Step 6. Keep drinking until you get wasted (see How To Know If You're Seriously Wasted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;How to tell if you're seriously wasted:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;1. Your English accent has changed to either British or American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Everything is funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;3. You've vommitted three times and came out of the bathroom each time laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;4. You cant hold your glass properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;5. Cant stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;6. Still cant stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;7. You thought it was 11.30 pm 5 minutes ago and now its 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;8. You're straight line walking looks like a Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;9. You think a papaya tree is a palm tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;10. You cant figure out why your car cant move (Lights on, engine off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;11. You repeatedly deny you're drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;12. You can dance on stage/pole with your girlfriends trying to beat the club's table dancers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(though you obviously just look ugly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Anyways...Gtg..Time to check out the booth....Hehehehhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-4403800504244453682?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/4403800504244453682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=4403800504244453682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4403800504244453682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/4403800504244453682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/05/exhibition-listsssss.html' title='Exhibition  - Listsssss'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-3991719763515650290</id><published>2007-05-08T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T06:27:56.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Scared! Bored..Tired! Assignments are like..sooo dued soon...and my Test is on Friday!Blahhhhhh....Help me...Make me into two so that I can finish my work faster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-3991719763515650290?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/3991719763515650290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=3991719763515650290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/3991719763515650290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/3991719763515650290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/05/bored.html' title='Bored!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7731670235457012648</id><published>2007-04-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T07:59:11.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleeding, sore and hungry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I havent had dinner yet..Dont plan to..Actually, I cant..Hahaha..The garlic bread which was meant for LUNCH was left behind in Linda's car after dance practice. There goes my stomach's salvation.But if it means a flatter tummy the next day, what the heck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I scraped my skin on my feet during dance practice just now..Linda added some pretty awesome moves to our Buttons routine..But thing is..We have to kinda slide on the floor...And the carpeted floor in the dance room really roughed it out. Owhhh...Blisters are not sexy..Cant smile...booo...But in time (like real short time) we will improve..The competition is next Friday and Im nervous ordy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hungry Hungry Hungry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-7731670235457012648?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7731670235457012648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7731670235457012648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7731670235457012648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7731670235457012648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/04/bleeding-sore-and-hungry.html' title='Bleeding, sore and hungry!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-8323592748727903416</id><published>2007-04-20T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T08:40:38.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rambles'/><title type='text'>Should Harry Potter Be Banned?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's the title of my Research Essay which is 2000 words due in the next 3 weeks. I've only got 1 printed article for reference and I need 4! Its so damn difficult to get hold of printed materials. Im after Time Magazine issues ranging from 1999 up to 2003. So far it seems that all the libraries are missing the particular issue that I want, Sep 20, 1999 which has a reallygood Harry Potter article. Arghh...enough of that...Even without reading the articles I can say HARRY POTTER should not be banned for witchcraft! Its not fair for other sane viewers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Aside fom this article Im worried (yes, Vicky is a worry wart) about Accounting. At first it was because I thought I wouldnt be able to score at this subject and its especially worrysome for me because Im suppose to this this unit as a major in my degree. I was relieved for a few days when my lecturer told me I did pretty well in my Progressive Assessment and I had my mom to thank for she emailed me all the things I needed to know to clarify my knowledge. AND, on Thursday, he suddenly announced in the lecture hall that he nominated me and another girl to represent the Accounting unit this semester and our job was to talk about anything we know about accounting. WHAT??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I mean, yeah.It is an honour and all. But Im scared that, what if I talk crap. He didnt even ask us if it was okay that we do it. I think I let him down because he told me to say a few words about my experience in Accounting but I said some pretty stupid things in class..Blehh...Prolly the reason why he cut me halfway and I went back to my seat smiling. Even more stupid! Hahhhaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Well, am waiting for my laundry to finish spinning. I have to walk a bit to get to the laundry 'hut'. Im getting tanner. Tanner than what is normal for TAN. And Im losing a few pounds (Halelujah!) which is the best part of not owning a car and you have to walk everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I cant wait to go back home next week. Hopefuly I can. If Im not too busy that is. My mom can tutor me more on accounting and I can shop for better stuff. Club! If there is time la..Kekekeke...Wish there was a holiday or something right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-8323592748727903416?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/8323592748727903416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=8323592748727903416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8323592748727903416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/8323592748727903416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/04/should-harry-potter-be-banned.html' title='Should Harry Potter Be Banned?'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7205655497923971861</id><published>2007-04-17T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:18:17.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FinallY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hAh! I finally retrieved my password and username...Gosh do I suck or what? Anyways..Gotta go so this is an extremely short entry...Will continue later...Wont have to be anonymous anymore right Ozzy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-7205655497923971861?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7205655497923971861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7205655497923971861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7205655497923971861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7205655497923971861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/04/finally.html' title='FinallY!'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-7850363479655015242</id><published>2007-04-14T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:08:36.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, Full, and Tired</title><content type='html'>Blogging is the best thing to do while waiting for your body temperature to cool down. Well, its the only thing to do in my room now. At least there's some use of my thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to excessive starvation (on my terms) from last night till this afternoon, Ive decided to splurge on lunch...&lt;em&gt;Nasi goreng ikan masin + sea cucumber soup + kangkung masak sambal belacan..&lt;/em&gt;Yep..Am so into the typical Malaysian food right now..This is after all &lt;em&gt;tampuisampalau! &lt;/em&gt;(Dont bother  asking about the connection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I feel like Im carrying a bowling ball in my tummy (I look like it too). And running away from somebody with a full tummy is extremely tiring. Yes..INDEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to admit, I was mean to this guy, MR. X (I wish not to enclose any names) and I thought he'd get the picture  with me being ignorant and all. Yet, he just seems to be ignoring my 'repellent' and keeps trying to get close. Its annoying like killing a mosquitoe that just wont die! Okay...That was harsh. Truth is, I would like to be his friend if he would just stop freaking me out. Creepy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking back to my place I saw his car and I knew he saw me thus probably he will offer me a lift. My friends saw him turning around to our direction and I immediately ran into my frens house..Well...I didnt run..Just walk cooly and act as if I didnt see him...Maybe I should take my cousin's advice...Act like you are retarded when he is there..Like stick fries in your nose or something..I couldnt possibly pull it off without laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..Im going to take a chill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-7850363479655015242?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/7850363479655015242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=7850363479655015242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7850363479655015242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/7850363479655015242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/04/hot-full-and-tired.html' title='Hot, Full, and Tired'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5947825808578151680.post-2279411640124198667</id><published>2007-04-13T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:51:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entree'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today Rozy go and pester me to create a blog (Ozzy 2007). Yes, Harvard Referencing applies in this so called 'Sabahan' web-site..Excuse the addy..I couldnt find any better address as all the cool chic ones have been taken thus I resort to the given address assuming that no one would evercome up with that idea in all its 'dogo'-ness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Like Ozzy, I too have procastinated more than what is normally acceptable by student standards. But I cant stay awake. Saddest part is, I have no desire to stay awake. Sleeping is my new addiction. Not too mention ice-cream. Its as if all those weeks sacrificing meat and such have started to take its toll on me. Am binging on junkies a lot. I havent jogged for more than 2 weeks now due to hectic schedules (sort of).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Highlights of this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I finally made a small change that seemed major to most of my peers. Who knew a bit of straightening and a brush fringe would link me to so many different identities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At first, I didnt plan to change my look. Twas more of a spur of the moment thing. My housemate Fahren was really eager on going so we surveyed prices in all the salons. I wanted to test the look by getting the lady to blow-dry my hair but they were all like protesting so I just decided to go ahead with it. As for the fringe, I was thinking more of a Rihanna look (Watch her video 'Unfaithful') and requested with acceptance of the risks of looking completely Ah Lian. The results varied. My friends did call me Ah Lian.They called me Beatles, Cleopatra, Pra-Tong, China, Barbie (beats me why..she's blonde!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyways..I have to start pouring n knowledge on Business Management. I have to score in this test by hook or by crook. My Group Assessment for this unit isnt going to help me gain points as we havent even got to interview the company (we're doing Sarawak Shell Berhad) . The people are far too busy and Im still waiting for their reply. Im desperate and Ive been calling another business, Siamese Secrets but the manager was busy as well.. Arghh..Just tough luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Apart from that Ive got Provisions for Bad Debts to worry about..Its so weird that 3 years ago I had to worry about chemical reactions and the mechanics of physics.  3 years from now Ill be worrying about Taxation Laws and Portfolios..Yeah yeah yeah...Finance is boring but they say, what bores you to death will make sure you die rich.Hahaha...Am being money minded again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5947825808578151680-2279411640124198667?l=tampuisampalau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/feeds/2279411640124198667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5947825808578151680&amp;postID=2279411640124198667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2279411640124198667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5947825808578151680/posts/default/2279411640124198667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tampuisampalau.blogspot.com/2007/04/entree.html' title='Entree&apos;'/><author><name>Lil Miss Muffin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00814515010979061360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uU5kISCk738/SXAeAMYcvoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2mPqYxVeP1c/S220/image200901040048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
