<?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-378722760627039481</id><updated>2011-07-28T22:21:13.835+08:00</updated><category term='internet gems'/><category term='random ramblings'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='meme'/><category term='media'/><category term='travels'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='in the news'/><category term='something deep'/><category term='funny stuff'/><category term='movies'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='family'/><category term='videos'/><category term='music'/><category term='events'/><category term='the boyfriend'/><category term='school'/><category term='angsty'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes and Muffins</title><subtitle type='html'>2¢ pastry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-346678837156873523</id><published>2007-10-31T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T07:46:28.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfying the nomad in me - MOVING!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I've finally decided. I'm moving. As usual. I can never stick to one blog for long. Oh, how I wish I could. But after awhile I just get so very frustrated with something or other and I just need to start over again with a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I got it good too, eh? I've been getting so many hits to my site but I also feel bad that some of the hits come from people looking for an actual Cupcakes and Muffins website. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few posts up already. That was in between deciding whether to move or not. Basically testing the waters and seeing if I could like it. I decided that I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do update your links, your bookmarks, your RSS. I'm moving to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://burgersforbreakfast.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://burgersforbreakfast.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, CnM. There are so many good memories here. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-346678837156873523?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/346678837156873523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=346678837156873523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/346678837156873523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/346678837156873523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/satisfying-nomad-in-me-moving.html' title='satisfying the nomad in me - MOVING!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-353082631403193365</id><published>2007-10-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:47:35.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>guy scares little girl - see how she gets him back!</title><content type='html'>A guy scares a little girl and offers her a chance to scare him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/790504/girl_scare_prank.swf" width="400" height="345" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/790504/girl_scare_prank/"&gt;Girl Scare Prank&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The most amazing home videos are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girls sure are scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-353082631403193365?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/353082631403193365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=353082631403193365&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/353082631403193365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/353082631403193365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/guy-scares-little-girl-see-how-she-gets.html' title='guy scares little girl - see how she gets him back!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4865336414183209381</id><published>2007-10-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T15:25:24.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet gems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>i found a hero's youtube account</title><content type='html'>Serious! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian Pasdar&lt;/span&gt; (plays Nathan Petrelli in Heroes) has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;Tube&lt;/span&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/52/03/0000035203_20061021061612.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/buckshotwon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of his videos are only a minute or less.. it is really interesting to see a lot of the Heroes cast not being actors on the show. I love the way he shoots the videos and especially his use of the background music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it had been any other guy out there, his videos might've not been so great, I guess. But then again, he's got good editing skills as well as the talents of so many other actors at his disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have pay them for being in his videos either! Hahahaha. I'll share some of my favourites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the order of oldest to latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #1: Grunny TEARS IT UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Greg Grunberg who plays Matt Parkman, the mind reading police officer. It's just TOO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XujoVJR-46A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XujoVJR-46A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #2: Forbidden Fruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Sendhil Ramamurthy who plays Mohinder Suresh. One seriously intense video. Will he eat it? Oh, the suspense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TayFZDHarU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TayFZDHarU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #3: Grunny Goes Nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring Greg again. Going mad in the labs. Oh, and you will finally get to see a little bit of Adrian in this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eh6AHI5LFs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6eh6AHI5LFs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #4: Wipeout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen Bell, one of the new heroes is in this one. She is amazingly hyper in about EVERY video that he took with her in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Rcv2efdWKw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Rcv2efdWKw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #5: Pit Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this one incredibly funny. The description Adrian had put for this video was:&lt;br /&gt;"Wasn't sure what day it was. Called Milo. He always knows."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sp7K6CANlp4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sp7K6CANlp4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #6: Emmy Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title implies, it was Emmy night. Again, Kristen Bell being overly hyper. She's really got some dance moves there. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulI1ioVfNsY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ulI1ioVfNsY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #7: MaSi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masi Oka, otherwise known as YATA man, YATA dude, or that guy who plays Hiro Nakamura, the one with the coolest power (in my opinion) - teleportation and time travel - getting stabbed in the eye by the make up lady. Aww. Poor Hiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YV1dPAOZguM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YV1dPAOZguM&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video #8: ORANGE JULIUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Panettiere, the cheerleader who has the power to heal herself sort of in an immortal kind of way, or Claire Bennet, is just too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaU-yY5gqjw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaU-yY5gqjw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Must use the word "some" with caution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4865336414183209381?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4865336414183209381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4865336414183209381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4865336414183209381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4865336414183209381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-found-heros-youtube-account.html' title='i found a hero&apos;s youtube account'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3493004204649531742</id><published>2007-10-23T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:29:50.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>calling all creative, smart, gorgeous, beautiful, caring, loving people, and in other words.. YOU!</title><content type='html'>I feel like making a new blog. You know me.. after awhile I just need to start afresh, anew again. I've already decided on a template too. Haha. Just that I have not decided on the new blog name/address. I will still be sticking to using Blogger. I'm practically married to Blogger by now. Been using them for over 5 years now. Hahahaha! Goodluck tracking my old blogs. I actually deleted some of my old ones. I was so stupid to do that. Urgh. So sad. Don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out two names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burgers for Breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goddess Next Door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But I'm horrid at coming up with blog names/addresses. (Refer to above) So.. can some of you really creative, beautiful, gorgeous people give me a hand? You know what I need. Suggestions for blog names/addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if Burgers for Breakfast is going to be my new blog name, the address would translate to http://burgersforbreakfast.blogspot.com and Goddess Next Door would be http://goddessnextdoor.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about me that might help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audiophile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cannot live without music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfectionist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lazy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fussy eater.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't stand being stuck at home all day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves adventures!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easygoing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves music? Hehe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves art. Be it dance, paintings, nature, sculptures, clothes &amp;amp; fashion, homes, food, cars, science.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quite geeky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finds geeky guys adorable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;160 cm tall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blind as a bat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously hates lizards. Ew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves musicals. Duh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves losing herself in books.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoys making others laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My name is Kimberley. Some people call me Ann. I have another name too - Marie. But usually people call me Kim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Maybe you would like some sort of reward for your trouble but I am but a poor girl with nothing to offer although I could probably afford to give away a huge Spiderman poster. It's probably 1.5m x 1m. Hehe. Want it? Hahaha. I could probably throw in a small can of Polyurethane Stained Varnish + brush. New! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please comment regardless! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-3493004204649531742?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3493004204649531742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3493004204649531742&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3493004204649531742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3493004204649531742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/calling-all-creative-smart-gorgeous.html' title='calling all creative, smart, gorgeous, beautiful, caring, loving people, and in other words.. YOU!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8032370964262400415</id><published>2007-10-21T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:01:48.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>been going to brunei three weeks in a row</title><content type='html'>I'm cleaning up my room now - yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen of procrastinating!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the hiccups &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four bloody times today!&lt;/span&gt; Maybe something's wrong with me. It was all really funny though. I got it first in church. So totally embarrassing!! My hiccups are always embarrassingly loud, for one. When I started having them, people kept turning around to see what was making that awful noise! Hahahaha. ME!! Then I was still having it when I went up to receive holy communion. Hahahahahaha!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bodoh!!&lt;/span&gt; Then in the middle of saying prayers.. very loudly, I will go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIC!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;making my cousins all laugh. Then in the middle of giggling I will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HICCUP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and there we go all over again. Vicious cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin said, "Cis. People so concentrated on praying already and then suddenly cannot think! It's like.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ring ring... ring ring... ring ring... I'm sorry. Your call has been disconnected. Please try again later.&lt;/span&gt; No time even for the other person to pick up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second time during breakfast. Eeeps. Thank goodness Yakin is a very noisy place! Third time when I was in the car on the way to Supa Save (Yes, I went to Brunei, again.) and the boys laughed at me. Evil beings they certainly are! And the fourth was just not too long ago. My dad says if I get the hiccups a lot, it might mean that there's something wrong with my diaphragm. He says I should go see a doctor. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the reason why I went up to Brunei today was because Iqbal invited me for lunch at Escapade, tempting me with tales about the 100 dollar sushi boat filled with every single sushi that they served at that restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up with.. Iqbal, Mark, Alywin, Roger, John, and Kelvin. Didn't hear a peep out of Kelvin at all. First time meeting him and all. Maybe he didn't know anyone else there at all? First, pictures of people that were there! Except for one guy - Roger. Didn't have any good pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672801073/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2170/1672801073_718b1696e2_o.jpg" alt="do the locomotion" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iqbal (the one who invited me) dunno talking about what. So I made it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1673649220/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/1673649220_03d08d4050_o.jpg" alt="behold mighty sony" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think they might've been trying to take some picture. Guy in green is Kelvin and guy in grey is John. Hehehehe. No need to see their faces la.. cos I dunno them very well so don't want to post their pics up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672822271/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2292/1672822271_84d062edfe_o.jpg" alt="weird faces" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Left is Alywin. Right is again, Iqbal. So funny I accidentally caught them making the same kind of face when I snapped them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672806693/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/1672806693_15208546c0_o.jpg" alt="lovey dovey couple" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lovey dovey couple, Mark and Kim. Yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672793037/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2402/1672793037_74861ec8d5_o.jpg" alt="50 dollars" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We ordered the party set. Sushi and sashimi - 50 dollars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1673670190/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2259/1673670190_950c3ded11_o.jpg" alt="10 cents" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The aftermath! You can always count on boys to finish. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1673664710/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2223/1673664710_1498d12168_o.jpg" alt="mark is too happy" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mark acting all happy now that his belly is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672804717/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/1672804717_18943d740e_o.jpg" alt="kim at escapade" height="533" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After I was done eating. But I admit I didn't eat much. Cos I had quite a number of dim sum from breakfast. Not done digesting! But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; enjoy the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672796971/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/1672796971_da96bfad55_o.jpg" alt="camwhore spotted in the vicinity" height="533" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder who this was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Escapade, we dropped by Seria Plaza to tapau some Jollibee for some friends back home. Then went window shopping for a videocam, shoes, and sunglasses. Then went to have some ice-cream at Dairy Queen. I can't believe those boys managed to finish a Regular sized blizzard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Super Save - I bought lamb cutlets, steak, and mushrooms. Haha. Doing my mother's bidding. Then Mark and I had kebabs. Non-stop eating, ok! I can't resist good food!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1673652608/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2047/1673652608_0e84f60efe_o.jpg" alt="drive back" height="272" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the drive back. From my point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1673667294/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2131/1673667294_4a970fca25_o.jpg" alt="pretend" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teruk. I was playing around trying to take a picture of me with him sleeping - turns out he was pretending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1672819885/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2123/1672819885_dfe5340c64_o.jpg" alt="sunny" height="533" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hot afternoon sun - 5.13pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And lastly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; An excerpt from a chat I was having with my cousin. After showing him pictures of food from lunch!! Muahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2295/1673667495_3a94054ff2_o.jpg" alt="chat excerpt" height="504" width="429" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS. I ended up blogging instead of cleaning my room. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8032370964262400415?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8032370964262400415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8032370964262400415&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8032370964262400415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8032370964262400415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/been-going-to-brunei-three-weeks-in-row.html' title='been going to brunei three weeks in a row'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5776070977772418954</id><published>2007-10-19T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T23:39:49.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>don't watch this. it's pure crap. lol. seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKYr8BSGT_w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iKYr8BSGT_w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5776070977772418954?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5776070977772418954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5776070977772418954&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5776070977772418954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5776070977772418954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-watch-this-its-pure-crap-lol.html' title='don&apos;t watch this. it&apos;s pure crap. lol. seriously.'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2110733819539254345</id><published>2007-10-16T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T07:48:24.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>kota kinabalu trip slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kota Kinabalu.. In a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="360" data="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=367733&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ff9933"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="best" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="scale" value="showAll" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=367733&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=0&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ff9933" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/367733/l:embed_367733"&gt;Kota Kinabalu... In a nutshell.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user287590/l:embed_367733"&gt;Kimberley William&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/l:embed_367733"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged completely about my KK trip and I don't think I will. So I made a slideshow (using Windows Movie Maker *sad*) using the pictures we all took. I got tired of waiting for the videos that we took using Hazman's video cam to be sent to us. I made this slideshow actually weeks ago. And only just last week on Thursday did I get the videos that were actually supposed to have been sent to us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four months ago&lt;/span&gt;. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/kk-trip-day-1.html"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hazman brought Wani and I to the Heritage Village. Wiena wasn't with us cos she stayed at a hotel the previous night. Went to the village in the morning. The most interesting there was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lamparan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was very very cool. It was a feature in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murut House&lt;/span&gt;, if I'm not mistaken. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamparan&lt;/span&gt; is like an indoor trampoline. The Murut House is like a long house, but in the middle of the common area, there is a trampoline built into the floor. Their trampoline is made out of ratan and bamboo. What the &lt;a href="http://www.sabahtourism.com/culture.php?ID=14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Murut&lt;/span&gt; people&lt;/a&gt; do is that they have a special occasion where the men and ladies of the house jump on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamparan&lt;/span&gt; and try as hard as they can to reach something that they would hang from the rafters of the house - like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pinata&lt;/span&gt;. It's pretty cool cos you can jump really high on that thing. Sweet. I walked out of that house planning my future house around having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lamparan&lt;/span&gt; in it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we planned to have a BBQ. The BBQ which was supposed to have started at 5pm, only started at 10pm. Can you imagine?? Everyone planned to meet up by 5pm by the beach. Hazman, Wani and I decided to drop by a bit late because we won't be the ones bringing anything important. And also since Hazman said it's alright cos we were still at the Heritage Village. BUT. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We ended up being the first people there. We were ready by 6pm!&lt;/span&gt; The other guys all decided to come only at 9pm. And the cooking only started at 10pm. The eating at 11pm. These bunch of guys are really the worst at being on time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four hours late, ok!!&lt;/span&gt; (I don't advise any of you girls to date these guys) By the end of the night, I probably only had two chicken wings because I was starving but it took so long for them to cook the food, plus - it rained on us. Also, they cooked so little on their first batch that we had to wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; for the second batch to be done. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This cast includes: Hazman, Wani, Wiena, Halim, and I. Today we drove up to Kundasang - which is someplace high enough for you to touch the clouds. Dropped by a little restaurant on our way up - we were the only patrons there. The weather was cool. Dropped by a golf course (starting with Wani and her red umbrella). Wow. I can't imagine people driving up there just to play golf. No wait.. Actually, I can. Golf fanatics can be quite crazy. Then we visited the Mersilau Resort (starting with Halim and his camera). It was a really nice place. It was gorgeous. Maybe one of you guys can try going there someday. I like the string of pictures where we were all laughing at something. Maybe Wiena cos she's the only one not laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we ran into some car trouble on the way up where there was smoke coming from the tyres and we had to remain calm and smell the smell of burning rubber for days after. It was scary and I was really worried. We were almost in the middle of nowhere. But we survived - hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dropped by a nursery on our way down to look at flowers. Wow. We sound so old! Looking at flowers?? Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to another touristy place (starting with Hazman and I sitting together). I forgot what that place was but we stopped by there to get a drink. By then, most of us had hands turning white - especially me. But it was only cos I went to use the bathroom and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;washed my hands&lt;/span&gt; - the horror!! Hahaha. They didn't have warm water and the cold water was freezing. Plus, the fact that it was raining on and off didn't help. Isn't Halim so very cute posing like a cute little chinese girl with the peace signs? Bluek! Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also stopped the car by the road on our way back to look at the clouds (starting with Hazman sort of looking at his car door). They were so near it was so cool. One of the most memorable moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiena:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, so nice!! Cannot see anything!! (referring to the clouds all around us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *very sarcastically* Oh, so nice... cannot see anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazman:&lt;/span&gt; Good one, Kim!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Poor Wiena!! I didn't mean to mock her though. That's just how I am. That was like a reflex with me. Later that night, we went to the Colourball the pool parlour we went to one our first night (starting sidewalk with turtles). Very cute turtles, btw. Of course we played pool, just that I didn't include any picture of us doing that tonight. And that last picture of day 3 is of Hazman and Awang - our two lovebirds. Hahahahahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're straight. Just very good friends. They're such good friends that they sit and hug and act all gay in public. Ew. These people are very weird. It's not only these two but it's almost all of them. They all like to act gay with one another. Throughout my entire trip there it was almost like watching some soap opera with all the love triangles that exist between these guys. But it was hilarious anyway. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yay! We finally went island hopping!! We almost didn't make it because of those boys. *rolls eyes* Want to do this and do that but always tak jadi because why? Because they're so bad at planning and they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; late. This was our second last day in KK and we were already leaving tomorrow afternoon so it was great that we managed to go. All thanks to Wani, who forced Awang to bring us! Yay, Wani!! Cast and crew for this segment: Me, Sanjit, Awang, Halim, Wiena, and Wani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The harbour was scary! Even before we parked the car, there were people trying to pull us into going to the islands with them. All of them were competing for our money. But it was really distressing. One guy actually ran after our car to be the first to us. Lucky Hazman was there. Sigh. If not, us three girls.. dunno how la. Anyway, I didn't like that experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to three islands: Sapi Island, Mamutik Island, and Manukan Island. I'm impressed with my own memory. Hahahahaha!! The ride was fun, the wind in your hair, and the sea spray all around you. Hahaha. But the boat was scary. The floor seemed very fragile and soft. Everytime we hit a wave, the floors on our boat would compress upward. OMG. By the time we reached Sapi, my hair was soaking wet and I looked awful. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sapi we went on the trail. Apalah.. who the heck goes to the island and does tracking?? Hahahaha. We didn't expect the trail to be so long but for me it was fun!! I know some people didn't like it though. *cough* Wiena *cough* We saw a huge hermit crab. Call us suckers. We wasted quite some time on the trail. There's a funny picture of both Wani and I camwhoring in the middle of the forest though. Hahaha. At the end of the trail, we were so relieved. There were also these huge ass monitor lizards near the end of the trail. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I alsolutely despise lizards!!!! And these guys were huge... so disgusting. Yuck. I couldn't stand it. The rest of them were all taking videos and pictures of it - I ran away. :(&lt;/span&gt; Poor Awang. He got this huge splinter in his toe. Our resident doctor took care of that (Sanjit). We all went into the sea - yay. Everyone ended up going into the sea. Haha! Dunno why they all said that they didn't want to at first. So I went lah by myself and everyone ended up joining me. Yay me. After that, we left to Mamutik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mamutik (starting at: omigosh it's back) I got pretty sick and had to use the toilet. The toilet was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY GOODNESS FUCKING AWFUL MOST DISGUSTING PLACE I HAVE EVER BEEN TO EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT EVERYWHERE!!&lt;/span&gt; Gross awful to the max. Shit on the floor, on the bowl, on the FUCKING WALLS. The sink. Like, WTF WTF WTF. But I was desperate and had to bear with it. I surprised myself by being able to tahan my vomit!!!!! Anyway, all we did at Mamutik was have lunch. Then we left again. There's nothing much at this island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manukan (starting with the pier) was nice with the sand and all. But I didn't swim much here. I couldn't. All the rocks and coral beneath my feet and everywhere was crazy. It hurt me soooo much I ended up giving up and leaving Wani, Wiena, and Halim to their play and joining Awang and Sanjit in the sand. The nutcases - Awang and Sanjit - were playing race cars in the sand. Pretending to drive cars, turn corners, slamming on the accelerator/brake, and making drifting noises. Strange people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Wiena, Wani, and Halim joined us. So we all played sand together!! And we built a really special sandcastle. Hahahhahaa. So stupid. A lot of people were going by watching us. One malay lady commented, "Wah.. these kids are really having fun ah..." and there was this one guy who picked up two little fruits(?) and handed it to us saying that we should use them as nipples. So we did. Hahaha. It wasn't long after that that we had to leave though. How sad. It felt like such a short time that we spent at the islands. Next time, we'll do better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that night, well.. look under &lt;a href="http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/kimmys-birthday.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 29th June 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww. They were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so sweet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 5 -&lt;/span&gt; We came home the previous night at 3am and slept at 4am. Actually, we've been doing that everynight we've been in KK. Wiena says that I was drunk this night cos I kept talking and laughing to myself. I swear I wasn't!! I was just checking off my list of things to pack. Hahahaha. And laughing at myself for it didn't take long for me to pack. Maybe only 10 minutes. I was amazed at myself at the time. But I guess I might have been a little bit drunk lah. Cos I kept falling over myself. Oh yes, maybe that's why I was laughing too. Hahaha! I kept trying to sit on the floor but kept on falling on my back. Stupid me. Anyway, had the best sleep that night. Lol. Knocked out cold as soon as I was lying vertically on the bed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early that morning again to get ready. I was the only one in the house who kept waking up first. And really early. Leaving me with nothing to do sometimes. Funny right? We all slept only at 4am but I always got up at 7-8am. Nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing that happened on this trip was that the night before we were gonna fly to KK, Wani called me to tell me to pack band-aids because she had run out. I've never packed band-aids or a first aid kit with me when I travel (bad Kimmy!). I didn't expect that we would actually be using them but I packed them anyway. What's funny was that every single day that we were in KK, at least one new person got a cut or something that required my band-aids. Hahaha. So funny, ok! Yes, people getting hurt is hilarious. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2110733819539254345?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2110733819539254345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2110733819539254345&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2110733819539254345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2110733819539254345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/kota-kinabalu-trip-slideshow.html' title='kota kinabalu trip slideshow'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4183963038671162042</id><published>2007-10-12T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:38:08.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><title type='text'>why in the world are there only the terms boyfriends and girlfriends and nothing else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Soon I shall no longer be your boyfriend. I will be your... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manfriend!!&lt;/span&gt;" said Mark referring to the hairs growing on his arms, "and then later.. I will be your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oldmanfriend!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But there's no such thing as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manfriend, &lt;/span&gt;or an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oldmanfriend&lt;/span&gt;, or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;womanfriend&lt;/span&gt;.." I said in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh but why?" asked Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well.. because...." I started before I got cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You blog about it! Then I'll read it and get back to you", said Mark hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"................................. WHY ARE YOU SO LAZY THAT YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO MAKE CONVERSATION WITH ME ANYMORE, IS IT?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why in the world are there only the terms &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriends&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoroughly and exhaustively researched by Kimberley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serious question was posed to me last night. Why, regardless of age, are the terms &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriends&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girlfriends&lt;/span&gt; used. This is a good question indeed. Why. Why aren't there instead terms such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manfriends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;womanfriends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oldmanfriends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oldnagfriends&lt;/span&gt;, and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is this: When these couples are around each other, they are magically reverted back to their teenage days where they might tend to ignore all others in the room, abuse petname calling, act on unthoughtful acts of PDA, and generally being too overly lovey dovey with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there can be no such thing as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manfriend&lt;/span&gt;, etc. as the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;man&lt;/u&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; suggests that the individual to be mature about his relationship. Whenever a man turns out to be more mature about his relationship with his partner, he is no longer at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; stage. At that stage, he is called a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;husband/wife&lt;/span&gt; stage, they can still revert back to their teens/lovey dovey days by going out behind their partner's backs and getting a boyfriend/girlfriend - as long as they're not married to that person they will forever be lovey dovey in that relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all stops once they're married. Therefore, proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(200 words)&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/378722760627039481-4183963038671162042?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4183963038671162042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4183963038671162042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4183963038671162042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4183963038671162042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-in-world-are-there-only-terms.html' title='why in the world are there only the terms boyfriends and girlfriends and nothing else'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7794210662577420066</id><published>2007-10-11T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:45:08.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet gems'/><title type='text'>so me {polyvore}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=248263"&gt;&lt;img width="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFm1EVFM0cXAzM0JHcmxJNGxucTYzMXcCAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="So Me" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I named this set So Me. I don't know how to wear heels therefore my tragedy of always wearing shoes with dresses or skirts. I love grungy bracelets - me being boyish. And the flower ring - me being girly. Not into carrying huge bags hence the little shiny black clutch. Actually I might change that to a red or mustard yellow handbag for some colour shock. Haha. &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com"&gt;Come play with me.&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7794210662577420066?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7794210662577420066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7794210662577420066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7794210662577420066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7794210662577420066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-me-polyvore.html' title='so me {polyvore}'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7336424422898673876</id><published>2007-10-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:04:01.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><title type='text'>because today is special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2099/1525429218_06015592b4_o.jpg" alt="heart icon" height="43" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="W470c61ba78b9384a" quality="high" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/470c61ba78b9384a" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="opaque" height="250" width="432"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46928cc51133af17/470c61ba78b9384a"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value=""&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2099/1525429218_06015592b4_o.jpg" alt="heart icon" height="43" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7336424422898673876?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7336424422898673876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7336424422898673876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7336424422898673876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7336424422898673876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-today-is-special.html' title='because today is special'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5492171826408999140</id><published>2007-10-09T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:30:28.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>i've lost it, i'm giving up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey everyone, I seriously have to say that I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very much despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; my blog and have been thinking of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jumping ship&lt;/span&gt;. Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;moving house.&lt;/span&gt; Or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;something!&lt;/span&gt; I don't know. I &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the layout. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Almost with a passion.&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;u&gt;throughly&lt;/u&gt; sick&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; tired of it. I hate the banner. I hate how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cluttered&lt;/span&gt; everything is. I hate my more recent posts. And well, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;EV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;YT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;NG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; It's giving me a headache. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Also a heartache.&lt;/span&gt; I just want to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scream!!&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/378722760627039481-5492171826408999140?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5492171826408999140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5492171826408999140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5492171826408999140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5492171826408999140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-lost-it-im-giving-up.html' title='i&apos;ve lost it, i&apos;m giving up'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-6060821016665833465</id><published>2007-10-08T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T15:37:13.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>i can't help laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just can't help myself. Regardless of whether I'm alone or with someone else, as long as these couple of music videos come on, I laugh. Laugh laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know (The Ping Pong Song)&lt;br /&gt;2. Shayne Ward - If That's OK With You&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to some people who look like them in the videos. It's like, so funny! It's not either Enrique or Shayne in the video anymore, it's the lookalikes instead. And it's them singing or dancing or acting all emotional and it cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-6060821016665833465?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6060821016665833465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=6060821016665833465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6060821016665833465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6060821016665833465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-help-laughing.html' title='i can&apos;t help laughing'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8846249262397976511</id><published>2007-10-05T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T13:18:30.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>seriously funny beer ad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just went through some of the videos I have favourite'd on YouTube and then there was this one which I added over a year ago which still makes me laugh. I'm laughing like a maniac by myself at home. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; gonna get tired of this video. And since it's a Friday today, it's a good time as any to share this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QA3-wT2k4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t-QA3-wT2k4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TGIF! To every little good thing in life - Cheers!! Enjoy your weekend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8846249262397976511?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8846249262397976511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8846249262397976511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8846249262397976511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8846249262397976511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/seriously-funny-beer-ad.html' title='seriously funny beer ad'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3416776970187294075</id><published>2007-10-02T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:30:56.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>witnessed my first dramatic car crash - yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You may or may not have noticed, I have added Twitter to my blog! I'm making life easier for stalkers. Hahahaha. But I got so frustrated just now trying to set the damned thing up. Very frustrating. It got me worried wondering why my messages were not showing up. Turns out, that you have to be signed out of Twitter to see your messages on other sites. Huh??? I know. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I give up. I'll try fixing it again another day. I'll just leave it the way it is currently. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night, I went out with Mark and Laurence for a drink. Was kind of lazy actually, and Laurence was kind of lazy too, but Mark wanted to meet up to discuss what we should do over raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, were we treated to a show or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. We decided to go to Miri Cafe for our drinks. We were almost done with our first drink when we heard some screeching noise coming from the roads. I was facing into the restaurant, so I turned my head around to take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only expected to see some bastard driver being stupid again by speeding so much that he had to brake hard for the red lights. But hurrah, showtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this white Kancil starting to spin out of control, that's when I turned my body so that I won't have to strain my neck looking behind me. At first it was alright, I really thought the driver could probably recover and stop his car, but that did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kancil spun three times, and then it's front right wheel caught the divider between the roads, flipped twice (that's when I went, "OMG." and covered my mouth. Yes, I'm such a cliché), landed the right way up, kept on rolling, hit an oncoming Wira (not head on though. The front right corner of the Kancil hit the front right corner of the Wira), spun out of control (again!!), and finally stopped when it's back left wheel got wedged onto a divider which was the only thing that stopped it from falling into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was amazing was that the police showed up a minute after the accident happened! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course as with any other time a car accident happens in Malaysia, whether big or small, time is manipulated, time slows down! Cars on the roads which were before traveling at 80km/h suddenly slows to 40km/h. You know Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two guys (one Chinese and one angmo - how relevant is this?) that were sitting and drinking at a nearby table finished their drinks and walked over to the newly made crash site. Several waiters and waitresses also left to check the accident out. Found out later from the waitresses (by listening to their conversations) that there were three people in the Kancil but no one died. And that they're all fine despite the drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark left Laurence and I to check the scene out too after awhile. He returned not long after that saying that the cars were fine too. The cars were not crushed in so badly and were surprisingly still okay looking despite what they've been through. And that's strange if you consider how fragile, thin, and light the Kancil is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think the accident was caused by the Kancil driver him/herself when s/he was speeding, swerving in and out of traffic trying to overtake everyone on the road. So... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as I was driving to campus. I saw a Kancil halfway into a drain with these two ladies sitting on the ground beside it. I'm guessing waiting for a tow truck to come by and help them out. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how they ended up driving their car into the drain so I won't laugh at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all these funny Kancils and their funny reckless drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I really pity the innocent Wira driver though.&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/378722760627039481-3416776970187294075?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3416776970187294075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3416776970187294075&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3416776970187294075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3416776970187294075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-kancils-and-their-drivers.html' title='witnessed my first dramatic car crash - yay'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8826153444991660423</id><published>2007-10-01T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:10:59.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>yo ho ho and a bottle of rum</title><content type='html'>Ahoy me beauties! Arrrr... to have missed International Talk Like A Pirate Day (September 19) makes me heart heavy with sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8826153444991660423?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8826153444991660423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8826153444991660423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8826153444991660423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8826153444991660423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/10/yo-ho-ho-and-bottle-of-rum.html' title='yo ho ho and a bottle of rum'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2323011099993355258</id><published>2007-09-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T00:08:38.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><title type='text'>something he'll never do sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mark just called me up sounding drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me I was very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talked in an Irish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. So silly. I'm sorry. I love you, baby.&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/378722760627039481-2323011099993355258?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2323011099993355258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2323011099993355258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2323011099993355258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2323011099993355258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-hell-never-do-sober.html' title='something he&apos;ll never do sober'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-6079525622079498112</id><published>2007-09-29T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T23:10:41.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>riding a human gyroscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I went up to Brunei to visit Mark since he wasn't going to come back down that weekend. He wasn't able to come down because he was busy moving. So I helped him out with moving a bit. Only a bit because most of the stuff were done already. Oh, and that day was a really hot day too! So we were lucky to be able to get away from all the moving chaos early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark had promised me before that if I ever came down to Brunei, he would bring me to OGDC which is the Oil and Gas Discovery Center in Brunei. All because after coming out of the Singapore's Science Center, he claimed that the OGDC in Brunei was way better than the Science Center in Singapore. Which I had no problem believing because [&lt;a href="http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/02/tiny-bit-of-singapore.html"&gt;explanation here&lt;/a&gt;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! While I was there, I got to feed the fishes which was hilarious cos they were all fighting over the food we threw into the water. I have a feeling that they have been starving for days because it's the puasa season so not a lot of people have been visiting the OGDC - so the fishes have also been fasting. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1457009513/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/1457009513_fb6b9c15c3_o.jpg" alt="mirrors" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What girl can resist mirrors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to ride the human gyroscope which they have at the OGDC. Sweet. I wish the ride had been more intense though. I have a feeling that the guys who were operating the gyroscope went easy on me. Cos I saw several videos on YouTube where the riders seemed to get a more intense ride. So unfair!!!! Well, check this out and forgive the Medusa hairstyle the gyroscope gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFjN6pOPRK8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WFjN6pOPRK8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun, nonetheless. Although I probably shouldn't have gone on the ride. Hahaha!! Cos I read the warnings which usually has the normal warnings such as the ride is a no go for pregnant ladies, those with heart problems, etc etc, and one of them was also for those who have ear problems - which of course, struck at chord with me. The sign also said, "if in doubt, don't do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so silly and kiasu that I wanted to go on the ride anyway. Hahaha! And nothing totally bad happened so oh yeah! *pumps fist in air* They also had an earthquake stimulator which is this tiny house with four buttons inside. Small, medium, large, and stop. You get to go inside the house, select which size earthquake you would like, and the house will start shaking. It was interesting. But not so fun after the gyroscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I had taken a video of the earthquake stimulator. Hehehe. It's going to be an unedited 20 second video though. I'm sure you're curious enough to forgive me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QRGaG9fmA34"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QRGaG9fmA34" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a tornado stimulator, which was this glass enclosure which you were allowed to enter and at a flip of the switch, a tornado would form around you and you are also invited to stand in the middle of the tornado if you like. It was too bad that it didn't work. Greg and I were standing for minutes in that glass casing looking like right fools waiting for something to happen. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1458833870/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/1458833870_9289c46f29_o.jpg" alt="we could be on candid camera" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check your Brunei TV channels to be sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were supposed to have closed by 3pm but they let us play around for an extra 15 minutes because we came so late. Hahaha! We didn't know that they would close early because it's the puasa season. Otherwise, they would close only at 5pm. So outside, we fed the fishes again and then we spotted something in their park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1457888466/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1221/1457888466_7f74030fa7_o.jpg" alt="why is my king black" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering why my Queen was black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't play. It was way too hot out to stay very long. You know what's so hilarious? They actually cut off the crosses that you will find on top of the Kings! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I rarely update on the weekends. So you guys are so lucky, eh?? So what if it's because Mark didn't come back this weekend either. Blah blah bloody blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-6079525622079498112?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6079525622079498112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=6079525622079498112&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6079525622079498112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6079525622079498112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/riding-human-gyroscope.html' title='riding a human gyroscope'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7739647350077100988</id><published>2007-09-29T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:27:52.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>iconic kiasu behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After seeing &lt;a href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wani&lt;/a&gt;'s oh so many nice drawings (talented she definitely is) using paint for her blog, I was tempted to try also. But I'm not very good at it. Then &lt;a href="http://alemgemok.blogspot.com/"&gt;Halim&lt;/a&gt; started drawing too. So geramlah. How come he can do and I can't? Anything he can do I can do better mar. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding, &lt;a href="http://alemgemok.blogspot.com/"&gt;Halim&lt;/a&gt;! I will forever fail at peeing standing up, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Was done using paint! Finally settled on this one after soooo many attempts at getting a close to decent picture. Hahaha. But &lt;a href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wani&lt;/a&gt; will forever be queen of drawing cartoons of hilarious daily situations using paint. *bows to Wani*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to check her blog out. She just posted some new drawings! Hilarious, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1456948277/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1456948277_e2a1412a1b.jpg" alt="something decent" height="231" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Example of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I don't see myself drawing on paint again anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7739647350077100988?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7739647350077100988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7739647350077100988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7739647350077100988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7739647350077100988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/malu-wei.html' title='iconic kiasu behavior'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1254/1456948277_e2a1412a1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1449022869412961184</id><published>2007-09-28T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:37:44.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>want to see 24 minutes of your life waste away right in front of you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I meant to blog about this video ages ago but hey. A word of caution though - it's 24 minutes long. But it's damn hilarious. Someone decided to come up with the most impossible level for Super Mario Bros. Someone else played it and made a video. And someone else took the video and decided to do something funny with it. Ah, enjoy. Oh, there are some vulgar words being said so if the people around you aren't too comfortable with hearing naughty words, stuff their ears with marshmallow or just don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6204903272262158881&amp;amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1449022869412961184?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1449022869412961184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1449022869412961184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1449022869412961184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1449022869412961184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/want-to-see-24-minutes-of-your-life.html' title='want to see 24 minutes of your life waste away right in front of you?'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7315710510640729427</id><published>2007-09-28T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T18:08:23.109+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>the little bird incident</title><content type='html'>Omigosh! I just saw the most curious sight! The most awesome winds are blowing outside. It's so strong that when I looked out my window, I saw a bird &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hovering&lt;/span&gt; just outside my window! It's so funny!! You know that birds aren't able to hover, right? Well, this bird was trying to fly against the wind but it was so strong that it looked like it was hovering instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the poor thing! The wind only got stronger and it was blown backwards. Hahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Winds like these actually scare me a little cos they seem so violent. But the little bird incident was too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7315710510640729427?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7315710510640729427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7315710510640729427&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7315710510640729427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7315710510640729427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-bird-incident.html' title='the little bird incident'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5666605965165393619</id><published>2007-09-28T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:31:08.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>you and i were made to get love right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rvvwb8JhogI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gnA6m8Z3aUw/s1600-h/melee_devils_and_angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rvvwb8JhogI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gnA6m8Z3aUw/s200/melee_devils_and_angels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114946164602544642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Melee - Built to Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Melee&lt;br /&gt;Title: Built to Last&lt;br /&gt;Album: Devils and Angels&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; with this song. It just feels very real. And I love when that perfect line is sung - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause this is real, and this is good, it warms the insides just like it should&lt;/span&gt;. And I absolutely love his voice. I know it's nothing out of the ordinary but the projection of his voice is perfect and it sounds as though he can sing anything. It's just another song that I feel very much succeeds in capturing that oh so special feeling. As much as I would like to wait, and use this song in a video compilation of all the lovey dovey pictures and videos that Mark and I might have together for our coming two year anniversary, I'm afraid I can't since I'm in possession of no such things. Also because I can't wait to share. But in any case, enjoy the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've looked for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you&lt;br /&gt;someone whose smile&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel i've been holding back&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of our friends&lt;br /&gt;saw from the start&lt;br /&gt;so why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;now look, where we are&lt;br /&gt;you're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;and there's no escaping it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on the hills at night&lt;br /&gt;with those fireworks and candlelight&lt;br /&gt;you and i were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you are the sun in my universe&lt;br /&gt;consider the best when we felt the worst&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;most of all. most of all&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JIrpLtqAJc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JIrpLtqAJc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOaemLg_7oQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eOaemLg_7oQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS. The first video is the one we usually see being played on TV here. But I very much prefer the second video which was actually made first. I love it because it's very homemade and homemade things are always full of love. Aren't they adorable though? I've always had a thing for geeks.&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/378722760627039481-5666605965165393619?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5666605965165393619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5666605965165393619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5666605965165393619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5666605965165393619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-and-i-were-made-to-get-love-right.html' title='you and i were made to get love right'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rvvwb8JhogI/AAAAAAAAAQA/gnA6m8Z3aUw/s72-c/melee_devils_and_angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-625754852170523466</id><published>2007-09-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:26:14.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>so called jet setter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mark asked me like, 2 days ago whether I want to go to Penang over the Raya holidays. MMMM! I've never been to Penang before. I thought cool, I would love to go explore and see what's so great about the food there. LOL! No one ever talks about anything else but the food when Penang is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now they're changing their plans and going over to KK instead cos all the hotels in Penang and Langkawi are booked full. Aww. But regardless, I would love to go as well! Maybe this time, explore the islands properly and go parasailing!! Was supposed to go last time I was there but some *ahem* people *ahem*. You get my drift. Plus, tickets over aren't so expensive. RM180 with return. Via MAS. Hehehehe. I checked AirAsia and it's more expensive to fly via AirAsia at this point, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed that my parents would let me go. Then can stay at hotel too! They're planning to stay at Sutera Habour! It's been ages since I've stayed at a hotel. I don't want to count in the hotel that I stayed at in Singapore cos it kinda sucked. I would've called it an inn, not a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum dee dum. Oh, and I would like to play tour guide and bring them around KK. Hahaha! It feels like I can do that now after my last trip to KK. *blush* Now I'm just reminded how I only blogged about one day in KK. Aww. Shucks. Maybe I'll attempt a little compressed post about my trip. Later. Hmm.. reminds me about the Singapore trip too. And I haven't even gotten to the best parts of either one of those trips too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;x&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also praying to God that my ears will be able to survive the flights.. Sigh. I don't want to go deaf. Hmm.. yeah, I didn't mention that while I was in Singapore I caught a pretty bad case of the flu. My ears got blocked from me blowing my nose. That's never happened when I've caught the flu before. Anyway, the morning I was supposed to fly back to Miri, my aunt was saying something to me which I couldn't catch. So I said, "What? Can you say that again? I can't hear properly cos my ears are blocked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which she replied, "Oh. Then your ears are going to hurt a lot of the plane later. You better be careful and take care not to turn deaf!" That was scary to hear okay. I was worried but once I got to the airport, I forgot about it cos all I thought about was me getting home again. Yes, it hurt badly, especially on the descent. And we had to descend twice because we transited in Kuching. Singapore - Kuching - Miri. Kuching - Miri was the worst though. I felt like blowing my brains out with a shotgun by that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can practically feel the veins in my head expanding and threatening to explode. Imagine that! I swore I believed very much at that moment that I was going to die. It hurt THAT much. I was close to tears on the plane and I couldn't even keep still from all the pain. I was rocking myself back and forth trying to relieve the pain but it didn't go away. I looked like a right nut then. But I survived otherwise I can't be here today. I think that's the way to survive life threatening situations. Embarrass yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was in a bad mood after that. And had an awful headache that lasted days. Searing pain that attacked the left back side of my head. Then I also started having toothaches. Went to see a doctor. He said I was lucky. I will explain it to you the same way he explained it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.toyourhealth.org.uk/content/image/ear_drum.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what a normal ear looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1447767527/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1090/1447767527_3d41ecde3b_o.jpg" alt="ear_drum" height="200" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what's wrong with my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda gross to think of it that way, isn't it? But yes, apparently that tube is all stuffed up with mucus that it's practically pressing up against my ear drums causing it to curve outwards instead of it naturally curving inwards. According to my doctor, I'm very lucky that my ear drums did not burst during the flight from all the pressure. When he mentioned that I could've lost my hearing and especially when he said the word, deaf, it took a lot in me not to cry although the tears very much threatened to roll out of my eyes and onto my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been deaf. Maybe not completely, but enough to take away my joy in music. Audiophile.. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see a dentist (just in case. I already suspected it had something to do with my flu) about my toothache. He asked if I had the flu recently to which I answered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;. He explained that it's cos of sinus and that it could induce pain in your jaws making it seem like a toothache. No, I didn't have to pay to see my dentist. Free consultation what. I think Malaysia's trying to encourage it's citizens to go see a dentist. See this poster that I saw outside where I was stuck waiting for my dentist and his assistants to come back from lunch hour. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RvvT3cJhofI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6rUcKbnFLBs/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RvvT3cJhofI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6rUcKbnFLBs/s400/Image125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114914751211741682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dental poster. Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound fine about it now cos that was a few weeks ago and I had time to calm down. But I was advised by my doctor to make an appointment with an ENT doctor. Which I have this coming Sunday. I seriously doubt that he would say that it's okay for me to fly anytime soon. Cos my other doctor said that for me to recover and get better would take a few months. Up to 6 months even. And I don't want to risk losing my hearing, do I? Sigh.&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/378722760627039481-625754852170523466?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/625754852170523466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=625754852170523466&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/625754852170523466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/625754852170523466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-called-jet-setter.html' title='so called jet setter'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RvvT3cJhofI/AAAAAAAAAP4/6rUcKbnFLBs/s72-c/Image125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2058350142144441373</id><published>2007-09-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:41:15.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>cuss like a sailor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sux. I made videos and YouTube is taking it's time processing them. Memang like this wan ka?? How come it takes agessssss for YouTube to process my videos. Usually days!! Is it like this? I don't remember it taking this long before. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the last two, no three videos I posted took days before it showed up. Very sad. Means I have to blog late. Grr. Not like anyone reads my blog but you know, blah blah blah. I just want to show no one something. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Today it rained. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, just now I almost got hit by some fucker's car. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERAM!!&lt;/span&gt; I show you how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1448448206/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1314/1448448206_47f060c99e_o.jpg" alt="idiot" height="234" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila babi betul. And he was like, 1 or 2 inches away from my car! And he had the atrocity to beep me! When he was clearly in the wrong! Excuse me, okay. I'm minding my own business and going into the correct lane. This fucker here was trying to come into MY lane. You think got two lanes there for what?! Only later then okaylah, you cut in and merge into one lane! Fucker. You don't bloody try to enter in the wrong lane. There are two lanes there for a reason! For those who turn right from the middle lane lah, duh. Like that bitch idiot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish these kinda people death, okay. But I didn't wish it on him. Usually I would but since he had his own kids with him in the car, I didn't want him to die yet. Just in case his car crashes with his kids still in there and I don't wish upon them any harm. Especially cos I assume that they're still innocent. Ha ha. Stupid stupid. This middle aged guy? I would've been more lenient if it had been a senile old man. But sheesh. Still young (middle aged) and already driving like some senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry! Just me bitching again. Enough lah. These kind of people should drive off a cliff. Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2058350142144441373?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2058350142144441373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2058350142144441373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2058350142144441373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2058350142144441373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/cuss-like-sailor.html' title='cuss like a sailor'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8243961519677844523</id><published>2007-09-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T14:47:53.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><title type='text'>rules were made for a reason, rules are meant to be broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am evil.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh when people die.&lt;br /&gt;But only at stupid people who die in stupid ways.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am so evil.&lt;br /&gt;I say, "Serves him right!" at a mother who loses her child for being so irresponsible for letting her child use a motorbike when he's still under aged. Just because she's too lazy to drive him around.&lt;br /&gt;I laugh at a family who loses a dad who choses to use a "shortcut" instead of the proper way around just because he drives a motorbike which means he can go off road. Just because it's only close by. Just because he's been using that illegal shortcut in years and nothing's happened.&lt;br /&gt;Rules were made for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;Rules are meant to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Rules were made for a reason.&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/378722760627039481-8243961519677844523?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8243961519677844523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8243961519677844523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8243961519677844523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8243961519677844523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/rules-were-made-for-reason-rules-are.html' title='rules were made for a reason, rules are meant to be broken'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-694490242572660106</id><published>2007-09-26T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:55:07.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>being poisoned makes me sad</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm having a hangover. Been passing in and out of sleep. Now I'm "awake". For the first time ever I feel like I need coffee to wake me up. Mweh. But I don't even take coffee. Sigh. *drops dead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-694490242572660106?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/694490242572660106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=694490242572660106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/694490242572660106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/694490242572660106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-poisoned-makes-me-sad.html' title='being poisoned makes me sad'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3343926199460443152</id><published>2007-09-21T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:24:44.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>excerpts from old movies</title><content type='html'>I shrug. Lately, it doesn't feel like life has been kind to me, which pushes me into wistfully wishing that time could be turned. Either backwards or forwards, it does not matter. Although it is preferable that it went backwards because it means I get to correct my many wrongs. I won't bother dating, for one. Heh. Okay, I just won't bother dating jerks. I will learn to be more independent, I will learn to socialize. My social skills are the bleh and I will try my best not to grow up a fashion victim. Anyway, this bout of so-called depression caused me to long for what is now history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring back fond memories of days past, scenes from old movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Curly Top (1935)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot summary:&lt;/span&gt; Wealthy Edward Morgan becomes charmed with a curly-haired orphan and her pretty older sister Mary and arranges to adopt both under the alias of "Mr. Jones." As he spends more time with them, he soon finds himself falling in love with Mary. [Source: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0026252/"&gt;IMDB.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking for this movie for a long time now actually, cos I wanted to watch it again. So I ask people if they've watched this movie before and if they've downloaded it. No one has, btw. The last time I watched this was when we were still using VHS tapes. Nowadays, people rarely even still have the players to support them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the orphanage scene where orphan Elizabeth Blair, played by Shirley Temple, entertains the rest of the orphans and sings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Crackers in my Soup&lt;/span&gt; in the eating hall while her sister, Mary Blair, played by Rochelle Hudson, accompanies her on the piano:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-dATcjRrkg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-dATcjRrkg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene is when Edward Morgan, played by John Boles, sings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curly Top&lt;/span&gt; to little Elizabeth Blair. I loved Shirley Temple. She had done so many movies that by the age of 10, she has already starred in over 40 movies and no wonder. She was so talented. She was 7 years old in this movie. Watch her tap dance - one of her talents that were a feature in many of her movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TQe1gJ5Xus"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1TQe1gJ5Xus" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Lady and the Tramp (1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot summary:&lt;/span&gt; Lady, a golden cocker spaniel, meets up with a mongrel dog who calls himself the Tramp. He is obviously from the wrong side of town, but happenings at Lady's home make her decide to travel with him for a while. This turns out to be a bad move, as no dog is above the law. [Source: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0048280/"&gt;IMDB.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a behind the scenes look at how the song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's a Tramp&lt;/span&gt;, was made for the film. Peggy Lee, a famous and talented American jazz singer, sang the song. Very interesting video. Nowadays, songs are recorded part by part and is then melded together in the end so that certain parts could be edited if not right. Back then, they recorded it all in one shot. Mark, you will love this clip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrkBb2RHqtQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JrkBb2RHqtQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Sound of Music (1965)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot summary: &lt;/span&gt;Who doesn't know the Sound of Music? Of course starring the legendary Julie Andrews. I doubt you need this plot summary. If you still do, there's always &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;. Could someone get me a DVD of the Sound of Music, or let me know where I can get one around here? I've been having a hard time locating one for myself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to show this scene because it's so full of naivety which is something I do miss about myself. Ah, how easily does the world change a person into a cynic. In this scene, Liesl, played by gorgeous Charmain Charr, sneaks out of the house to meet up with a messenger boy (sorry, I forgot his name). Btw, she's not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16 going on 17&lt;/span&gt; (as per song title) in the movie, she was 21:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Il0sFg63kJI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Il0sFg63kJI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puppet scene where the Von Trapp children sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lonely Goatherd&lt;/span&gt; (which I also personally believe Gwen Stefani totally buthered) while entertaining their father, Captain Georg Von Trapp played by Christopher Plummer, and his lady friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7FV2A4AMYE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7FV2A4AMYE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene is at the Von Trapp party where the children sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Long, Farewell&lt;/span&gt; to the guests their goodbyes which might also be my favorite song from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAyN3Xu32Lo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TAyN3Xu32Lo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Little Voice (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot summary:&lt;/span&gt; The pathetically shy LV (Jane Horrocks) lives the life of a recluse listening to her late fathers old records in her room and in the process driving her abusive, loud-mouthed mother, Mari Hoff (Brenda Blethyn), to distraction. At night, however, when her father's ghost visits, LV sings the songs of the great divas such as Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe and Shirley Bassey. One evening LV is overheard by one of her mother's loathsome boyfriends, the disastrous dead-end talent scout Ray Say (Michael Caine), who recognises her innate talent and realises this is his last big chance for the glittering prizes. Gambling everything Ray Say forces LV to appear at a local run-down, seedy night club run by Mr. Boo (Jim Broadbent). As preparations for the big event proceed apace LV meets the equally shy Billy (Ewan McGregor), a pigeon-racing telephone engineer and they form a tentative, gentle friendship. The big night finally arrives and everything is in readiness the band, the club and even a big agent from London, but what about LV? [Source: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0147004/"&gt;IMBD.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scene where LV performs at the nightclub, totally winning the crowd over with her singing talent. Yes, Jane Horrocks sang all her own songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1N14aBqHplc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1N14aBqHplc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the scene where LV refuses to perform any longer on account of being shy, she only promised to perform once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhaSJA7Qmyg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhaSJA7Qmyg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Totally unrelated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Horrocks, the actress and vocal impersonator, who played LV, being horrendously (in a good way) funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lfv7hjEErgU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lfv7hjEErgU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, song and dance are some of the things that all these movies featured, as I'm sure you've noticed. I love music and I know that you know that I know that music is one of life's greatest pleasures. Oh well, I'm sure you all think I'm like, so old now. Especially since I manage to quote movies from so many years ago and especially since they were released when I wasn't even born yet. Hahahaha! I miss movies like these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-3343926199460443152?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3343926199460443152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3343926199460443152&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3343926199460443152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3343926199460443152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/excerpts-from-old-movies.html' title='excerpts from old movies'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4329651413409970870</id><published>2007-09-17T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:55:30.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>i want i want i want whine whine whine</title><content type='html'>Okay. That's it. I just spent the afternoon going through pictures on Flickr and DeviantART and like, I want a dSLR camera too. Like, really. I wanted a nice little slim camera, like a T-100 or something although I know the quality of the picture would suck but I convinced myself that there's no way that I am so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tebal muka&lt;/span&gt; to actually lug around a huge dSLR camera but now, going through all those pictures, I feel like my own camera is so inefficient. I want to be able to produce such amazing quality pictures too! Although, okay, it's not me who's producing them.. more like, the camera is. But that's beside the point. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAR!&lt;/span&gt; Get me a good one, kay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4329651413409970870?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4329651413409970870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4329651413409970870&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4329651413409970870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4329651413409970870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-want-i-want-i-want-whine-whine-whine.html' title='i want i want i want whine whine whine'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5145603986058200091</id><published>2007-09-14T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:12:16.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>as she bangs her head on the wall</title><content type='html'>Right now, at this very minute, at this very moment in time, my right upper and lower jaw is giving me hell. How's that for real time blogging for you?? Thank you, mother of all flus. This hurts so bad. Bad bad bad bad bad. I might resort to looking for a twig in my garden later just to have something to chew on. I'm apparently too cheap to buy chewing gum. Urgh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5145603986058200091?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5145603986058200091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5145603986058200091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5145603986058200091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5145603986058200091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-she-bangs-her-head-on-wall.html' title='as she bangs her head on the wall'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8139067883934118720</id><published>2007-09-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:02:47.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>mark, there's a disclaimer in this post, ok?</title><content type='html'>I've been up watching Judge Judy episodes on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. Teehee. I have no idea either how I ended up watching it. And I know Judge Judy's been around a long long time (11 years now) so it wasn't like I just found out about her. So, I hope you haven't seen these yet and well.. that you enjoy her show as much as I do. Oh, I do so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; horribly mean intelligent people &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(disclaimer: except Mark)&lt;/span&gt;. Others being the host of The Weakest Link, Anne Robinson, as well as Dr House, albeit fictional. Oh, and Simon Cowell too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This one was a pretty crazy case. And also the longest episode I've seen thus far. Usually one case would run a total of 9 or 10 minutes but this one broke the record and went on twice as long that it comes in 2 parts. Haha.&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VTA-sBW_RA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder who this guy is though. He seems to have spawned a lot of kids and have a lot of girls for him to spare. And if he did have the pick of the bunch, why did he ever go with this looney one? Or did he? Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXa-mYsU1rY"&gt;This case&lt;/a&gt; was just so sad. I feel bad for the ladies. One to have spawned a child with such a loser. The younger girl though.. I feel bad that she wasted all that money on such a guy and that she wasted her younger years believing she loved him. Yucks. Loser. Watch it. He sounds like such a loser to depend on a 18 year old when he's 10 years older than her to bail him out of jail, to pay back his debts, to get back his impounded car. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtNL1krS-1Q"&gt;This one&lt;/a&gt; was a bit strange. The defendant is a bit in over his head thinking that he's famous and that uh... throwing up on another person is fine. Watch it and all will reveal itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This case here I think should be one of the more famous cases she has handled which involves an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJDK6ctRjqw"&gt;eBay scammer&lt;/a&gt; who believes she is not in the wrong when she sold pictures of a couple of mobile phones to buyers who unknowingly thought that they were bidding for actual mobile phones. I like how Judge Judy in this one went all ballistic and yelled at the girl for being a theif and stupid. I especially like the part where she said that she felt sorry for the children produced by this scammer and the thieving husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That's all for today, darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8139067883934118720?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8139067883934118720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8139067883934118720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8139067883934118720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8139067883934118720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/will-my-silent-readers-enjoy-this-post.html' title='mark, there&apos;s a disclaimer in this post, ok?'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-162614274572163522</id><published>2007-09-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:40:23.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i found magic shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 2nd September 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'was Sunday so we all went to St. Bernadette's for Sunday mass. The Father has a funny way of speaking. Almost like Father Vincent, except with a Singaporean accent. And he still speaks faster than Father Vincent. Hehehe. Usually after mass, we would all walk across the street to Great World City mall for lunch and that's what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lunch at Crystal Jade Restaurant. It was damn full and we had to wait awhile before we could be seated. And then, we ordered so much food! Dim sum, peking duck, noodles, rice.. we were all full and still had a whole huge plate of untouched peking duck meat. So we took that away for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Great World has like, themed toilets on every floor. The one we went into had a Japanese theme and I think if you went one floor down there was an Egyptian themed toilet. Luckily I wasn't arrested for taking pictures in a public restroom. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1359122810/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1359122810_4195ca8951_o.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="themed toilet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1358230401/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1381/1358230401_3c2b7b02b5_o.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="japanese themed toilet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the cinema and bought movie tickets for my grandma, my sis and I. My grandma went to watch 881 first. My sister and I were going to watch Ratatouille but our movie was only at 3 so we went around the mall shopping. Whee. Bought myself a pair of flats from Dorothy Perkins. Usually these kind of shoes don't fit my feet but this one does! So I bought them. They are my magic shoes. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1358278895/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1064/1358278895_731cd5011a_o.jpg" width="338" height="327" alt="dorothy perkins" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're really soft and comfy too. My feet drifts off to sleep in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, it was 3pm so Andy and I made our way up to the cinema. My mom and aunt sat in McCafe the whole entire time we were in the theater. Although I bought the tickets three hours before the movie was to start, most of the seats were already sold out. Also, since they did not provide me with a seating plan of the cinema, I was not sure how much in front our seats were. The girl said that Row C was the only row left that was furthest from the screen that were available. So I just said okay. How was I to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we went into the cinema, Andy and I found out that our seats were only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three rows from the screen.&lt;/span&gt; Erks. Everything was super big and I was lucky I did not end up getting a stiff neck by the end of the movie. Got a little bit dizzy though cos everything was so huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Miri, our cinema is so sad in comparison. The cinema was huge, ok! There were so many rows of seats and the whole place was sold out. Poor people in the first row. I hope they managed to enjoy the movie despite having to look straight up just to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their seats were soft and comfortable.. the armrests were large enough to share and there were appropriate places to place our drinks. Miri's cinema seats are falling apart, the cushions have gone down from all the bottoms that have passed through, the seats are shaky from awful people who couldn't sit properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! And you know what?! NOBODY'S LOUSY HANDPHONE'S RINGTONE WENT OFF!!! And no one answered their handphone and talked loudly despite other people trying to enjoy the movie. Sigh. Mirians are so rude and inconsiderate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1358231373/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1436/1358231373_f419beb20b_o.jpg" width="480" height="443" alt="ratatouille2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was really fun and I enjoyed it! Oh, the way they made the food look.. the whole process of making a good soup.. how that little rat had so much passion to make good food.. that movie was so inspiring. I want to cook and transport others to heavenly places too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1359123852/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/1359123852_7be7742375.jpg" width="500" height="208" alt="paris_ratatouille_lg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I enjoyed the movie. It was funny, cute, and inspiring. The CG was once again, gorgeous. Hey, I want to go to Paris and try out all this "gourmet" food. I never understood gourmet food. Why they would make delicious things only to disappoint with how much they would serve you. It's like you can only have a taste of heaven, but you can't have anymore than that. I sound so greedy! But really. If their food was so nice, why do they torture themselves by having so little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I finally understand after weeks of not having any appetite! Cos the entire time I was in Singapore, I was never once hungry. I only ate because other people ate. And almost everytime, I wasn't able to finish my food. Maybe gourmet food are for people who don't have the appetite to eat. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we all went home. And I decided to move to Evelyn so I went back to Marimosa with my aunt to gather my things but in the middle of packing everything back up, my mom called my aunt to say that we left our shopping bags back in McCafe! Oh no. My magic shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt made a call to McCafe in Great World and luckily they found the bag. Phew! So after I was done with my packing, my aunt and I had to drive back down to Great World just to pick up that plastic bag. If we had lost it in Malaysia, the bag would've probably been taken. Gone! Haha. See how much faith I have in Malaysians. But you can't blame me cos you know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking up the bag, went back to Evelyn for dinner - our leftover peking duck meat plus a few extra dishes we managed to cook up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-162614274572163522?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/162614274572163522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=162614274572163522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/162614274572163522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/162614274572163522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-found-magic-shoes.html' title='i found magic shoes'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/1359123852_7be7742375_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8373087843100132123</id><published>2007-09-10T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:32:05.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>hurrah another travel blog entry down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, 31st August 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stayed home and waited for my aunt to pick my mom, grandma, and sister from the airport. After she has picked them up, she came back and picked me up to go out for lunch. After that, came back to Evelyn (my aunt's new place where she hasn't quite moved into yet) because that's where she will be dumping my mom, grandma, and sis to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is still new. No one has even moved into the next block yet. AND! The whole building is glass. And there are no curtain railings put up yet! So no one had any curtains. Eeee. You could practically look into your neighbour's place. You could also look outside and see all the rooms in the other blocks. They can do the same to you, be reminded. It's like living in a fish bowl. You have to remember at ALL times that you should not pick your nose, scratch your butt, or change in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hassle. But on this night I did not stay at Evelyn. Was still staying at Marimosa (which is right across the street) because all my stuff were still there and I was too lazy to move. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 1st September 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my aunt brought all of us out to Vivocity. First thing we did there was to have lunch. Well, we wanted to beat the lunch crowd. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carl's Junior&lt;/span&gt;. Man, I so wish we had a NON-HALAL CArl's Junior restaurant here. But I heard that in Malaysia, Carl's Juniors were halal. Not to be rude or anything but sigh... non-halal bacon. See, that's why whenever I'm in Singapore, I also take the advantage to visit Kenny Rogers. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even BOTHER to step foot in any of the Kenny Rogers restaurants in Malaysia. It's just not the same, seriously. I have this philosophy that to live life, you have to enjoy your food! If you're not broke or in desperate need of money, I don't think that when you order &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrible food&lt;/span&gt; that you should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waste your time in eating it.&lt;/span&gt; Just stop. Don't even bother doing that to yourself. It's your body and it's your life, you should enjoy it! Why waste time even feeding yourself such terrible things that might in turn make you sick anyway? But of course, &lt;u&gt;everything in moderation!&lt;/u&gt; If you eat too much fast food, regardless of how good they taste and you don't exercise, you're only gonna make yourself sick as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Miri has such &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sissy burgers&lt;/span&gt;. They're pale, limp, tiny, not even filling! When I eat burgers in Malaysia's McDonalds or KFC (oh, KFC is the worst! They have the tiniest, most sad looking burgers I have ever seen! It's even better to buy burgers from those roadside stalls, IMO). But Sugar Bun's burgers don't even look appetizing in the menu pictures. Now that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so sad.&lt;/span&gt; Anywho, pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354687915/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/1354687915_1673160d39_o.jpg" alt="carl's junior" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carl's Junior in Vivocity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1355574948/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1274/1355574948_455a90dc3a_o.jpg" alt="western bacon cheeseburger" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Western Bacon Cheeseburger. It was one the only burger for meatetarians. Perfect for someone like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1355575360/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/1355575360_bf4e6a2f7f_o.jpg" alt="burger" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It looks so snug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354684983/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1130/1354684983_622dfe274d_o.jpg" alt="burger 2" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took off it's blanket. Now it's naked in front of the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1355576194/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1067/1355576194_a09551edf8_o.jpg" alt="burger 3" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking under the hood.&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;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354685829/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1053/1354685829_846515514f_o.jpg" alt="burger 4" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's as if it were sticking it's tongue out at you as a tease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354686201/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1008/1354686201_9ae0ecf7b2_o.jpg" alt="glee" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First bite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354686995/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1354686995_bcc95e8630_o.jpg" alt="inside" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside there's a beef patty, bacon, and onion rings. Oh, and cheese of course. As well as ketchup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354686585/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1084/1354686585_01e2e693e0_o.jpg" alt="i ate it all" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last bite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lunch, what else could we do at Vivocity but to shop? Went to this one boutique (quite large) which sold relatively cheap skirts, blouses, dresses, and accessories. I feel bad. Going in there reminded me of a skirt I bought on my last trip to Singapore which I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; to wear. Hehe. But I like that place. It's great. The clothes look very clean, classy, fashionable, and there's a lot of things to choose from and yet they retail for good affordable prices. Sorry I can't remember the name of the place though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354711125/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/1354711125_3a34ccde82_o.jpg" alt="in a dress" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG. Belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1355602094/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1355602094_cf73a9e3c5_o.jpg" alt="in my belly" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What else could it have been? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom and aunt convinced me to buy a formal dress, just in case. You know, since it was cheap and who knows if I'd ever need one.. and also, "Since your prom is coming up." said mom. So that day, I bought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two dresses&lt;/span&gt;. Since when did Kim even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wear a dress??&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Crazy, right. My purchases for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1355800400/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1072/1355800400_5b57bb4822_o.jpg" alt="why did i buy this" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please God give me the guts to wear this. But please don't let people see my awful big gut that I have obtained over the months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1354910399/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1283/1354910399_667c3bf35a_o.jpg" alt="where do i wear this" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel guilty. Like, real guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. So, is anyone going to the prom? I never planned to go but I don't want to let the dress go to waste. Haha. Anyone wanna be my date? Wait, I hear Mark whooping with joy that I asked that question in my blog. He's probably hoping someone will say yes too. Lazy boyfriend! I guess this means I will have to pester him to bring me either to the prom or somewhere super nice otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8373087843100132123?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8373087843100132123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8373087843100132123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8373087843100132123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8373087843100132123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-big-bad-gut.html' title='hurrah another travel blog entry down'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2991639907830364349</id><published>2007-09-10T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:11:28.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>if i was a rich girl lalalalalalalalalaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH. I DUNNO WHATS THIS. I FEEL LIKE &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;KIDNAPPING&lt;/span&gt; ALL MY FRIENDS AND GO TRAVEL THE WHOLE FRIGGIN' WORLD!!! Or just all the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; MAJOR CITIES&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, I'm still have the travel bug in me! Having &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;withdrawal symptoms&lt;/span&gt; from not buying anything today!! Aaaaaaaahhhh!! EH! COME, WE GO TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VEGAS?&lt;/span&gt; HOW ABOUT &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;PARIS?&lt;/span&gt; AH, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NEW YORK!&lt;/span&gt; UH, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;SINGAPORE?&lt;/span&gt; AHAAHAHA! I'm &lt;u&gt;missing city&lt;/u&gt; life. Where have all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ESPRIT &lt;/span&gt;outlets gone?! Where are all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tall buildings?&lt;/span&gt; Gone are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;billboards&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;brain washing medias!&lt;/span&gt; What happened to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;expensive tolls &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; parking fees??&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. Okay, that I can do without. But one bad thing is that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I'M STILL SICK!&lt;/span&gt; I felt like I was dying on the plane and like my head was GONNA EXPLODE! I was so afraid that it really was going to happen. I could feel the veins in my head expanding to a what I thought was exceeding it's limit. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;WE NEED TELEPORTATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2991639907830364349?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2991639907830364349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2991639907830364349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2991639907830364349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2991639907830364349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-was-rich-girl-lalalalalalalalalaa.html' title='if i was a rich girl lalalalalalalalalaa'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7918888763304926997</id><published>2007-09-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:31:34.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>... of all the rotten luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7918888763304926997?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7918888763304926997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7918888763304926997&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7918888763304926997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7918888763304926997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5723122313439112592</id><published>2007-09-03T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T00:52:08.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>bullimia is the answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/08_04/winehouse_468x524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;... I joke. I love my food too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5723122313439112592?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5723122313439112592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5723122313439112592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5723122313439112592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5723122313439112592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/bullimia-is-answer.html' title='bullimia is the answer'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7906375929781262431</id><published>2007-09-02T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:36:07.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>if you were in malaysia, for sure already kena kidnapped wan</title><content type='html'>I think my aunt was talking about how the babies were just walking and running around the mall by themselves. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I will be blogging for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 30th August 2007&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day that Min would fly off to Canada. I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have woken up at 6am to get showered and ready but I had such trouble waking up that I only managed to get myself out of bed at 6.50am. And we were supposed to leave the house by 7. I quickly showered but luckily I wasn't the only one running late. My uncle was also taking his sweet time getting ready so we only left the house by 7.30. So the blame didn't go to me. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we managed to fit all the suitcases into the car as well as ourselves. We had to drop Alex, my other cousin and Min's brother, off to school first so that's where we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295026305/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1322/1295026305_b83bb7e96d_o.jpg" alt="car speek" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295895592/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1245/1295895592_078d702365_o.jpg" alt="with bangla person" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alex had a big red pimple smack dab right in the middle of his forehead. He called it his "bangla pimple". He would also call out, "My brothers!" to the construction workers that worked by the sides of the road as we would drive by. I told him he was an embarassesment to banglas everywhere cos he's too fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295025717/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1197/1295025717_62aeeb0910_o.jpg" alt="blur" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going over to the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the airport just in time too. Because they Min and her dad had to already head to the boarding gate as soon as they got their tickets and luggage checked in. Then we said our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295896000/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1145/1295896000_d9448cde26_o.jpg" alt="airport" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295027741/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1105/1295027741_b26aa6a6a7_o.jpg" alt="bye bye min" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seeing Min off at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my aunt and I were done seeing the both of them off, we went.... shopping!! I feel guilty. Cos I've only been in Singapore a day and already I've been buying stuff for myself. Hehehe. This is me camwhoring in various fitting rooms. Actually, only Esprit and Giordano fitting rooms. And only because they had lighting in there so I was tempted to play around!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295027995/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/1295027995_81d6f94c91_o.jpg" alt="horrible" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know how to take pictures of myself like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295027365/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1041/1295027365_535fe09310_o.jpg" alt="girl dunno how to wear make up" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Camwhore.. I bought this tee too. It had my prince charming on the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295028671/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1141/1295028671_5e64a18efb_o.jpg" alt="camwhore" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm an XS, just so you can buy me more tees from Esprit. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295028973/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1066/1295028973_a1c63283e3_o.jpg" alt="changing rooms" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The shirt says Handle With Care. It's like advertising I'm so fragile. Hmph!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295029405/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1303/1295029405_4f632804e3_o.jpg" alt="pp x tau malu" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fun with mirrors!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295029759/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/1295029759_5bcf305583.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="silly girl" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dork!! I suck at taking pictures with the camera also in it. I should give it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295900066/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1342/1295900066_58d28aaa79_o.jpg" alt="yellow" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so yellow. This is the only picture I'm posting up that was taken in Giordano. Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself 3 tees today and one pair of jeans. Together, my aunt and I probably spent about 300 dollars on clothes alone. Hahaha! But not only for ourselves.. we also bought things for my other aunts, my mom, my little sister, who would all be joining us tomorrow and on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295899648/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1205/1295899648_e9c5ff741e_o.jpg" alt="shopping" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My tees. Mine mine mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, back when you could seriously call me skinny (you can't do that anymore cos now I'm fat), I used to wear waist size 24 jeans if you had bought them from Giordano. After I gained weight, I had to use either 25 or 26. BUT! Guess what? The jeans I bought today were in size 24. Lol. But I'm still fat. Maybe the jeans were labelled wrongly. Because ah.. it still felt rather loose like it didn't fit me right and it doesn't make sense cos I still have my huge ass. Hmm! Oh, and it was the smallest size in the whole place. I went around and that was the smallest size they got. For all the jeans and pants that they carried. So like totally wtf man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1295030279/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1415/1295030279_954cc96fd4_o.jpg" alt="waist" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wheeeeee... of course, I may only be dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got home totally exhausted! But I still had assignments to do. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7906375929781262431?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7906375929781262431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7906375929781262431&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7906375929781262431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7906375929781262431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-were-in-malaysia-for-sure.html' title='if you were in malaysia, for sure already kena kidnapped wan'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/1295029759_5bcf305583_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7227595064340498334</id><published>2007-09-01T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:31:26.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>omg real dumb blonde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch in order, k! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQdhMSEqhfg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qQdhMSEqhfg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQc6oBCuDXk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RQc6oBCuDXk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F226lI-lo5M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F226lI-lo5M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7227595064340498334?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7227595064340498334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7227595064340498334&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7227595064340498334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7227595064340498334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/09/omg-real-dumb-blonde.html' title='omg real dumb blonde!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8425042729919872933</id><published>2007-08-31T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:31:31.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>happy merdeka from singapore!</title><content type='html'>Say good morning to blurry Kim. This is the latest I've woken in what feels like forever! I would usually wake up 7am lastest 9am. But I've been feeling so tired lately. Sigh, Singapore's tiring me out! Hahahaha. Shopping is exercise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://www.soton.ac.uk/%7Emsa/img/about/flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm so stupid, ok. Last night I stayed up till it was past midnight and I forgot all about merdeka! But then again, I'm in Singapore so I can be excused? Hahaha! How horrid of me to celebrate merdeka day by being in another country, eh eh?? Hahaha! Last year, I celebrated merdeka day by spending it in Brunei! Hahahahaha!! Next year must go to Indonesia or the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, happy independence day, Malaysia! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8425042729919872933?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8425042729919872933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8425042729919872933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8425042729919872933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8425042729919872933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-merdeka-from-singapore.html' title='happy merdeka from singapore!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8795811030405496387</id><published>2007-08-30T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T12:44:17.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>and i've already gone shopping and overate</title><content type='html'>I am blogging for:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 29th August 2007.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting some real time blogging. Something I'm lousy at. Wow. This trip has been so incredibly last minute. On tuesday afternoon, I smsed my mom at about 3pm asking her if I could go to Singapore, and at 4pm she came over and picked me up to go to town to pick up my plane tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at about 10pm I started packing. Finished at midnight. Slept. Woke up at 6am. Showered. Hopped into car and headed to the airport. Mom sent me. Then I flew to Kuching. Flight went alright. Took only an hour. One aunty tried talking to me in chinese. I didn't notice cos I was looking out the window until I turned around and saw her looking at me. Eeps. Had to speak malay lor. How embarrassing. Touched down in Kuching and then I had to find the counters to check in for my boarding pass and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had trouble finding it and ended up at the wrong counters first time. Then the lady there was so rude! Sorry lah I thought this was the correct counter. It was the immigration counter but I thought maybe I could get my boarding passes there as well.. since I didn't see any other counters around! (Turned out the counter I was supposed to go to was right outside but it looked more like an information counter and did not even have a proper sign!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to bitch about this lady a bit, k? She wasn't friendly. So I made a mistake of going to the wrong counter. What lah. PMS is it? Maybe before I came up to her counter she was thinking about her own life and how sad and lonely she is. How she has no one to go home to. How much of a loser she is and how she ended up working at the airport stamping air tickets. What kind of life is that, right?? She's also ugly and has an ugly mug and she's fat fat fat. She got the perfect job to assure that she maintains that figure of hers! Simply sitting behind a desk all day and the only exercise she gets is lifting a stamp. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get my boarding pass and then I rejoined the queue for immigration checks. So I had to go through that same lady. Actually, at that time I wasn't even pissed at her. But the bitch had this scowly look on her face. I said, "thank you" to her when she passed me back my passport and she just scoffed. Like, totally wtf man. Yeah, that's when I got pissed. Go walk down a dank dark alley naked! Even rapists won't touch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to kill time by going to Coffee Bean. I'm not the kind of person who drinks those kind of drinks all the time though. I just wanted to waste time. What a way to do it, eh? Received attention from the boys working behind the counters there. Haha. It just reminded me of what my high school chemistry teacher said about how when your only aim in life is to find a husband, something about being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gatal&lt;/span&gt;. Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1282356036/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1412/1282356036_2a8567238e_o.jpg" alt="kopi bean" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kopi Bean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon boarded the plane. For some reason, whenever I fly through MAS, I always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; get row 5. Which is the first row of economy class. I wonder if you have to pay extra for those seats or does my travel agent pull strings for me. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something awful happened on the flight: lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1276266123/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1114/1276266123_e82c1b3a08_o.jpg" alt="sick" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lunch that was served on the Kuching-Singapore flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They gave us a choice of either curry chicken or fish and potatoes. I don't take curry so I had no other choice but to have the fish and potatoes. Doesn't the sauce that they put on the fish look so questionable???? I tried my best to not think much about it when I first started eating but halfway through my meal I just couldn't do it anymore, lost all my appetite, and stopped eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched down on time. Hurrah. My uncle picked me up from the airport and they all went and had lunch at Swenson's. I didn't eat. I ate already and also, you know I know lah. My little cousins have grown up so fast! One's in her terrible two's stage and the other is just adorable! Last I saw them was during chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as soon as I got dropped off with my other cousin, Min (who's going off to Canada the next day), I went out again to Takashimaya. Not even time to rest properly. Was at Kinokuniya for awhile. Lost my cousin. We both went around the bookstore several times trying to look for each other. I gave up and hung out at the stationary section. Bought myself two pens and a mechanical pencil. So sad! My old mechanical pencil's been with me ever since primary school maybe! It was a Pilot Shaker pencil. Bought a new one cos someone's car air freshener spilt all over it. And then I also have to get myself a new pencil case (haven't found one yet) cos the zip on the one that I've been using for the past 6 or 7 years is giving out. Yeah, really sad. My most dependable stationaries and I'm replacing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought socks from Far East Plaza. We went there because Min wanted to get a t-shirt printed. Then we were off for dinner with the family. Went to Amara hotel to have Korean food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1277600460/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1084/1277600460_9c15e67cc9_o.jpg" alt="korean" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1277601426/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1250/1277601426_0b67734e06_o.jpg" alt="slither" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1276734497/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1096/1276734497_949a130b9b_o.jpg" alt="bulgogi" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the waitresses there couldn't speak english though. And they had a heavier chinese accent. We deducted that they might be from mainland China. Our waitress cooked the food right in front of us. Mmmmm.. and the food was awesome. Yeah, it's so unfortunate that we don't get Korean food as ass-kicking as this back in Miri. Ate till I felt sick. You know that feeling when you eat too much. You feel so unhealthy, fat, slow, and like throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we dropped by Min's new apartment, which they haven't moved into cos they're doing renovations there. I'm staying at my cousin's cousin's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Min. When I first saw her after arriving, I almost mistook her for  my aunt! Hahaha. They look so much alike now that Min's hair has grown longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1277697446/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1182/1277697446_01e7a22203_o.jpg" alt="min" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Min&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1276830733/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1394/1276830733_917d5e3b7a_o.jpg" alt="street" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us sitting on the edge of the fountain, Min looking through a book, me looking gangsta'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1276831701/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1072/1276831701_0ebfd8064b_o.jpg" alt="book" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1277698434/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1224/1277698434_5233d58517_o.jpg" alt="moon" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moon was large, clear, bright, and pretty that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was taking that shot, the adults drove back to the other apartment abandoning both Min and I at the new apartments. Lol. No problem though cos we have legs to walk. Besides, the new apartment and her cousin's apartment is just across the street from one another. Not one of those huge highway roads. Just one of those sissy lorong roads lah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1277697018/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1087/1277697018_b57996fefa_o.jpg" alt="pacifier" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw this on our walk home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/1277696490/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1140/1277696490_3faff86fd5_o.jpg" alt="cicak" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was in the elevator as we went up. Urgh. You know I hate cicaks, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! That was Wednesday all blogged out! Of course, later that night, I was so tired.. I had to force myself to check my emails, chat a bit but not for long cos I couldn't stand how tired I was, and went to bed almost immediately after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8795811030405496387?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8795811030405496387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8795811030405496387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8795811030405496387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8795811030405496387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-blogging-for-wednesday-29th-august.html' title='and i&apos;ve already gone shopping and overate'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3124110827720351184</id><published>2007-08-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:00:34.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>1 ringgit a sms, 1.50 a minute</title><content type='html'>ARGH. It's so hard to resist picking up the phone and messaging someone on it. And when people sms me, it's tough to resist replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Roaming is so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearps, I'm in Singapore now. Touched down at about 12.30pm. Flew MAS. Very tired now. Will write with more flowers in my sentences another time. Been out all day. Haven't rested since 5 or 6 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, I miss you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-3124110827720351184?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3124110827720351184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3124110827720351184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3124110827720351184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3124110827720351184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/1-ringgit-sms-150-minute.html' title='1 ringgit a sms, 1.50 a minute'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5354341321727423657</id><published>2007-08-28T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:02:52.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>traveling = tension</title><content type='html'>Oh man oh man oh man. Okay. Breathe. Erm. Hello. I'm leaving for Singapore in the morning. Yeah, totally last minute. I know. I just decided to go over at like, 3pm. And an hour later I'm buying the tickets to leave tomorrow morning. I haven't packed. And I'm feeling very stressed. Like, why am I doing this to myself. Why am I such a lousy impulsive person. Why did my mom let me go? Why couldn't she have said no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Sorry Wani and Halim.. I know we already made plans to play Nintendo Wii tomorrow morning but the reasons why I'm going is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;See my cousin off before she leaves to Canada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend my grandfather's memorial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See babies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry again, Wani. Won't be around next week either so I don't know if you would still like to sit in on my management lecture without me being around. Argh. Sorry I have to abandon everyone like this. Ha ha. Not like anyone will miss me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will surely miss everyone back home. And feel guilty for splurging so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, congrats to Wani's cat for popping out the finally ready buns. Hahaha! As in, for laying the kittens. Lol. Won't be able to see them as icky, red and naked worms but I don't think I'll be missing out on much for just missing that stage. Cos they quite frankly gross me out. Please don't lose these bunch of kitties again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5354341321727423657?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5354341321727423657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5354341321727423657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5354341321727423657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5354341321727423657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/traveling-tension.html' title='traveling = tension'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3436534048339059917</id><published>2007-08-27T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:01:49.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>kimmy's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1264/1039501467_e7531b4603_o.jpg" alt="kim2007" height="380" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... was over a month ago! Oh well. Kimmy is the girl who owns this particular blog, by the way. Oh. And she has finally turned 21! But the poor girl is still such a kid. She doesn't know how to wear makeup (poor thing) nor how to walk in heels (tsk tsk). But ah.. she's such a sweet kid who loves to make people laugh. She called her boyfriend earlier tonight and she managed to make him laugh for a whole hour. She felt really lovable and good about making someone happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what this post is supposed to be about! It's about Kim finally turning the much over hyped number 21! How she finally turned 21 may not be how she dreamt it up to be but it was nonetheless not any less special than what she managed to dream up for herself. I lied. If things had gone the way she dreamt it up to be, her own wedding would've been a book club meeting in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How she dreamt it up to be in her own mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flies all her friends out to some spectacular hotel or resort where they will stay a total of 3 days, 2 nights, having fun. On one of the nights will be her super mega huge birthday bash. Fantastic foods such as chicken wings will be served (lol). She obviously wasn't thinking too much about food. Also great drinks will be served.. to get people drunk. Muahahaha. Then the highlights of the night would be performances from Panic! At the Disco, The Academy Is, and Anberlin. And they are all there only for her!! And everyone will have a blast and dance and party the night away. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute when she dreams, no? Also, she wanted to have her party guests wearing only white so that she'd stand out in the crowd by wearing a different colour. Although she isn't so much an extrovert, since it was to be a special day/night, she doesn't mind being the center of attention. I think she might actually secretly be an extrovert. I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How things actually went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was by no means any less special! For one, she felt like her birthday lasted an entire week! Because everyday since she got back from Kota Kinabalu, there have been occurrences which in one way or another had something to do with her birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday, 29th June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/1038754549_5f86578371_o.jpg" alt="karaoke" height="257" width="327" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was Kim and her friends' last night in KK. Earlier that day, they had a blast island hopping. They were tired, but they still managed to go out again that night as they have done every night since being in KK. Tonight they headed out to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thai Cafe&lt;/span&gt; to meet up with the guys who have by then become what you could call good friends because of the bond that occurred from spending almost every single day and night for the past week with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, the poor innocent girl, was not expecting anything to happen other than to hang out one last time with everyone before having to head back to Miri the next day. There she was innocently sitting at the tables, drinking her third glass of beer, when she felt a presence sneaking up from behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1300/1038753513_63da74be6d_o.jpg" alt="cake" height="187" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She turned around and saw her friend, Hazman, hovering behind her holding something in his hands. She was so blur that it took awhile for her to even figure out that it was a birthday cake. What with it having candles on it and all. Then she wondered whose birthday was it they were celebrating. Oh, the poor thing, I tell you! Then he finally set the cake down in front of her and it was then that it hit her like a truck hitting a baby kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hopes that she didn't look like she was acting, she wasn't. But she had her mouth covered with her hands from the shock. Haha. Of course, there was the singing of the birthday song, the wishing, the blowing of the cake, and the cutting. Then the distributing and the devouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/1039610000_fd47c04ebb_o.jpg" alt="people" height="298" width="550" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Unfortunately, she did not take much pictures that night. No idea why. No one else did either. I think everyone just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday, 30th June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little gathering they had the previous day carried on till 3am on this day (does it still count?) and at the end of it, she ended up quite tipsy or drunk. But even if she was, she couldn't tell. She remembers always ending up on her back when she tries to sit though. Which was hilarious and kept making her laugh. I think she was talking a bit more too although she denies that it was the alcohol talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were reports later that morning that she was talking to herself while packing her luggage that night but she was only reading off her checklist to see if she had anything left out! She talks to herself all the time anyway so it shouldn't be anything special or new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as Kim and her friends were all at the airport, about to go into the departure lounge, she got more hugs and birthday wishes from the guys. Aww. Feel the love! And when they had finally landed in Miri airport, he boyfriend was there to surprise her and to welcome her home. Awww... He had driven all the way to the airport just to greet her! So feeling the love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 31st June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, her sweet bumbling boyfriend, surprised our main character with a birthday present. She's so easily surprised, isn't she. She also opened her present on this day despite saying that she would wait for her real birth date to roll on by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday, 1st July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gang that Kim traveled to KK with came over that night. Initially only to trade pictures. Then it started getting late so everyone decided to stay back and wait to midnight. Countdown to my birthday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1228/1039607372_0c081168d5_o.jpg" alt="countdown 2" height="315" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1210/1039608902_a9fb91d717_o.jpg" alt="countdown" height="315" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday, 2nd July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1135/1039502347_6fa06e8baf_o.jpg" alt="yawnz" height="170" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kim's actual birthday! Her family decided to use her as an excuse to travel up to Brunei. Or maybe they actually thought that she would enjoy a trip up to Brunei. These are the boys sitting in the back. They're lousy with staying up during road trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's family drove all the way up to bandar. Dropped by the mall. Went to Dome for brunch! Kim couldn't decide what to order for herself and was torn between ordering this breakfast set which has bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast... or ordering spaghetti carbonara. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1294/1038763375_7174d42575_o.jpg" alt="arab" height="225" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But they said that since it was her birthday that she could order both. While waiting for her food to arrive, Kim played around with the camera and took this shot. What you can't see is that their waiter was standing right next to her when this shot was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1142/1038759395_389e493057_o.jpg" alt="shoooos" height="346" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After brunch, they went into The Mall to shop. There was an IT expo going on so Kimmy bought herself an FM Modulator so she could listen to her mp3s in her car. She would've much rather have gotten a new sound system though. Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the purchase of the day had to go to Kim's sister who bought herself a pastel blue Nintendo DS. Funny since it wasn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; birthday. Oh well, Kim.. better luck next time. At least you also bought a pair of slippers Charles and Keith, right? Not only one purchase but two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/1039613726_b622b581ab_o.jpg" alt="me" height="175" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later that night, Kim and her family went down to Esplanade for some Japanese. Too bad for Kim, she ate too much at Dome earlier that morning that by night time, she was still too full to have enjoyed pigging out on cheap (compared to Miri's prices) Japanese food. Mark, Kim's boyfriend, joined them for dinner. I would like to believe that she was happy to have seen him that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1039612088_e8232f3d06_o.jpg" alt="nothx" height="238" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe not so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, Kim's brother bought her a little white teddy bear in a supermarket that came with a little black marker for everyone to write their birthday wishes on for her. Aww. Everyone that was there wrote her a little message for her to remember. Someone drew a mustache. She is yet to figure out who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1260/1038761459_ece9bef08e_o.jpg" alt="emo kim and teddy" height="233" width="330" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Wednesday, 3rd July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim had a last minute birthday party where everything just happened to happen. Everything was last minute, the cake, the preparation, the food, the invites, everything. Her aunt curled her hair with some curling tongs. She was apprehensive about it, of course, never having had curly hair before but since it's some sort of "special" day, as her aunts put it, she decided to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our heroine wasn't very fond of the outcome though. Maybe she just needed time to get used to her new hairstyle. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1132/1040356632_d7ada2965f_o.jpg" alt="lousy" height="361" width="555" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what? Our girl was lucky enough to have her boyfriend make a trip back down to Miri as well just to celebrate her birthday again. Aww. Lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1017/1040357768_a0f89c34be_o.jpg" alt="kiss" height="325" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were others who managed to make it as last minute as it all was and brought gifts too. Kim told me to mention that she says thanks to everyone. She really wasn't expecting to be given any gifts. In fact, she's forgot that day that people gave presents on birthdays. Lousy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1015/1040365462_62c25be9d9_o.jpg" alt="sum ppls" height="271" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1239/1040362078_1c2069f2a4_o.jpg" alt="other cake" height="300" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She also got the prettiest birthday cake she's ever gotten. Even as a child she never got such a pretty cake and now only at 21, does she get one such as this. It's really funny if you think about it. Unfortunately, it was a normal cake that concentrated more on looking pretty than tasting great but that did not deter people from finishing it until there was only a quarter of it left. Thank goodness too because she was afraid that most of it would've gone to waste considering its size too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that night didn't go without its misfortunes. There was a terrible so-called accident which caused cake to end up on other people. Here are some of the unfortunate but luckily still alive and breathing casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1196/1040363272_69bcea6745_o.jpg" alt="wani" height="296" width="388" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/1040358946_74705724de_o.jpg" alt="azie and mark" height="181" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1432/1040360036_c7236f0662_o.jpg" alt="casualties" height="288" width="250" /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1040364142_27b933c612_o.jpg" alt="wiena" height="250" width="135" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought our birthday girl was safe? Not with the kind of friends that she has, she is never safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1110/1039513367_d9797ae839_o.jpg" alt="their revenge" height="265" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-3436534048339059917?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3436534048339059917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3436534048339059917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3436534048339059917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3436534048339059917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/kimmys-birthday.html' title='kimmy&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8726660968506925341</id><published>2007-08-25T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:13:53.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i managed to title and organise my ramblings! just look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pay me attention! I'm a lonely and neglected child! Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone even notice that my blog looked different? I finally upgraded to the new blogger. I've been too lazy to relearn how to code with the new blogger but I finally decided to give it a go. Turned out to not be so different from the old blogger after all! Managed to code everything in just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I didn't code everything.. I just tweaked the original blogger codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. What's this?? I just noticed an extra button on the blogger toolbar that looks like a filmstrip. OooooooooooooooOOOooo... *click* *click* *click click click!* Nothing happened! I guess they're still working on it. Wow. Soon we can just upload our videos straight to blogger! No need to go through YouTube anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Turns out it was just slow. It finally managed to load up. Sweet. I'm uploading a little home video just to test this thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There was an error uploading my video. Boo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trouble sleeping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been having trouble sleeping. Haven't been able to enjoy my sleep in what feels like a long time now. And I've been having quite disturbing dreams. I told Mark once about what one of them was and he just laughed at me. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know: sex dreams. But it doesn't mean that I had to have sex. It could just be me being with someone other than Mark. Yeah, that's the disturbing bit. That it's always someone else. Not gonna say who! It's too embarrassing. Hehe. What do these dreams even mean anyhow? It's not like I have any feelings for these people in real life and it was not even like they were on my mind but they still manage to creep into my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kimmy makes narrow escape from the creepy clutches of Chimney boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I had an awful time for one of my lectures. I wanted to be alone that day so I sat by myself. This other guy, whom I barely converse/socialize with decided today that he would come sit next to me. The reason I wanted to be left alone in the first place was because I wasn't feeling very well that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy, he's literally a walking chimney. Smoker who smokes WAY too much. Every other time you would see him out of class, he would be smoking. And I have NO idea what he smokes. What brand he smokes. Cos he smelt horrible. Really really bad. I didn't know what to do! I didn't want to seem rude and walk off. I couldn't tell him that to go away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did smell seriously awful. I have other friends who smoke but at least I can stand being around them. This guy, he smelt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a hundred times worse!&lt;/span&gt; He must be smoking 24/7. Smokes as soon as he gets up in the morning.. and then probably doesn't brush his teeth, and then continues throughout the day to smoke shit. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's NO laughing matter. I was getting really sick and nauseous. I kept on messaging Robert and Mark to distract myself from him but also to discourage him from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talking to me.&lt;/span&gt; And everything  he would talk and ask me a question, I would give him a one word/syllable answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think he understands!!! How can you be so thick to not get it when someone does not want to talk to you?? I'm pretty sure that my face also reads disgust! I happen to wear my emotions on my face. You can really tell what's going on in my mind by just looking at me. Unless I try to hide it. But that day, not feeling well, feeling nauseous, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barely able to breathe&lt;/span&gt;, I didn't bother hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the lecture, which was an hour later, our lecturer gave us a break, I was so thankful. I grabbed some of my things and proceeded outside to get some fresh air. I felt like I haven't been breathing properly for the past hour! But, oh gawd, chimney boy followed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged Robert to come meet me cos chimney boy is afraid of Robert. Hahaha. So as soon as he saw Robert walking in our general direction, he quickly made an excuse to go off somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, usually chimney boy would come in to class only to sign attendance and then he would leave. I was so hoping that he would not break that little tradition of his. So when Robert offered to sit in in my lecture with me just in case chimney came back, I told him thanks but I didn't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; would be coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did! So I quickly messaged Robert and then it was Robert to the rescue! Robert came in and came up to where I was sitting. I scooted over so that Robert would have to sit in between chimney and I. After a few minutes to trying to bare it, chimney couldn't stand it anymore and went back up to sit all by his lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I told Mark more about it. (Mark thinks he's a creep. I do too. Well, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; creepy.) And he said that he ever tried to do anything stupid, to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; hit like a girl. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, how I would LOVE to be a rockstar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Seconds to Mars - The Kill. In this video, we can see the ever handsome Jared Leto. Sigh. Oh, and try to spot Spongebob! When he climbs up the scaffolding and addresses the crowd, swoon, that's the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZL6Z09ty9c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fZL6Z09ty9c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put in a dash of Velvet Revolver performing Slither.. see Scott Weiland in action. It's so unfair that he manages to fit into pants that I'm sure are smaller than mine! This performance of theirs was only so-so but I just want you guys to see Scott and his pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA4YtbNxlAs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CA4YtbNxlAs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, we have Stone Sour with Through Glass. There are boobies in this video. Haha. Oh yes, you know you're a rockstar when you get flashed by boobies while you're performing. Can't wait for it to happen to me. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItEAN6oLU4I"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ItEAN6oLU4I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay for Curtin students! It's the tuition free week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a great weekend! &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/378722760627039481-8726660968506925341?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8726660968506925341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8726660968506925341&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8726660968506925341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8726660968506925341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/pay-me-attention-im-lonely-and.html' title='i managed to title and organise my ramblings! just look!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8494739570212177307</id><published>2007-08-20T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:46:03.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i'm alive, k</title><content type='html'>How long was I out for? I think I went more than a week without blogging anything real. The last two entries before this one does not count. Okay.. I counted. It's close to 3 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Has the traffic for my blog gone down? Hmm. Apparently it's been pretty consistent. Huh. I would've thought traffic would've reduced by now. Hahaha. Not that that has been the plan this whole while. What happened which caused me to become as defunct as I possibly could be was not planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Not gonna talk about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you all been? I've been depressed. One of those things that have been getting me down is how my timetable for the semester have been. This is definitely the worst timetable I've ever had. This is what time I finish each day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - 7.30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - 5 pm&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - 8 pm&lt;br /&gt;Friday - 6 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh. You know, I much much rather have morning classes than have classes that end late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love this video. My hubby's band again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOezDHeOD88"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rOezDHeOD88" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he sexy? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1010/1180841884_e84a26da30_o.gif" alt="shy1" height="50" width="50" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tension lah that video. :( Stress je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know. The Cardigans have always been one of my favorite bands ever. But I'm so upset that their videos don't come out here anymore. Isyk. How could they forsake me. So what if I don't even own one of their albums. Hahaha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlHNh1Oj7TU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jlHNh1Oj7TU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, you need to be nicer. Or I will become an alcoholic. Our relationship have gone to a much higher level now. We publicly threaten each other now. Okay. So it's only just me. Smile smile. Just smile. :) Anyway, is it just me or does Nina Persson just exude Scott Weiland? Google them. Just check out the way she moves in the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a3/Nina_Persson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a3/Nina_Persson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nina Persson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.rollingstone.com/assets/rs/11/3528/images/100287_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i.rollingstone.com/assets/rs/11/3528/images/100287_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scott Weiland&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm okay. What happened was a total &lt;u&gt;inconvenience&lt;/u&gt;, yes, that's what I shall call it. And I won't get over what happened just like that because what happened was very serious. So there may be days when I will stumble and be depressed and totally screaming in your face if I don't feel like being nice. :) Kidding. I won't scream in your faces because I can't scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. At least I don't think I could. Never tried. Fine. I'll shaddap now. Class in an hour. Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8494739570212177307?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8494739570212177307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8494739570212177307&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8494739570212177307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8494739570212177307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-alive-k.html' title='i&apos;m alive, k'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-359457069573292250</id><published>2007-08-20T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:32:39.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>call me ash, for short</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/21/47/12/214712_7498129a6a3c64fk5mz453.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/21/58/51/215851_365092668a3c64ejk1m727.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/21/63/51/216351_414943029a3c644lu7o527.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/21/72/41/217241_238165e4aa3c6401ez4531.JPG" border="0" height="574" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. The only ones that repeated themselves were Ashley Tisdale and Ashley Olsen. I ought to change my name to Ashley then. Ashley Marie Kimberley? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. I'M UGGG-LEH.&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/378722760627039481-359457069573292250?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/359457069573292250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=359457069573292250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/359457069573292250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/359457069573292250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/call-me-ash-for-short.html' title='call me ash, for short'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4409028988948201020</id><published>2007-08-14T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:44:14.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>at least i haven't chosen to stop breathing</title><content type='html'>Erm. I'm not at my best. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4409028988948201020?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4409028988948201020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4409028988948201020&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4409028988948201020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4409028988948201020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-least-i-havent-chosen-to-stop.html' title='at least i haven&apos;t chosen to stop breathing'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-9113801979705042877</id><published>2007-07-31T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:16:26.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>am bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;/span&gt; The Knack - My Sharona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5SZu9meugXYsVmc/The%2520Knack%2520-%2520My%2520Sharona.rbs&amp;amp;cover=1&amp;crossfader=1&amp;amp;replay=1&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Such a classic song, isn't it? I'm currently on my 10 hour break. Yeah, I had a lecture at 8 this morning which finished at 9. My next class is at 7 tonight. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy this dress online... But need credit card. :( Anyone got credit card? Just borrow to pay and I pay you back like, now also can. RM105, you want? Hehehe. I could put up the picture of the dress but lazy lah. Some more I scared you all want to buy also. Hahahaha! Kidding. Just lazy. Plus, the model is too pretty for my blog. Afterward you all won't think I'm pretty anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD ENGLISH GALORE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know... I like Amy Winehouse's tattoos. They really fit her. But I think her head is too big for her body. I'm not taking into account her famous beehive. :-/ And she's so skinny! I like how she dances, or tries to. Hehehehe. It's like the elderly trying to boogie with bad hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rq7oEV0RJwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4Gmdds_hFe0/s400/itzme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093263389876102914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;a href="http://www.simpsonizeme.com/"&gt;simpsonized&lt;/a&gt; myself. After SO many attempts. It turned out not looking very much like me. The only thing that is similar to me in any way is the barrel. I usually wear that for jogs. Hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! By the way.. what do you think of the font I'm using for this post? Is it easier to read as compared to the normal font I usually use? I mean, if you DO read what I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since people can be so lazy. This I know cos I'm a person too. Haha. You can now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; to my blog entries instead of having to read it. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.odiogo.com/"&gt;OdioGo&lt;/a&gt;. Just check out my sidebar and there you will find the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OdioGo&lt;/span&gt; button. Click on it. And just listen to my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Huh. So random today, Kim. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-9113801979705042877?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/9113801979705042877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=9113801979705042877&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/9113801979705042877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/9113801979705042877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-bored.html' title='am bored'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rq7oEV0RJwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4Gmdds_hFe0/s72-c/itzme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2273013947981515500</id><published>2007-07-29T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:26:16.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><title type='text'>hell has reopened</title><content type='html'>Classes start tomorrow. I have yet to actually look at my timetable. Bleh. To be honest, I'm really not looking forward to going back to Curtin. My despise for the place has really grown. Sigh. I wish Mark was still studying there. I only met him in his last semester of his course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fun! I wish we could've met earlier. You know how some people meet in uni and dated. Mark and I only got to know one another like, maybe two months before he graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to school!! Like, I really really don't want. Like, I can throw a tantrum and cling on to my mommy's leg so she's forced to bring me home kinda don't want. I can cry too. I'm such a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't want to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Mark. I want my Marky. I want my baby boo panty cupcake honey sweetie gas pepsi drink. :-/ Hahahahaha! Sorry, cupcake. Muacks. I want Mark to still be studying. At least you know.. got something to keep me going. Otherwise, I would feel so depressed all the time. I love him so much for being an anchor in my life. He's saved me from depression before. He was what I needed after being so hung over nothing for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I have to stay back and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt; watch everyone move forward without me. What am I doing in engineering... Sigh. I DO want to be able to graduate and be an engineer but maybe even if I DO have the WANT to be an engineer.. maybe some people are just not cut out for somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to still be optimistic and to keep my hopes up for much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fall and have people catch me. But I know I cannot rely or expect that to happen. Life is like that. No one likes a failure and no one will be there to help you up everytime you fall. People do get tired of always having to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the good girl. Growing up rich and pretty. Knows what she wants in life. Breezes through uni like it's nothing. Being a good child. Getting a good job. Falling in love with her husband. Having a family. Great kids who are responsible and loves their parents. Basically, breezing through life and always being happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO DEMANDING AND I DON'T EVEN DESERVE WHAT I WANT. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you already and it's only been 2 hours since I last saw you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2273013947981515500?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2273013947981515500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2273013947981515500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2273013947981515500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2273013947981515500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/hell-has-reopened.html' title='hell has reopened'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-9154870724012334911</id><published>2007-07-27T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:08:55.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>something about today</title><content type='html'>It's been a really creepy day for me. It's been a full day. Was out of the house most of the time because I had to help Wani out to bring her car over to the garage for servicing and getting chores done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the people working at Perodua are so unprofessional! When I stepped out of the car to check up on what Wani was talking about with one of the workers, practically every single guy at the garage started cat calling. It was not even the normal kind of cat calls you would normally get in other places. These guys were practically yelling and hooting like they've never seen a girl before. It's so degrading and awful to be in such a place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I seriously look down on Perodua. For their inability to enforce discipline and for the inability to appear like professionals. You think I would want to let these kind of people handle and take care of my car? No way. I'm never going to get a Perodua car if I can help it, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Wani and I were both done with chores, we dropped by Parkson to have lunch at McDonald's. As it was not twelve o'clock yet, meaning it hasn't yet reached lunch hour, the mall was relatively empty as compared to how packed the place would during peak hours such as lunch hour, evenings, and weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were seated and were halfway through our lunch when this guy who looked to be in his mid-40s or 50s, dark skinned, seemingly wrinkled by the sun, short hair that was on its way to becoming entirely white, and yellow teeth came up to our table. He looked dirty like he hasn't showered in awhile but at least there was no smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his hands there was a rectangular hand sized white laminated sheet of paper - license proclaiming that he was legally deaf/dumb/retarded? I wouldn't know for I wasn't able to get a good look at the card that he was holding. He was too distracting anyway gesturing about wanting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not like those other dumb/deaf vendors that you get coming up to your table with stuff to sell. He had nothing else with him other than a little black sling bag. We didn't know what he wanted. It seemed to me that he was gesturing for us to give him money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not convinced that this guy needed us to give him money. In fact, he was a little scary the way he stood so close, gesturing with his hands. So Wani and I shook our heads but he wouldn't leave us alone. Wani and I kept on shaking our heads. We looked at each other several times and I could see her asking, "What do we do?" with her facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually left us alone. Next he approached another table where a lady with her young daughter were seated. He did the same thing, except that this time, he left them alone as soon as the mother shook her head with a stern look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he approached another table where two guys were seated. These guys look like they might be backpacking or traveling. It was a bit unusual to actually see people who aren't white backpacking around here though. Just an interesting thing that I observed that I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beggar did the same thing. These two guys also rejected him and continued on eating their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beggar then decided to come back to our table. This time he gestured for us to give him some fries to eat by pointing at the fries and then mocked putting the fries into his mouth to eat. I shook my head, no. I didn't know who this guy was and the fact that he seemed really dodgy.. I did not want him going near or touching my food. Then he pointed to my chicken nuggets instead, repeating the motion of putting the food into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I shook my head, no. This time, he tried to grab my nuggets but I pulled the box away in time. Then he touched and slid his hand across my left arm. At the are where my elbow is located. And walked away quickly after that but he kept glancing back to where we were sitting and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So fucking gross man. That stupid idiotic motherfucker touched me!!! If I wasn't so grossed out by the way he looked and the retarded way in which he acted, I would've gone after the guy and punched his face out! If only I wasn't afraid of touching him. And if only my conscience didn't feel bad for how RETARDED he must be! CRAZY GROSS OLD MAN!!!!!! Bloody what the fuck man! Can you imagine how creeped out I was after that?!?! My heart was pounding and I could feel my body starting to sweat. Cilaka you old man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going anywhere again without a boy in tow. Thank God I had Wani with me. Sigh. There was actually a security guard nearby who had a shotgun who watched the whole thing. And the other two guys sitting at the table also saw the whole thing. Except they didn't do anything because I don't think they expected what happened to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty sure that if dickface had gone one more step further, they would've done something to help. In a way, I wish that they (the security guard and the two men) had done something to help. I just want to know if Malaysians are able to do something, be selfless, when others are in trouble instead of just watching, as what Malaysians are famous for. But still, I wouldn't that ol' retardo going one step further. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/2007/07/tooo-dayyh.html"&gt;Read Wani's account of the damned bastard himself here&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really creepy. My mom, Andy, and I went for dinner at Apollo. After dinner, we went to Belle's Bookshop because I wanted to buy some books to read. I just really miss completely immersing myself in a good story. After we were done there, we decided to make a move home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home, as we were turning out of a T-junction, we noticed that there was a dog right opposite us, amongst the grass. It was sniffing about. The dog was rather large and it was completely black. When I first spotted it, I noticed that there was something different about this dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was something strange. Something very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we turned out of the junction, we were able to get closer to where the dog was and we were able to see the dog up close. There seemed to be a extremely large growth coming out of the side of its neck. I was on the right side of the car to be able to catch a really good look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The growth strangely enough like an extra head. I kid you not. And I swear that I was not drunk at the time and that I have not even been drinking for the past week. In fact, you can ask my mom about what we saw for she was there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked like a head but a deformed head. Although the extra head seemed deformed, it was just as large as the other head if not slightly larger even! I know you might think that there might've been two dogs there and that I must've missed the other one. Or that two dogs were standing so close together that it looked like a two-headed dog. But I swear. The possibility of that also crossed my mind but I looked and counted the number of legs that were there and there was only four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we passed by the dog, we were less than a meter away from where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seriously very creepy. My mom and I were both creeped out by what we saw. That extra head... That extreme growth... I don't know if it could be an extremely large tumor or not.. but as far as I know.. &lt;s&gt;I've never heard of dogs or animals getting tumors because they simply do not get cancer.&lt;/s&gt; Wait, they do get cancer. But even for a tumor, it was massive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra head did actually have fur. The same fur that was covering the rest of the dog. It also seemed to have eyes and ears and a mouth. Although when I saw it, it didn't have as much definition to it as a normal dog would have. Its head was wider. Its mouth was closed. Its eyes were closed too. And its ears were smaller and seemed to be closed. A normal dog's ears would be able to flap about and perk up whereas the ears on this supposed head was sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how true or how real two-headed dogs are or if there are such things. The only two headed dog I do know is the two-headed dog logo used by MTV2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that I saw something that gave me the creeps. I also know that I wasn't the only who to see it. My mom saw it too. It gave both of us the creeps, this I know, because we just went really quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's stupid.. but I feel so creeped out by it that I'm convinced that I might've just seen the devil's dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-9154870724012334911?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/9154870724012334911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=9154870724012334911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/9154870724012334911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/9154870724012334911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-about-today.html' title='something about today'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2781034885250388528</id><published>2007-07-27T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:28:38.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>kk trip - day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Tuesday, 26th June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early at 5am because I wasn't really done with my packing. I was too distracted the  night before and before I could finish packing, I was feeling tired and sleepy. So I decided to go to bed first and put my alarm to 5am so that I could continue packing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.. and immediately went to shower. If not, I might get carried away by packing and would not have enough time to shower. Got out of the shower at 5.40am. And the plan was to leave the house by 6am. Hahahaha!! Rushed to pack everything. Thank goodness for my things-to-pack lists! I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always always always&lt;/span&gt; make a list when I am about to travel someplace so that I will never forget to pack things.. also makes it easier to know what I've packed before going off to someplace so that I won't leave anything behind when I leave. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to pack the leftovers in just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ten minutes&lt;/span&gt;. Then my family (mom/dad/Andy) got into the car and we drove to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marwina's&lt;/span&gt; house to pick her up. Then we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wani's&lt;/span&gt; place to pick her up. Got to the airport with no problems. Checked in our bags. See how much our bags weighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiena&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; 10kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; 10kgs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wani&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; about 8kgs ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I guess it's cos Wani is a small person. Her clothes will be smaller than the rest of us. So her bag should be lighter. And I was so afraid of overpacking!! Wow. Luckily I took out more clothes that morning. Or else my bag would've weighed even more than 10 kilos. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad habit of mine to be prepared for anything!! So most of the time, I would overpack and end up not using a lot of the stuff I put in. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our little breakfast at one of the cafes they had in the airport. I only had a hot dog bun and a hot milo. Overpriced food. Urgh! Then we headed upstairs to the departure lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/903783582/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/903783582_67a1f98f40_o.jpg" alt="Miri departure lounge" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I made that up.. or did I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have to wait long before it was time to board the plane. So we all dutifully queued up. Sigh. AirAsia.. so degrading. Btw, there was this group of guys we recognized cos they also go to Curtin. They were also going to KK for a holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo.... a lot of Curtains were going to KK too. A couple of my friends were there already as well as others who have yet to go. And more according to my brother. Argh! You think you want to escape these people by going to KK but who knew they all had the same idea in their minds. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pity those guys! As soon as they announced that they would be boarding our flight, they rushed to try get to the front of the line. They wanted to get good seats on the plane. But the attendants soon found out that they did not even get their boarding passes checked at the immigration counter so the poor things had to go and get them checked before rejoining the queue at the end of the line. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/903784272/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1189/903784272_14a25fc90f_o.jpg" alt="Plane wing" height="467" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Kota Kinabalu in no time. The flight took only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; It felt really funny reaching our destination so soon. It's almost like simply driving from one end of Miri to the other. I'm exaggerating. But I'm pretty sure that driving from one end of Miri to the other would still take less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend whom we would be staying with, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazman&lt;/span&gt;, came to pick us up in his Nissan Frontier. Good thing too. Cos before we boarded the plane, we were still a bit unsure about who would be picking us up from the airport or if Hazman would even be able to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/903786222/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1169/903786222_527329dbd6_o.jpg" alt="Luggage" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our luggage... braving the hot morning sun in the back of the truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed straight back to his apartment which was located at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bukit Padang&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, located right next to the apartment is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;looney bin&lt;/span&gt; and closeby was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabah Golf and Country Club.&lt;/span&gt; The place wasn't so bad although I was more expecting to be staying in a house instead of an apartment. I was also expecting for his family to be around but it turns out that they're all not around so we wouldn't have to deal with the parentals nor the sibling, which is always a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like they didn't know that he would be staying alone with three other girls. His parents are so cool that way. Although I have no idea as to how his girlfriend felt about the idea. I know I would've hated it if my boyfriend was to do something like that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were there, we roamed and checked out the new crib we would be staying in for the next few days, picked out beds and bedrooms we would like to stay in, and freshened up before going out again for brunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/903788014/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1044/903788014_3d3f628b2e_o.jpg" alt="The Kim has landed" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I still look like a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where we went for our first meal but I know it was definitely halal. I wasn't sure whether I could order stuff the same way I would in Miri.. like.. I didn't know if I could order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milo peng&lt;/span&gt;. You know, cause I wasn't sure if they would understand the slangs or terms we used back in Miri so I ordered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milo ais&lt;/span&gt;. Haha! Strange!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found out that you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milo peng&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, knock yourselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at the sign where they had all the different food they served.. it was so odd cos I didn't know any of the foods although when I looked at the food on the other patron's tables, it looked like stuff you could find back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just shyly said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mee kering..?"&lt;/span&gt; to which the lady who was taking my order asked me something else back as to confirm if that was what I meant.. to which I simply nodded although I didn't catch what she said. Then she asked what I would like in the soup. Soup??? We never get soup back in Miri... but then again... I wasn't sure if what she thought I ordered was what I wanted. So I just choose &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fish cakes&lt;/span&gt; out of the several options that she gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total gamble!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/902932789/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1385/902932789_f9d3e87731_o.jpg" alt="First meal in KK" height="507" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... of which I lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why though? The noodles were a bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; dry. The fish cakes were gross to me. The soup was just okay. And the milo was too sweet. Some people are just so hard to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/905104673/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1227/905104673_26c7c2193b_o.jpg" alt="Hazman" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Btw, this is Hazman. Haha. Just trying to keep it child safe. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our brunch, Hazman took us to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;kai kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(a car ride) or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sightseeing&lt;/span&gt;. Although he really shouldn't have! Cos he hasn't even slept yet. He and his friends were out all night the night before cos they went&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fishing&lt;/span&gt;. The poor thing must've been incredibly tired yet he brought us all out around town... showed us where what was.. what area this place was.. what this building is.. where he used to go to school.. how sweet, yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the places he brought us to was to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signal Hill.&lt;/span&gt; The roads up Signal Hill was incredibly windy. In fact, I don't even recall a single time or a particular bit during the journey up nor down that was a straight road. You can check out the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; I recorded during our drive up the hill. No thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazman&lt;/span&gt; for turning &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wani and I&lt;/span&gt; into clothes in a dryer - tumbling about the place due to his driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI-6us80mvk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uI-6us80mvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/902934435/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1340/902934435_9780784c35_o.jpg" alt="Signal Hill Observatory" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh gawd I'm so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/902937083/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1216/902937083_206aed5043_o.jpg" alt="Taking pictures up on Signal Hill" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh gawd I'm so geeky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/902936295/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1422/902936295_af734c115b_o.jpg" alt="View from Signal Hill" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh gawd I'm in KK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Hazman's place where Hazman slept for the rest of the afternoon. Wani slept too. Wiena didn't sleep at all. She stayed up watching TV. I fell asleep watching TV with her but only for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 minutes&lt;/span&gt;. I fail at napping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, everyone (which means only Wani and Hazman) eventually managed to get up. And we all got ready to go out for dinner. We had planned to go out for dinner with Halim (another guy who was supposed to have come up to KK together with us but ended up going up earlier) as well as more of Hazman's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/902935187/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1267/902935187_440b5183a4_o.jpg" alt="Everyone hanging out at home" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone hanging out in the living room, watching TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/903782798/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1428/903782798_f5e4ef4b6f_o.jpg" alt="Random" height="507" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Was waiting for the rest of them to get ready to go out for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Those wordings? Hahaha! I didn't know what to write and the thought of all those cheap wrapping papers/pencil cases/exercise books with such random poems with bad english on them crossed my mind. I know. So random!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet up with the rest of them at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.30pm.&lt;/span&gt; We arrived just in time. We had gone to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanjung Aru&lt;/span&gt; where there was a variety of food to be found. For there was a seafood restaurant, a bar/bistro, as well as a food court. Then we found out that the rest of them were nowhere to be found. Btw, Wani didn't join us for dinner this night cos she decided to have dinner out with her friend. So Wiena, Hazman, and I waited for the others to come.. There was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tattoo parlour&lt;/span&gt; upstairs so we went there to check it out and to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906079997/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1175/906079997_c605cdf747_o.jpg" alt="Tattoo" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wiena asked me to pose cos she wanted to send her friend a MMS of someone outside a tattoo parlour? Sigh. Me as a prop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of a tattoo in the thought bubble.. Hmmm... No. I don't actually want that tattoo. I would like a prettier one. Although I do love star tattoos. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906076623/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1005/906076623_2871ba0ba8_o.jpg" alt="Hazman and Wiena" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wiena and Hazman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the rest of the people we were supposed to meet up with finally showed up... an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hour&lt;/span&gt; later! Bad bad bad first impression, guys. Tsk. Luckily for them, I'm such a kind and forgiving person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we spotted this little crab trying to run away from the restaurant. There was a seafood restaurant where we were. Hahaha. It was so cute. Go, little crabman, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906078327/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1240/906078327_1339d60cb6_o.jpg" alt="Runaway Crab" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we didn't go to the seafood restaurant. Instead, we went to this side which was like a bar/bistro. Wasn't sure what to order so I decided to play it safe and order the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fish and Chips&lt;/span&gt; which was labeled to be a "chef's recommendation" in the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited awhile and not before long, our food arrived. It was so funny! It turned out that everyone else at the table had ordered the exact same thing!! That had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; happened around me before. And we only realized when our food were served! Everyone at the table had ordered fish and chips. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that.. but it turned out that everyone had ordered the same drinks as well! Everyone had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coca cola&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, like totally wtf man. Except that one guy ordered a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cola light&lt;/span&gt; but that's close enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906934722/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1128/906934722_5b8f59b1c1_o.jpg" alt="Fish and Chips" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... the food didn't turn out so great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fish they used wasn't fresh but at least coca cola is dependable. And thankfully, no one got sick from eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wiena's dad&lt;/span&gt; just happened to be in KK that night. It was unexpected because her dad couldn't get a flight back to Miri from Labuan so the airline offered her dad to stay in KK for a night before flying back to Miri the next morning. Since he was there, Wiena wanted to be able to stay with him for the night. So right after we were done with dinner, Hazman, Wiena and I, drove back to Hazman's place to grab Wiena's luggage and then sent her to Sutera Harbour Resort, where her dad would be staying. Lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had made plans with the rest of them to meet up at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Signal Hill&lt;/span&gt;. So, Hazman and I (the only two left) drove up. Along the way, we ran into (not literally) Wani and her friend who was also headed up Signal Hill cos Wani had to meet up with us or else she wouldn't have any way to get back into the apartment later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906075799/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1205/906075799_9da8037be8_o.jpg" alt="Night View of KK" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906081563/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1055/906081563_245ed1663d_o.jpg" alt="Up on Signal Hill" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone with the exception of Wani, who was busy chit chatting on the phone, and Halim, who helped take this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather shy and hesitant to join them because it was my first time meeting most of them that night. One of the guys there, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awang,&lt;/span&gt; I knew from playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ragnarok Online&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha! Back in form 5, Wani, Halim, Hazman, Awang, and I, used to party together in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RO.&lt;/span&gt; It was really funny. Cos we were the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lousiest&lt;/span&gt; party in RO, ever. There were also other people in our party - Daniel, Kalus, Aaron, Faeez but there weren't with us in KK. Everyone who was in our party were all from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miri&lt;/span&gt;. All except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awang&lt;/span&gt; who was from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt;. He was only in our party cos he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hazman's &lt;/span&gt;friend. Back when Hazman used to school in KK before moving back to Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Our many misadventures in RO. Going here and there... having problems teleporting because our &lt;s&gt;mage&lt;/s&gt; acolyte was a bit of a ditz. And then having half the party left behind after teleporting. And how everyone died together in a cave after being attacked by monsters that were too high level for us puny newbies. And then not having anyone to help revive us cos apparently, our &lt;s&gt;mage&lt;/s&gt; acolyte ran away whilst the rest of us were fighting the monsters. Our &lt;s&gt;mage.&lt;/s&gt; acolyte. Tsk tsk. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! It was our first time meeting with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awang&lt;/span&gt; whom we've known for 4 years but never met face to face. Hahaha. So shy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways, after everyone was done chit chatting and drinking - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim Beam and Coke&lt;/span&gt;. We decided to make a move to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colour Ball&lt;/span&gt; to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906931312/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/906931312_c8f12df3d4_o.jpg" alt="Wani and Halim" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906082511/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1173/906082511_4e37a1094f_o.jpg" alt="Me and Halim" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was "apparently" bullying Halim so much that he "cried".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/914495406/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1422/914495406_0b5982afba_o.jpg" alt="Smelly Boys" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shannon, Halim &amp; Mel, Awang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I last played pool so yes, I sucked. At first, I played &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halim&lt;/span&gt;. I won. Haha. But then again, it was his first time playing pool so he was a bit clumsy about it. But it's all good cos I haven't played in years so I was as rusty as a nail left out in the rain for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/913641445/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1158/913641445_d69b2cb8dc_o.jpg" alt="Attempting to play pool." height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me in action. I look really strange trying to play pool Something about my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanjit&lt;/span&gt; came over to play me. We played about two or three rounds together and I won every single time. Although.. I do believe that someone let me win. Cos I've watched him playing the other guys before and he was really good at it. But somehow when he played me, I won? Pfft. Puh-lease. But it was so sweet of him. Some more after we were done playing, he paid on my behalf. I still feel bad about it. Cos I barely knew him and he was paying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/906932916/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1212/906932916_01d79a0712_o.jpg" alt="Guys playing pool." height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sanjit taking a shot while Mel looks on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Halim&lt;/span&gt; handed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wani&lt;/span&gt; a pool cue. And we found out that Wani was almost shorter than a pool cue!! Hahaha. So funny. Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/913640091/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1406/913640091_e865cef6bc_o.jpg" alt="Wani is short" height="507" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, everyone was hungry again.. you know, boy being boys. The garbage cans that you can always depend on to finish your food for you. Hehehe. So we left Colour Ball, and went to a nearby restaurant. It was maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 or 3am&lt;/span&gt; at the time. All the boys ate. I refrained. I wasn't hungry anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/914492388/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1385/914492388_538b4530ae_o.jpg" alt="Wani and Awang" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back home at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3am&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4am&lt;/span&gt; that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was only our first day in KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. It was also the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hottest&lt;/span&gt; day of all five days we spent in KK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2781034885250388528?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2781034885250388528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2781034885250388528&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2781034885250388528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2781034885250388528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/kk-trip-day-1.html' title='kk trip - day 1'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4340096247348666945</id><published>2007-07-24T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:29:35.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>if they were just like us</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, as my brother and I were walking back to the car, we came across a line of red ants marching across the corridor. I would've stepped right on them if Aaron did not warn me of them. Luckily, I drew back my foot in time. As I did that, I noticed that if you put your foot over these ants, they would run away to avoid being squished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, Aaron and I started imagining what they might've been saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/1583/antszr3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4340096247348666945?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4340096247348666945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4340096247348666945&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4340096247348666945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4340096247348666945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-they-were-like-us.html' title='if they were just like us'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-6182223196068673451</id><published>2007-07-24T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T15:41:24.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>at least my baby is good looking</title><content type='html'>"Cheh! &gt;:( go see shrink pulak end up cuci mata. Sanggup tell the bf again. Hrmph.." said the boyfriend in reply in an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went in to Curtin to see the counselor. Blah. Nothing special happened. My brother was with me when I went over cos he wanted to get some school stuff done. Blah also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of new kids registering and paying their fees. Cos apparently, this sem, they changed the day of which they would let the new kids register and pay their fees to the second day instead of the first day of orientation week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very crowded. So we had to wait for quite awhile before Aaron could have his turn up at the counters. In the meantime, I hung out with Ian and kept an eye out for any good looking new kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Ian if there were any good looking new kids around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What?? You're free already meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Noo... Was just wondering. I need motivation to keep me going to this place. No good looking kids, eh? I might as well drop out now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheh.. Someday I'll get everyone here to wear a mask of Mark's face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeeee.... so creepy."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So you basically guess what that SMS was about. Haha. I told Mark that there weren't any good looking new kids. Boo. But his reply was so cute &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more Australians coming in this sem. About 5 or 6 of them. Nothing special either unless you worship the ground that angmos walk on. If you do, you're so racist, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of an issue my mom was talking about the other day. She was saying how when she was in KL the other day and visited some resort in the highlands. I forgot which. She noticed how Malaysians treat Malaysians like shit. But how they treat white people extra nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend was around at the time. He said like, "Cos white people got money mar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom said that it's not only white people who's got money. A lot of Malaysians are rich as well. The Chinese, for example. And there are a lot of Indians who are really rich these days too. Not to be racist or anything. And not to say that all Chinese and all Indians are super rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so weird that you don't treat your own people with a little bit of respect. It's like saying that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you yourself&lt;/span&gt; don't deserve any respect. You are not white either. You're a Malaysian as well, right? You know that saying. Need I even mention what saying I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat others as you would like yourself to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote my mom, "They are NOT gods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes that we (Mirians) don't have that problem cos we're used to seeing them around all the time. Thanks to the oil and gas industry that brings these people in. So we know that they're no different than any other one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Not to say that no one is special at all. But you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, why would you treat your own people so badly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Malaysian and you treat Malaysians nicely and treat white people badly, then this whole situation would make more sense. But nooooo... Malaysians are just so backward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. This could've been my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sempena bulan kemerdekaan&lt;/span&gt; entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. All these rotten apples really tend to spoil the whole bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-6182223196068673451?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6182223196068673451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=6182223196068673451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6182223196068673451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6182223196068673451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/at-least-my-baby-is-good-looking.html' title='at least my baby is good looking'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5313090337660090769</id><published>2007-07-23T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:38:06.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>what's in a name?</title><content type='html'>Hurmmm.. I've been thinking about taking that last entry down. I feel that it makes me feel like I'm seeking attention. And I don't need pity. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! You know.. that's the number one thing I dread about growing old. That other people will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; me when I have grey hair or if I start balding. Gawd. No. Or if I'm unable to keep up with current technologies and I start looking at the public teleporter wondering if its supposed to be a photo/phone booth. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, don't bother commenting on that last entry. Don't feel like you have to say something to make things seem better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking of finally switching over to the new blogger. Simply because I got the opportunity to play around and figure out how to code it properly when I helped tweak &lt;a href="http://shinemysilhouette.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shine My Silhouette's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I've also been thinking about like, changing this blog's url. I have this feeling that most of the people that stumble upon this place expect there to be recipes for cupcakes and muffins. Or at least expect my blog to be a food blog. Haha! I remember the time when &lt;a href="http://spycykimchi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kym&lt;/a&gt; and I met another random blogger at the Miri International Jazz Fest this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Random: So you guys are bloggers too?&lt;br /&gt;Kym: Yups. I'm SpycyKimchi and she's Cupcakes and Muffins.&lt;br /&gt;Random: You guys are food bloggers?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Kym: No.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to redesign. Everything! I've been using white as a background colour for a long long long time now. Just have to figure out what colour would be good for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hum dee dum dum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But holidays are almost over and I might just get lazy again soon. Besides, it's fine the way it is now, right? Wow. How quick did I change my mind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5313090337660090769?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5313090337660090769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5313090337660090769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5313090337660090769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5313090337660090769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7797793794791580329</id><published>2007-07-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:45:54.437+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>it always starts out that way and ends that way too</title><content type='html'>It's the all too common I feel like blogging but I have no idea what to blog about feeling. But as usual, even with this kinda feeling, the entry is sure to be a long one. Hence, the title of entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping well for the past few days. That's cos I've been sleeping in my parents room to accompany my little sister since my parents have been away for the past 4 days. Leaving me to be responsible for the house and all. And their bedroom is so hot. I don't understand how they manage to sleep at night with the air-conditioner that seemingly does not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've been lacking sleep. Waking up early too cos I have to send the little sis to school and I'm not one to go back to bed after I've woken up. Tonight I'm back in my own room cos the rents are back. But tonight I don't feel like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny. I can't seem to be able to articulate my feelings as well as I think I used to be able to. I've gotten all too used to sugarcoating my life for this blog. Yeah, I SUGARCOAT. And if I do feel like blogging something personal. I have another blog to do that on. It's private and for me only. Such a pity too, I sometimes think. Cos there's raw emotions on that blog. And all that  glittery dramarama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. This blog is really boring to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this soft toy doggie that is currently lying next to me on my bed that has been with me for years now. It was a gift. From someone who had wanted me to be his girlfriend for what felt like eons ago. Unfortunately, I had to turn him down. I had fallen for someone else back then. Of course I felt bad about doing what I did. But I kept this dog that he gave me. And I liked smelling it. For some reason the dog had this wonderful scent. I do wonder if it was cos he sprayed some perfume or cologne on it before he gave it to me. From time to time, I liked to hold it up to me and smell it. Now I'm rather sad. Cos it has finally lost that smell. After 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still good friends. I was thinking back to that time where I was in my friend's living room. There was just the two of us there. He was going through some rough times. And we were just there on the couch talking about everything and nothing. He was lying on the couch with his head in my lap. Not to worry. We're just good friends that way. And it was nice that he trusted me enough to talk to me about what he's going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wonder why Mark doesn't do that to me. Come to me and talk. He says that he just doesn't want me to be unhappy for him.. and that I'm not there to help carry his burdens. He doesn't get that I want to carry his burdens. I want to be there for him to talk to. I want to listen to what he says.. I guess that's why I remember everything that we ever talked about. And I want to feel sad for him. And to carry him when he needs to be carried. Although I might not be so strong to do that.. I do hope that I do leviate whatever problems he has slightly, at the very least. Me being the hopeless romantic that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. my iTunes have been dishing out very mellow, quite depressing songs. Damn. Apple is quite impressive, eh? They even manage to program iTunes to churn out songs to match the mood of the user. Haha. Either that, or I have too many of these kinda songs. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my relationship with Mark is going to bring me. I feel like we're at an ends. But on some days, I feel like there's hope. Few weeks ago, I lost those "feelings". That was even before I left for KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to read private blog about how she felt during those dark times*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wrote about how I figured he would take the easy way out and try break up with me. Know what? That happened. I was so heartbroken to know that I was right. When he was trying to break up with me, I broke. I cried. I haven't done that in ages ever since I felt like I lost my feelings for him. And the fact that I cried showed that I cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got better after that.. I got my feelings for him back again. For a long time, I was worried because I didn't know whether it would come back or not. But it did. Especially after one night, we went out, and he heh.. *blush* .. he looked so handsome that I fell for him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem between us had not been that we don't love each other. We loved one another, of course. We were simply not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; love. Sigh. So.. I'm in love with him again.. but I don't think he's been in love with me and hasn't been in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why he was never like any other boyfriends I know. The ones that would love to post up pictures of them with their girlfriends because they're so proud of them. Or they just want others to know how in love they are. Kinda ew, thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how they like to take pictures of/with their girlfriends cos they're so beautiful in their eyes. Or how they walk hand in hand. Or how they miss them just as soon as they leave the room. And how they have icky mushy messages for each other in their MSN nicknames. I know it's all so high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to be his number one, for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to fall for me. I want him to think I'm beautiful. I want him to feel like there's only the two of us in a crowded room when he looks at me. I want him to send me a song because he loves it so much he simply wanted to share so that I could love it too. I want him to want me to be with him to do stuff together.. whether it is to read a book.. or to watch a movie.. or just to wash the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, the hopeless romantic, wants to be his number one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7797793794791580329?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7797793794791580329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7797793794791580329&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7797793794791580329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7797793794791580329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-always-starts-out-that-way-and-ends.html' title='it always starts out that way and ends that way too'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3217260774048740947</id><published>2007-07-19T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:55:37.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>hey, i want to tell you something</title><content type='html'>You know what..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something I want.. like.. really really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really will love you long time if you make this happen for me really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just kidding. But seriously! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Like how White Goodman says it from Dodgeball, the movie)&lt;/span&gt; Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I WANT TO GO TO SINGFEST 2007!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out the awesome line-up that they've got planned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;August 8: 5pm to 11pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet Shop Boys&lt;br /&gt;The Stranglers&lt;br /&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Ray&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Bach Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;August 9: 1pm to 11pm&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gym Class Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avenged SevenFold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hinder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowned King&lt;br /&gt;MXPX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Academy Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Noisettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Buck Short&lt;br /&gt;The Great Spy Experiment&lt;br /&gt;Eye Candy Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I don't mind missing the first day's performers. But I seriously want to be there for the second day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. And it's a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humongous BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1253/849652435_cac547a342_o.jpg" alt="estimated cost" height="379" width="555" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Le sigh... :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.singfest.sg/"&gt;singfest&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/stix/images/internetcontent/sing0807/doc/Singfest_FINAL.jpg"&gt;poster&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.mtvasia.com/News/200707/18014528.html"&gt;news&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=1070"&gt;buy tickets&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-3217260774048740947?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3217260774048740947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3217260774048740947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3217260774048740947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3217260774048740947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-i-want-to-tell-you-something.html' title='hey, i want to tell you something'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-259642165056340370</id><published>2007-07-19T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:55:59.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>world of webcamwhoring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you have a webcam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do.. then you're welcome to join me in the world of webcamwhoring at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cameroid.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cameroid!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *click*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameroid lets you choose between several effects. My favourite has been the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheap Romantic&lt;/span&gt;, as well as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe. I found it very easy to use. Just remember to allow it to access your computer's webcam. Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even lets you save the pictures you took with the effects. Check some of mine out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847596419/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/847596419_2c832d0fa9_o.jpg" alt="watching the kill" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just me. Normal. No special effects whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;What was I doing? I was watching The Kill on MTV. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847602031/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1035/847602031_e7ee85d6ef_o.jpg" alt="dollar ah lian" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to do an ah lian pose.&lt;br /&gt;Cos how weird would it be if our dollar notes had our leaders posing that way?&lt;br /&gt;It's not a very good picture but I just couldn't bring myself to striking another pose like that again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847598509/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1045/847598509_e43d04e438_o.jpg" alt="monkey" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848462708/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1220/848462708_f19eb230f1_o.jpg" alt="shadow play" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to look like a comic book/superhero kinda style.&lt;br /&gt;But the pixels were a bit too large that I couldn't figure out what kinda pose to do.&lt;br /&gt;So I was just showing you how to make the shadow of a dog with your hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847596681/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1219/847596681_3caa8aaab7_o.jpg" alt="ghostly" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would look so creepy as a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice my lousy brother who ruined the shot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848463440/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1119/848463440_69074e333a_o.jpg" alt="siamese twins" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're conjoined at the forehead. Doctors say that it's too much of a risk to separate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847601645/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1217/847601645_f83527409e_o.jpg" alt="depressed cartoon character" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh. Oh, the life of a depressed cartoon character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847599047/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1192/847599047_43398916ff_o.jpg" alt="pop art" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... don't ask me what I was trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847601011/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/847601011_66918b46f9_o.jpg" alt="all about you" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm doing all this just for you, right?&lt;br /&gt;You, you and you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cheap Romantic Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848466642/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1381/848466642_2c157ce29b_o.jpg" alt="dreaming of mark" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848465824/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1108/848465824_36fb9251d4_o.jpg" alt="dreaming of brandon" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848466990/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1207/848466990_2285e63c6b_o.jpg" alt="dreaming of my love" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848466120/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1299/848466120_184d89d71c_o.jpg" alt="dreaming of love" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mona Lisa Series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847598083/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1113/847598083_36393c304b_o.jpg" alt="mona lisa smile" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to do the mysterious famous Mona Lisa smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/847597619/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/847597619_4355e1b352_o.jpg" alt="mona lisa furrow" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa and her furrowed face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848460390/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1312/848460390_aed394e770_o.jpg" alt="mona lisa disapproving" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa thinks that your checkered pants SO does not match your checkered shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/848460106/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1186/848460106_a4f328dc4c_o.jpg" alt="mona lisa crazy smile" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mona Lisa gives your little children this look when your back is turned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-259642165056340370?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/259642165056340370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=259642165056340370&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/259642165056340370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/259642165056340370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-have-webcam-if-you-do.html' title='world of webcamwhoring'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2398011482789208710</id><published>2007-07-17T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:21:10.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>sing this song, remind me that we'll always have each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RpwsZQQxZLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eak4xyb4YiI/s200/Incubus+-+Light+Grenades.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087990491395482802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubus - Dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Incubus&lt;br /&gt;Title: Dig&lt;br /&gt;Album: Light Grenades&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been obsessed with this song for quite some time now. Been wanting to share but.. I just never found the time, somehow. My create-a-new-post would always be open when I first go online but I never do anything on it. It's about time I did share though. It's the least I can do for my hubby, Brandon Boyd. &lt;3 I love the way he would roll his Rs in this song.. so sexy! Hehehe. I feel like I've fallen in love all over again with them with this new album. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.andydvorak.net/blog/photos/misc/Brandon%20Boyd%20singing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love in action, rocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.43things.com/profile/00/01/ed/126254pw400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes.... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/833807016/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1206/833807016_fc43b8afef.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="incubus" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby with his band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We all have a weakness&lt;br /&gt;But some of ours are easier to identify&lt;br /&gt;Look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And ask for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;We'll make a pact to never speak that word again&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you are my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have something that digs at us&lt;br /&gt;Atleast we dig each other&lt;br /&gt;So when weakness turns my ego up&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll count on the me from yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another&lt;br /&gt;Dig me up from under what is covering&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a sickness&lt;br /&gt;That cleverly attaches and multiplies&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have someone that digs at us&lt;br /&gt;Atleast we dig each other&lt;br /&gt;So when sickness turns my ego up&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll act as a clever medicine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another&lt;br /&gt;Dig me up from under what is covering&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, each other… when everything else is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh oh oh oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I turn into another&lt;br /&gt;Dig me up from under what is covering&lt;br /&gt;The better part of me&lt;br /&gt;Sing this song&lt;br /&gt;Remind me that we'll always have each other&lt;br /&gt;When everything else is gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, each other… when everything else is gone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, each other… when everything else is gone&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqBKYrBMy9Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqBKYrBMy9Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2398011482789208710?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2398011482789208710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2398011482789208710&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2398011482789208710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2398011482789208710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/sing-this-song-remind-me-that-well.html' title='sing this song, remind me that we&apos;ll always have each other'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RpwsZQQxZLI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eak4xyb4YiI/s72-c/Incubus+-+Light+Grenades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1705897258570821625</id><published>2007-07-12T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T15:39:45.007+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>exploding minds</title><content type='html'>Life is getting harder.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have to face the things that have been thrown at me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is still intent on killing me by shoveling shit to cover my grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of blog posts is due mainly to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1705897258570821625?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1705897258570821625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1705897258570821625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1705897258570821625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1705897258570821625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/exploding-minds.html' title='exploding minds'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8821639337936989115</id><published>2007-07-09T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:44:32.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>you'll be smart to figure this out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just want to push that image laden entry further down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results are coming out in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Eeeeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. I'm hungry. I wonder what's for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mungkin kau takkan pernah tahu&lt;br /&gt;Betapa mudahnya kau untuk dikagumi...&lt;br /&gt;nananananananana...&lt;br /&gt;nananananananana...&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kau takkan pernah sadar&lt;br /&gt;Betapa mudahnya kau untuk dicintai...&lt;br /&gt;nananananananana...&lt;br /&gt;nananananananana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheila on 7 &lt;/span&gt;- Pemuja Rahsia&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/378722760627039481-8821639337936989115?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8821639337936989115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8821639337936989115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8821639337936989115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8821639337936989115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/youll-be-smart-to-figure-this-out.html' title='you&apos;ll be smart to figure this out'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1475819372567150633</id><published>2007-07-07T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T16:49:40.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>singapore's orchid garden</title><content type='html'>Wow... there are actually tonnes to blog about. I have tonnes of pictures that you haven't seen yet. Hahaha. And I was planning to blog about all of them but oh well.. just got busy and all that. So... hope you don't mind that the stuff I'm about to blog about is a tad bit expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures for this post will be a tad bit big. One of the mornings in Singapore, we followed my aunt over to the Botanical Gardens because we wanted to check the place out. And also since my aunt was going for her daily morning exercise so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484014413/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/484014413_1317a75140_o.jpg" alt="DSC09079" height="382" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mark and I were walking around taking pictures of each other.. this guy that was exercising nearby came up to us and offered to take a picture of the both of us together. That was a nice thing to do! I was a bit wary about handing my camera over to someone I didn't know.. but we were in Singapore and you can afford to be more lax about these kinda things than say in places like maybe India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484014417/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/198/484014417_e299faca49_o.jpg" alt="DSC09082" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look so fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go around the main garden cos we didn't want to waste time. So we went straight to the Orchid Gardens. To enter that place, we had to pay an entrance fee. Otherwise, just entering the botanical gardens would be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484014423/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/484014423_fef006705a_o.jpg" alt="DSC09085" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484014425/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/206/484014425_82c8078612_o.jpg" alt="DSC09089" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked these orchids. The shade of purple is just so appealing to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also special orchids that were genetically engineered. These orchids were made by the people right there responsible for the botanical gardens. They would usually name these orchids after famous people who would visit the gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they even made one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484014429/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/484014429_2302872d84_o.jpg" alt="DSC09106" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha! Unfortunately they spelt my name wrong! Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the orchids specially engineered for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484014431/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/231/484014431_946b7fae79_o.jpg" alt="DSC09108" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. I just realised "I" also visited the botanical gardens before I was born. Hmmm. Could I have been wrong about the orchids not being for me? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484062357/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/484062357_d89d8f6f3d_o.jpg" alt="DSC09118" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam. Whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I lost those earrings. Which was too bad cos I really loved them. Mark bought them for me. Sort of anyway. =( I think I lost them when I went over to Seremban for the Chinese New Year celebrations. Took them off.. and then they just completely disappeared! Sigh. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sedih&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484062389/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/228/484062389_1141793ee8_o.jpg" alt="DSC09123" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484062391/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/205/484062391_f1be93eb93_o.jpg" alt="DSC09126" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484054678/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/484054678_dabaa0f9be_o.jpg" alt="DSC09136" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484054684/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/226/484054684_d27c7867f6_o.jpg" alt="DSC09144" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484084034/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/484084034_83b7e8aafb_o.jpg" alt="DSC09124" height="384" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a weed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/484084040/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/484084040_47938d8ff0_o.jpg" alt="DSC09134" height="571" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745044752/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1236/745044752_c7b3109440_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09142" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute lah all these decorative garden things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/744183575/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1183/744183575_f2b9462bc2_o.jpg" width="428" height="571" alt="DSC09152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the point of blogging about a garden if I don't put it's residents up on show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/744184909/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/744184909_b08ce6e6f5_o.jpg" width="428" height="571" alt="DSC09154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flower is kinda freaky.. cos it was so big. It was like a monster mutant orchid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745048270/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/745048270_35bd6809b4_o.jpg" width="428" height="571" alt="DSC09158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the colours on this orchid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745049352/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1002/745049352_393941d981_o.jpg" width="428" height="571" alt="DSC09160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason.. when I look at this picture... a mental image of the Alien from like, Alien Vs. Predator comes to mind. Some deep psychological problem maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745050544/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/745050544_45d1c997c5_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745051824/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1048/745051824_119c39d8e2_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745637987/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1287/745637987_4c14ce1727_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the little fatty! Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that place was really cool. It was like a huge refrigerator which Mark and I truly appreciated after walking around in the sun that whole morning. I don't think I have to explain why the place is like a giant refrigerator. Duh. It's for the plants that prosper in cold climates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the pretty landscape shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745638737/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/745638737_1523509daf_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745639471/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1104/745639471_2ebd28db3a_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/745640225/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1301/745640225_181b11bb42_o.jpg" width="428" height="571" alt="DSC09222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/746500976/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/746500976_235d27f5bb_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lah.. I know it's not a landscape shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/746501870/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1067/746501870_4410078d2f_o.jpg" width="428" height="571" alt="DSC09233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yata!! I did it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tricked Mark into doing that shot. He was actually looking the other way when I yelled, "YAAATAAAAAA!!" then he turned around and put his hands up to join me to say YATA! as well but I had my camera already focused and ready and took this snapshot. Haha. Sucker. Teeheehee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/746502576/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1281/746502576_598943e9e9_o.jpg" width="512" height="384" alt="DSC09238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a damn freak but like, I dunno.. it's either my tired face or my I want to shower face or my staring at the sun face. Can't remember. Haha. Could be all three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Botanical Gardens is a very beautiful place to visit. And a must go! And you must especially visit the Orchid Gardens. You don't have to go around the main garden. Just go visit the Orchid Garden is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have the time, do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even better if you could pack a picnic basket, go the the gardens, and just sit about, enjoying your food and the scenery. Did that before too when I was younger. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1475819372567150633?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1475819372567150633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1475819372567150633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1475819372567150633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1475819372567150633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/singapores-orchid-garden.html' title='singapore&apos;s orchid garden'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5704411153083679893</id><published>2007-07-04T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:47:31.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>the one regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My only regret about turning 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only reloaded 10 ringgit for my phone when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50% more credit&lt;/span&gt; would have been reloaded for you if you reloaded before/on/after your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(out of credit) =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5704411153083679893?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5704411153083679893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5704411153083679893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5704411153083679893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5704411153083679893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-regret.html' title='the one regret'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8156984476169660145</id><published>2007-07-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:40:47.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>KK was such a blast!</title><content type='html'>I got back from KK on Saturday. I still feel like I want to be there. Like &lt;a href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-kk.html"&gt;Wani said&lt;/a&gt;, my heart is still in KK. Wow. When I got back that Saturday night... I really like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rindu lah&lt;/span&gt;. KK was such a blast. I didn't expect to enjoy my stay there as much I did even! But I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to say a huge thank you to Hazman, our host, who managed to bear with having to live with three girls and only two bathrooms. And all the other new friends we made whilst in KK. Haha! And Awang... who we never met in person before but gotten to know him through Ragnarok Online! We're so lame!! That was back in Form 5.. we were in the same Party together. And we had a lot of misadventures in RO. I think we were the lousiest party ever. Hahaha. But we had a ton of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.. imagine.. Wani only wanted to stay 4 days.. but she accidentally booked an extra day cos she forgot how to count days. So then we all stayed 5 days instead.. and even then it felt too short. It WAS too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely sad that it has to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first day we arrived, we've been staying out till 3 in the morning.. only getting back at about 4 and sleeping around that time too... then waking up before noon and going out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say.. by the end of it, we were very sleep deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved every minute of it. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8156984476169660145?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8156984476169660145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8156984476169660145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8156984476169660145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8156984476169660145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/07/kk-was-such-blast.html' title='KK was such a blast!'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8068598428262641857</id><published>2007-06-25T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:21:17.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>i'm so hungry i think i'll eat my friend, captain bard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rn_oZ0FXatI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EzfX9tUPKtQ/s1600-h/completely+different.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rn_oZ0FXatI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EzfX9tUPKtQ/s400/completely+different.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080034434872732370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh. Don't mind me. ^^ It was all random and no directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm gonna miss you! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed for some reason. Weeeeeiird!&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/378722760627039481-8068598428262641857?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8068598428262641857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8068598428262641857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8068598428262641857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8068598428262641857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-hungry-i-think-ill-eat-my-friend.html' title='i&apos;m so hungry i think i&apos;ll eat my friend, captain bard'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rn_oZ0FXatI/AAAAAAAAAOY/EzfX9tUPKtQ/s72-c/completely+different.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1137481597906886881</id><published>2007-06-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:36:31.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>not ready yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's Monday and it's less than 24 hours before I will be getting on that plane and flying off to Kota Kinabalu and I haven't even packed. I feel so unprepared! I'm not ready to go yet. What if I forget to bring something? What if I bring too much? What if I run out of money? What if I starve? What if I'm too fat to fit in my swimsuit? What if... whoa... I think I'm panicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1137481597906886881?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1137481597906886881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1137481597906886881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1137481597906886881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1137481597906886881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-ready-yet.html' title='not ready yet'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-948009803421529586</id><published>2007-06-22T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:40:40.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>check out how many times i brush my teeth</title><content type='html'>Wow. Did anyone notice that I've managed to blog everyday for the past week or so? I know I kinda missed Friday and Saturday but that's the magic of blogs! We get to manipulate time and space!! Muahahahahahaa. My record is so not broken yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://crabhacker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anod&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://spycykimchi.blogspot.com/"&gt;TheOtherKim&lt;/a&gt;. Not complaining cos I didn't have any idea what to blog. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;How many..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Cookies could you eat at once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One at a time lah. Regardless of how much you suffer from listening to me talk, I don't have that big a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Times do you clean your room a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blink blink blink* Ahhhh.... *thinking really hard* Twice at the very least. But my room isn't that messy either, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Times do you pee during the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Times you bathe your pets in a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehee... my pet is very smart. He takes his own showers everyday. He's a clean and pretty smelling pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Times you brush your teeth a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!! Okay... kinda embarrassing? I think I'm rather anal about having clean teeth.. I've been reading other peoples' memes and they always say twice a day...&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;six times a day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Meals you eat a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one. Usually two. Sometimes three. I try not to make it four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Approximate pounds of chocolate you’ve consumed in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blush!!* I'm a bit of a chocoholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Times do you cry a week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha... dang! Uh... just this week I've cried probably four times already. Poor Mark, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;But it's just been an emotional time at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Jeans that you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. One. People.. I need more jeans... seriously. The only ones I own now are starting to make me look fat. :'(&lt;br /&gt;I'm a poor person. Buy me jeans.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, one of my lifelong dreams is to own a Levi's that I look totally hot in.&lt;br /&gt;(My birthday is coming up next week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Money in your wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two ringgit&lt;/span&gt; left! I'm a poor poor girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Times have you dyed your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once. Don't let me do it ever again unless I have the money to go back to the saloon ever so often for treatments!&lt;br /&gt;Or unless you provide me with enough money to keep my hair from being damaged again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Hours of TV do you watch a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Oh gosh. With the current holiday.. I've become a total couch potato!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Sodas do you consume in a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Sheep do you want on your farm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about 5000? Is that a lot? I just want them spread across my fields to create this magnificent scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in/support:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghosts?&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aliens?&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Neh.. those immigrants. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abortion?&lt;/span&gt; Yes but only for cases such as rape where having a baby would threaten the life of a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superstitions?&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Botox?&lt;/span&gt; Seems harmless enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plastic surgery?&lt;/span&gt; Yes. But not in excess (porn stars).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Religion?&lt;/span&gt; Yes. But not cults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bible? &lt;/span&gt;I have to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yourself?&lt;/span&gt; I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage? &lt;/span&gt;I'm a total girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divorce? &lt;/span&gt;NO! Except in abusive marriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IF IF IF……….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If you could go back to any age, what age would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3!! I was cute. Innocence was total bliss. And everyone loved to carry me around. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I like being carried what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. If you met an alien she’d look like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I even know it was a girl?&lt;br /&gt;She'd look like a hillbilly!! Human but not quite!! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) For my family to have a healthy and happy life. (I was gonna ask for true love but then... why should I wish for something I already have?)&lt;br /&gt;2) 6 billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;3) World peace forever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. If you were up for sale, your ad description would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;5' 6''.&lt;br /&gt;Slim.&lt;br /&gt;Willing to experiment.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Which one are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You are a city OR country person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of a city girl. Not very used to the country. But... I could get used to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You think more with Passion OR Logic?&lt;br /&gt;Passion when it comes to relationships, family, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Logic when it comes to problem solving, maths, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. You’d rather die with your love by your side, OR without them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lah. Who do you know who wouldn't want their loved ones beside them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. You’d rather drink Milk OR juice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Your a Cat OR dog person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog. Cats smelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Smoothies OR Milkshakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milkshakes~~ Chocolate milkshake please! Ooh ooh! NO! I want Cookies and Cream Milkshake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Night Owl OR Day Bird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day bird. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Chocolate Cake OR Apple Pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Chocolate cake lerr... tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Alternative rock OR 70s Disco Music?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Do you like your mate to be skinny winy or have a little chunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little chunk! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Rather get quilled by a porcupine OR stung by a jelly fish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather NOT get quilled by a porcupine NOR stung by a jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM IS TAGGING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I read your blog, you're IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-948009803421529586?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/948009803421529586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=948009803421529586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/948009803421529586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/948009803421529586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/check-out-how-many-times-i-brush-my.html' title='check out how many times i brush my teeth'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8292527317343432572</id><published>2007-06-21T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:17:00.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>presenting kaypoh</title><content type='html'>I got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;special something&lt;/span&gt; for everyone today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fiddling around with my webcam, again. Yeah... remember &lt;a href="http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/plenty-retarded.html"&gt;the last time&lt;/a&gt; I was fooling around taking pictures with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know.. my webcam automatically takes a picture everytime you switch it on. So this was a result of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/579616672/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1095/579616672_e957f28fb5.jpg" alt="Kimmy" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so funny. I guess I always have some weird funny expression on my face when I'm not actually too aware of what I look like. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. That's not the special thing. And I'm not going to take funny pictures of myself using my webcam again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what?? I made a videoblog! My first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but I have to apologize beforehand that the volume for my video might be a little bit soft... so if you're gonna watch it (please watch it please), you're probably gonna have to put your MSN Messenger status on Busy so that it wouldn't make any noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you won't get a heart attack everytime someone nudges you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget to put the volume on your PC back down again after you're done watching it. Afterward you turn on your music and you'll be in for a loud shock. Not only you.. but everyone else around you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a little spastic in my video. Haha! Word of warning. I'm also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titles and graphics were created using Photoshop. Video was edited using Windows Movie Maker. I lost my Adobe Premier CD. Still looking for it. But once I do find it, I will consider making more movies. Uh... also considering that you guys don't hate the one I make now. The entire process including recording and editing took less than one and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! And please comment. Thank you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3BmKEVBmBo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D3BmKEVBmBo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8292527317343432572?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8292527317343432572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8292527317343432572&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8292527317343432572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8292527317343432572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/presenting-kaypoh.html' title='presenting kaypoh'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1095/579616672_e957f28fb5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4890291602928794155</id><published>2007-06-20T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:35:45.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>grinning widely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/574055736/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/574055736_cd1bf75263_o.jpg" alt="flying to kk" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flight plan. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/574265999/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1132/574265999_1e3e5520c9_o.jpg" alt="Tanjung Aru Sunset" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunset at Tanjung Aru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/574056466/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1208/574056466_46ab56847e_o.jpg" alt="Manukan" height="320" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Manukan Island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I've never been gone anywhere (vacation-wise) without family before. Mark your calendars for I shall be gone from the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26th June - 30th June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited on going! Eventhough I don't really know what to expect out of the trip. I'll be flying over via icky AirAsia together with Marwina and Wani! Our friend Halim will be going over ahead of us. He'll be going to KK on the 24th. And then we will all return back to Miri on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the plane that we would be taking would have air-conditioning. My friend told me before that once he and his family were flying over to KK and the plane did not have any air conditioning! What the. At least..... at the very least... a flight over to KK is only half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to stay at Hazman's place but his parents won't be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mom asked me, "Are Hazman's parents going to be around? I don't think so, right.. cos his family is in KL now." and you can see it on her face that she expects me to come home pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew! I told Wani about it and she told me that Wiena also said almost the same thing.. she said that Wiena was like, "What do they expect.. like we're going to have sex party like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyerrr... why are our parents so gross lah? Wani said that parents these days think that all that kids want to do is have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we are definitely going to visit the islands. I've only ever gone island hopping in KK once before cos every other time I've been to KK I've only stayed at the hotels. I forgot which one was it.. the one with a lot of stuff to do at.. with golf, para sailing, jet skiing, banana boating, scuba diving, and there's also an arcade and a day care center for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird, right? Go all the way there only to stay at the hotel. But I loved that hotel. It was so cool. And so high class. At least from what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember making a last minute trip over to KK just to spend New Year's there. We flew like, on the 31st of December and came back on the 2nd of January. I remember how magnificent the fireworks were! We never got fireworks like that in Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to do some shopping~ &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muahahahaahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. *Grins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4890291602928794155?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4890291602928794155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4890291602928794155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4890291602928794155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4890291602928794155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/grinning-widely.html' title='grinning widely'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1791095726047815376</id><published>2007-06-20T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:57:26.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something deep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>the truth is</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/span&gt;. Streaming online too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic stuff. I barely have to wait for the videos to load to watch them. Which must mean that the loading time should be super fast for you other people out there. My router is a bit messed. *shrugs* So my internet speed is running slower than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I felt really sad watching the movie. Cos it got me wondering.. what if I was in a coma.. how would people react to it? Would they feel sad? Would they still have hope that I will one day wake up? Or will they pull the plug on me? Yeah, rather morbid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought instead.. What if Mark got into a coma? And for a very long time. I thought about it.. and I figured I will be very sad, heartbroken, and scared. I know those are the obvious reactions to the situation where a loved one gets into a coma, but.. lately it's been hard to tell if I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. scary. And for awhile, I was scared. Just last weekend, I admitted to him that I haven't felt for him the way I should being his girlfriend. I don't know whether I should've said it out loud, and especially to him.. but who else can you be truly honest to, if it's not your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking about him being in a coma... and knowing that I would be so broken by it.. I'm sure that I love him. He is a bit hard to love though. He's not like the normal guy.. who would give up everything for his girlfriend. He's not the kinda guy that knows how to be romantic. He's not one to buy flowers for no reason except to see her smile. He's not one to shout it from the rooftops that he's crazy for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for me, I'm so... I would love for my boyfriend to be fun, adventurous, taking risks, and to not be ashamed of me and for what we have. Hopeless romantic. Yeah, I told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile that I've written anything like this. But I can make an exception. It's midnight.. so when else is it more appropriate for someone to get all emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago.. we almost broke up. Heh. Felt something there just having to admit that it happened. But yeah.. it did. We were both going through shits.. we weren't at our best. He decided that we should probably go on a "break". An all too familiar road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke. I mean.. I really broke. I cried, I sobbed. I did not care who heard me. I was so scared. I hated what happened during my last two so-called "breaks" with previous ex-boyfriends. They were cowards who didn't know how else to break up with me. So they said we'll just have a "break" from one another. But after awhile, I would find out that they've been seeing someone else behind my back or that they've already moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want that to happen again.. I couldn't believe it was happening again.. I took it badly. I took it like I had no shame. I took it not as a "break" but as a "breakup". Mark understood why I was overreacting.. but he stood by me the whole time.. I have no idea how long I cried.. and I have no words to describe how broken my heart felt that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go on a break that night nor did we break up. He held me for hours that night. I know he's not like the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may not be easy to love at times. But I do love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1791095726047815376?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1791095726047815376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1791095726047815376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1791095726047815376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1791095726047815376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/truth-is.html' title='the truth is'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-9214217979332123456</id><published>2007-06-19T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:31:07.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>it was never my intention to brag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rnekm0FXarI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LL1SHTgNoyA/s200/ParamoreRiot%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077708091606657714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paramore - Misery Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Paramore&lt;br /&gt;Title: Misery Business&lt;br /&gt;Album: Riot!&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving this song. And I'm totally digging Hayley's hair! I have honestly always wanted hair like hers. All spunky, colourful, so in your face and so out there. But unfortunately, I don't have the matching attitude that kinda hair demands. But it looks simply gorgeous on her! It is also so great how she's so tiny but she's got this huge attitude and voice to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RneoWEFXasI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/ONESZ2mtGNA/s400/paramore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top&lt;br /&gt;She's got a body like an hourglass that's tickin like a clock&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time before we all run out...&lt;br /&gt;When I thought he was mine she caught him by the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited eight long months&lt;br /&gt;She finally set him free&lt;br /&gt;I told him I can't lie he was the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks and we had caught on fire&lt;br /&gt;She's got it out for me&lt;br /&gt;But I wear the biggest smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;But god does it feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;Cause god it just feels so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change&lt;br /&gt;Once a whore you're nothing more, I'm sorry, that'll never change&lt;br /&gt;And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry honey, but I'm passing up, now look this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you&lt;br /&gt;Looking as innocent as possible to get to who&lt;br /&gt;They want and what they like it's easy if you do it right&lt;br /&gt;Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;But god does it feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him right now&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;Cause god it just feels so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched his wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving you&lt;br /&gt;Just watch my wildest dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them involving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.. I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... I never meant to brag&lt;br /&gt;But I got him where I want him now&lt;br /&gt;Whoa... it was never my intention to brag&lt;br /&gt;To steal it all away from you now&lt;br /&gt;But god does it feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got him where I want him right now&lt;br /&gt;And if you could then you know you would&lt;br /&gt;Cause god it just feels so...&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so good&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WATCH THIS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aCyGvGEtOwc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-9214217979332123456?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/9214217979332123456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=9214217979332123456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/9214217979332123456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/9214217979332123456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-was-never-my-intention-to-brag.html' title='it was never my intention to brag'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rnekm0FXarI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LL1SHTgNoyA/s72-c/ParamoreRiot%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7352088498609085786</id><published>2007-06-18T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:32:03.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i got the chicken pox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/562289292/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/562289292_f3e5f7f3dd_o.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="facialed" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my facial yesterday at &lt;a href="http://www.dermalogica.com"&gt;Dermalogica&lt;/a&gt;. My skin now is all red and blotchy, thank you very much. So please don't freak and run in the other direction thinking I got some contagious skin disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went after church. Was late for my appointment. Cos no one bothered to wake me up for church, so I didn't manage to take my shower in time. So right after I got back from breakfast after church, I hopped into the shower. But by that time, it was already 10.50am. My appointment is at 11am. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Mark rushing me to get out of the shower. We were gonna go together, see. :P We reached Dermalogica at 11.20am. Anyways, I was so relaxed during my facial that I fell asleep several times. Hahaha! The most hateful bit was when they got out the evil metal stick and start to pick out all the evil grit and grime from your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so embarrassed when I jumped so much and almost fell off the bed. The girl that was doing my facial for me put an extremely cold mask on my face. Either I didn't hear her warn me cos I was asleep or cos she just didn't say anything. Cos when I felt that cold mask going onto my face, I jumped. It was so cold. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facial that I went for costs about RM170 but I only paid RM150 for it. Haha. Yeah, that's a lot of money, right? :P I would usually go for a treatment that only costs about RM100 but they recommended this other treatment instead. I know it sounds like I got conned eh? But the clincher was when they said that I didn't need the other treatment that I usually went for cos my skin was so much better already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our facials, we  dropped by Mark's place for awhile before heading over to Imperial. Usually I would be very self conscious about being seen in public after a facial cos I would be very very red and blotchy but I didn't mind cos I was with my boyfriend and as long as he was there, then I am fine. Wah. I sound so self absorbed. Like I don't care about anyone anymore when I got a bf. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went shopping all afternoon. =) And had a very late lunch at 4.30pm at Dave's Deli. Had my yummy yummy Spaghetti Carbonara - Turkey Ham. You should have it too!! Mark had fish and chips. Got home at about 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7352088498609085786?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7352088498609085786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7352088498609085786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7352088498609085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7352088498609085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-chicken-pox.html' title='i got the chicken pox'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-836120591557249883</id><published>2007-06-16T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T12:33:48.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media'/><title type='text'>avatar</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile that I've blogged anything real. And my blog's starting to get a little laden with images. It must be terrible for anyone still stuck with a dial up connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been so long that I've blogged anything real that I don't feel like I can simply do it anymore. =( It's really hard to get back into things when you've been out of it for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on. I'm gonna get myself some cereal to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*returns with a yummy bowl of cornflakes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm typing all of this while watching TV. Hahahaha. I'm so amazing that I can type all this out without even looking at the keyboard. Thank goodness I can do this, you know? This way, I won't have to miss a single minute of any of my shows. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; on Nickelodeon. I actually love this show. It's so epic!! Too bad I don't know anyone else who watches this show. It's cool cos they've got all this powers... fire bending, wind bending, earth bending, and water bending. Not all of them has all of them though. It depends on which tribe they came from and depending on the tribe which they come from, they will have the ability to "bend" or control certain elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.impawards.com/tv/posters/avatar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Avatar is someone special.. like Neo from the Matrix. The supposed chosen one. And he's the only air bender left on earth. The other Avatars have been killed, I think. I don't really get to follow the show cos I don't know when it's on. I just watch it when it just happens to be on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.realmsend.com/Nickelodeon/avatar_mag/avatar_cover_med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Avatar is going around trying to learn all the bending techniques and to master them while he is being chased by some tribes that are out to kill him which I'm still not sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! The story seems to be very interesting. Once, they managed to capture the Avatar, but another person on the inside of that tribe who's been after him for so long, for some reason turned his back on his tribe and helped the Avatar to escape. DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.watchmojo.com/blogs/images/avatar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know why. I miss too many of the episodes, I think. =( Oh, and the fight scenes are so fun! And sometimes they are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so epic&lt;/span&gt; when one tribes goes up against another tribe. Then another tribe's livelihood is threatened, and then drama and magic, and death, and then survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, do you watch the show? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;PS. I really can't stop with the images these days. I'm sorry!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-836120591557249883?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/836120591557249883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=836120591557249883&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/836120591557249883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/836120591557249883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/avatar.html' title='avatar'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2834698579928687282</id><published>2007-06-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T16:36:12.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>just to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/550451927_b2edd6e440_o.jpg" alt="drooling at the ceiling" border="0" height="495" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW!&lt;/span&gt; Have you guys seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justice's&lt;/span&gt; music video, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.A.N.C.E.&lt;/span&gt;? I thought it was pretty cool. I especially liked the part where a keyboard just falls out from under that girl's T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that they have another version of their video. There's the one that we usually see on TV and another which.... I have no idea why we don't see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; one here too. Maybe cos it's more explicit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only by slightly! And I do like how the other video ended better than the one we get on TV here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first video is the one we usually get to see on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; and the one after is the one that we only get to see through &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo_QVq2lGMs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fo_QVq2lGMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3b1c408gOM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w3b1c408gOM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I especially like to get them to play at the same time just to be able to spot the differences. It is wicked fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2834698579928687282?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2834698579928687282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2834698579928687282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2834698579928687282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2834698579928687282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-to-say.html' title='just to say'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-422157296457605756</id><published>2007-06-08T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:15:16.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the news'/><title type='text'>the accidental adventure</title><content type='html'>Did you guys happen to catch this little piece of news? I found it totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;div class="sh"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;&lt;div class="sh"&gt;      Wheelchair man gets highway ride     &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;     &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="203"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/43022000/jpg/_43022365_wheelchair_ap.203b.jpg" alt="Unidentified 21-year-old man in Michigan state in his wheelchair lodged in the front of a truck" border="0" height="152" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="203" /&gt;     &lt;div class="cap"&gt;The unidentified man was kept secure by his wheelchair's seatbelt&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt; &lt;b&gt;A wheelchair user has been taken for a high-speed ride along a US highway after his handlebars became tangled up in the front grille of a lorry.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt; The back of the 21-year-old man's wheelchair was scooped up as he passed in front of a lorry leaving a petrol station, Michigan state police said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The truck driver drove off, completely unaware that he had a new passenger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Passing motorists told police, who found the man unhurt - but still attached to the front of the truck. &lt;!-- E SF --&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; He had been kept in his wheelchair by a seatbelt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Police in the town of Paw Paw, Michigan, said the unidentified man told them "it was quite a ride", but complained only that he had spilled his soda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; The truck reached speeds of 50mph (80km/h) as it drove down the Red Arrow Highway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; After several miles the driver pulled over at the depot of a trucking company where police then told him about the man on his front end. &lt;/p&gt; He refused to believe there was a man in a wheelchair stuck to the front of his truck until he saw it for himself, police said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6732003.stm"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the guy's humour. I suppose you have to have that kinda trait if you are only 21 and already confined to a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn. It must've been the most exciting and terrifying moment in his life. But can you imagine what a great party story it makes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-422157296457605756?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/422157296457605756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=422157296457605756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/422157296457605756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/422157296457605756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/accidental-adventure.html' title='the accidental adventure'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-806890901156894481</id><published>2007-06-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:09:02.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>small gawai gathering</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, Constance (very last minute) invited me and some others over to her house for Gawai. What else are friends for? If not to forget and just invite people over at last minute, right? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our host, the one providing all the tuak, Con! And me. My flash blinded her a bit. Haha. I've known this girl since Primary 6, when I moved schools. And since then, she's been my classmate up till Form 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529300662/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1247/529300662_83961a158e_o.jpg" alt="with the host" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the other three that I managed to drag along with me. Halim, &lt;a href="http://attentionseeker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimin&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wani&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529403151/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/237/529403151_e9b63f53f7_o.jpg" alt="atmosphere" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting this guy either. Yeah, you know this is the best shot I got? Cos trying to take a picture with Mark is like trying to take a picture with Angelina Jolie's kid, Maddox. The one who's got a penchant for making faces at the paparazzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529387329/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1023/529387329_f79d7cb52c_o.jpg" alt="goofball" height="507" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with Mimin and her kissyface. Bleh. She's so cute, ain't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529387505/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1022/529387505_91b576e967_o.jpg" alt="kissyface" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to take any pictures with Wani... so I'm just posting this one up instead. Hahahaa. Was trying to spice up the picture a bit so I gave them crowns... I know it sucks. And I'm sure you're wondering why Mimin got the smaller crown but I don't know either. Maybe you should ask her why... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wani paid off the prop lady. But I'm not one to start rumours..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529299484/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/248/529299484_43f912837f_o.jpg" alt="crowned" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? We drank tuak (some of us only lah), gossiped, took pictures, ate a lot of that smelly fish thing, and told each other ghost stories. Kesian Halim! Cos he came over with his motorbike, alone. So after telling the ghost stories, he had some ghosts following him home. And the way back is kinda dark and dim. The streetlights along the way back to his house aren't that bright. Hahaha. Halim actually admitted that on his way back, he drove faster than usual to try get home as quick as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he didn't live &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for some really lame and goofy pictures! Before I proceed, I would like to say that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm very sorry, Halim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started wandering around Con's place and started picking up hats and stuff to play with. Everyone else joined in. I know it's very lame editing and it's not even very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529299650/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1112/529299650_825dd02fa5_o.jpg" alt="jungle freaks" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con took the pictures. I really had NO idea how to pose. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529299790/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1041/529299790_52ae3af200_o.jpg" alt="headhunters" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail at posing for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Halim started being a bad guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con is a good host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a spear in the corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529299924/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/197/529299924_b6b9fd82f3_o.jpg" alt="finnish him" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?? There really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a loud booming voice that everyone in the room heard that went, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FINNISH HIM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what happened to Halim after Con &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finnished&lt;/span&gt; him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/529300106/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1146/529300106_e720984199_o.jpg" alt="finnish" height="425" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that, we heard the loud booming voice go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;FLAWLESS VICTORY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Con was overjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-806890901156894481?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/806890901156894481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=806890901156894481&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/806890901156894481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/806890901156894481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/small-gawai-gathering.html' title='small gawai gathering'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2869706597273459576</id><published>2007-06-03T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:13:48.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>real pontianak video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING: The following post may contain materials that would cause sleepless nights, nightmares, a degrading night life, and lower suicide rates. Do not proceed with this blog entry if you are easily scared. But do watch it at night. It's more fun that way. But seriously, this is a real video. Please DO proceed with caution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video was also taken sideways. (Don't blame me.) So watch it with your head tilted to your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpK48Z4fDUQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpK48Z4fDUQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was taken by my cousin's uncle. The story behind it goes a little like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle is in the special ops and they were operating in Tawau. One night, he and nine other guys were on their way to a small village. It was dark. They came to a bridge where they saw and heard a lady that was standing at the top of the bridge, sobbing. She was wearing a white dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They way she sobbed was not human. She was a pontianak. So, this group of guys all whipped out their mobile phones and started either taking videos or pictures of this creature with their phone cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, the creature started flying about in an attempt to attack them. This was when they decided to stop taking videos and run for it. Even when you're in the special ops, you have nothing against the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rumoured that at that same bridge, an Indonesian lady had jumped and killed herself and her unborn baby. She came back that night to look for her unborn child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pontianak is what is known to Malaysian folklore or legend as a female vampire. They are usually spawned when they happen to die with an unborn child. It happens when they are killed, they they commit suicide, or just die naturally; and then later return as pontianaks to try find their unborn child but if they cannot do that, they will instead attempt to steal someone else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2869706597273459576?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2869706597273459576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2869706597273459576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2869706597273459576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2869706597273459576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/06/real-pontianak-video.html' title='real pontianak video'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2017570039511803867</id><published>2007-05-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T18:39:37.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>miri international jazz festival: day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The First Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Second year of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miri International Jazz Festival!&lt;/span&gt; It's back again. I enjoyed myself immensely &lt;a href="http://guiltysecretsarchives.blogspot.com/2006/05/miri-international-jazz-festival.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; so I was looking forward to another one this year. The ticket price has increased to a two day pass costing RM90 and a one day pass costing RM50 but that did not deter people from coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://waniduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wani&lt;/a&gt; and I decided that we wanted to go a bit early so that we can get some good parking spaces. We were worried that if we were right on time, that there would not be anymore parking spaces available. The ticket said that the event would be at 5pm-1am. So we decided to leave home by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514332896/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/514332896_4e25e9126e_o.jpg" alt="MIJF Tickets" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we saw that people were still setting up, doing sound checks, moving tables, getting the booths ready.. then we found out that the performances are only going to start at 7.30pm!! Omigoshwhywouldtheyprintthetimetostartat5pmlahwhywhywhy. =( I'm thinking that 5pm is the time meant for those working behind the festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514332548/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/514332548_6afad2464d_o.jpg" alt="Serene Scenery" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So malu go there so early. But it's not our fault either, is it? So we went to sit by the poolside... while there, I saw some of my friends who also came early for the festival. I only laughed when I saw them cos they were in the same situation that I was in. Save for the fact that I had an assignment that I needed to get done by the next day and they probably did not. It being Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514410845/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/233/514410845_425ab4951d_o.jpg" alt="Park Everly's swimming pool" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's different this year is that there was another stage set up on the beach for another band to play during the breaks. The main performers would be performing in the pavilion so in between breaks from the main performers, another band would be entertaining the crowd outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514332648/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/209/514332648_46c07a29cf_o.jpg" alt="Looking up" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started sweating cos it was too hot outside so we decided to move to the lobby, where I tried to finish my assignment. Heh heh. We sat there till it was close to 7pm. At least I had something to do. Wani and Malik were bored to death. You could really tell that they were. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514360419/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/242/514360419_e74abfbdf8_o.jpg" alt="Doing Assignments" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the saddest thing you've ever seen? That's Dreamweaver 8 that you are seeing open on my laptop. Haha. It was my assignment for my Design and Processes unit. Bwahaha. Terrible. Our group's project was to create an educational software. And we were going to conduct a software testing for our software at Sri Mawar, one of Miri's primary schools, on Saturday morning. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514332734/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/234/514332734_5419a89cc0_o.jpg" alt="A hero!" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani's brother, &lt;a href="http://sheep319.freepgs.com/"&gt;Malik&lt;/a&gt; was wearing his new shirt. Cis. You could say that I introduced the show, Heroes, to Wani and her brother and now her brother is like, crazy for that show. I know, my fault. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514332994/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/239/514332994_e593ecc070_o.jpg" alt="Waiting" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was me and Joel, sitting in the Pavillion, waiting for the show to start. I was also waiting for Mark to come back down from Brunei. Joel was the one I was laughing at for coming in so early. See.... misleading tickets!! I really can't figure out why they did that. Probably cos we're Malaysians. Hahahaha. You've heard about how time works in Malaysia, right? :P [Read: &lt;a href="http://allmalaysia.info/msiaknow/malaysiana/malaysian_time.asp"&gt;Malaysian Time&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not that much longer to wait before it was time for the performances to start. (Mark also made it back in time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;David Gomes Jazz Sextet&lt;/span&gt; feat. Junji Delfino &lt;/span&gt;were the first band up that night and the first band to perform for the festival. They are from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. Remembering the local band from last year, I was hoping that this band would not totally fall flat on their faces, disappoint me, and convince me to change nationality. Hurr hurr. I know I sound horrid like this and I know that Malaysians can be talented! Just that last year's band was almost a disaster. Luckily people are polite enough to clap. Anyway! The band comes from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KL&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junji Delfino&lt;/span&gt;, from the Philippines. If I'm not mistaken. She had some great powerful vocals on her and I enjoyed their performance. They were very good at opening the festival. If I had to have any qualms about them, it would be that they didn't look like the performers of the festival but looked like they worked backstage because they didn't dress up. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514333092/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/514333092_0bf7a062a0_o.jpg" alt="David Gomes Jazz Sextet" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514360871/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/514360871_511b59f2a2_o.jpg" alt="Junji Delfino" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their performance, it was time for the band,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son2Nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, to perform outside. They are from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK/Venezuela/Philippines&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know much about them or how well they performed because throughout the entire festival I didn't even bother with them. My brother said that they seemed full of themselves. Mark said it doesn't matter if we missed them either cos they were only the fillers and that the main players would be in the pavilion. Son2Nos is the band that would be playing during the breaks for both nights of the MIJF. Sorry, Son2Nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the break, I went outside together with Kim to the stalls. What to do.. hungry. I haven't eaten all day. As expected, the food was pricey. I ended up ordering a sloppy joe. And it SUCKED. I've never had a sloppy joe nor have I actually seen a real one before. But in my mind, sloppy joes are burgers and the fillings are supposed to be something like, minced meat with gravy... that kinda thing. But what I got instead was a small sausage, in a hot dog bun, with thousand island sauce, and celery. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So expensive some more. And you know what?? The bun was soggy. The sausage was too short for the hot dog bun. It just tasted awful. But what to do.. I bought it already and I did not want to spend more money on other food cos the food there was so expensive. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was almost time for the next act, Mark, Kim, and I went back into the pavilion to get ready for the next act. But I had an important email to send so I left Mark and Kim in the pavilion and went back to the car to grab my laptop. Headed back to the lobby. Spotted Aaron's friend. Sat down with him. Turned on the laptop. Laptop said that I only had 10 minutes left of battery life left. Connected to the hotel's wifi connection as fast as I could help it, loaded up Gmail, while also zipping the files that I needed to attach to my email, tried to upload it to my email, Gmail said that they cannot allow me to attach the file because file contains a file that is not allowed (.exe), took out the .exe file, rezipped the folder, tried again, found out that zipped file size was still too large. So deleted some files that weren't important from the folder, rezipped folder, tried to attach file to email, and then laptop DIED. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was desperate! Was looking everywhere for a power supply port. Took a few minutes before I remembered that there should probably be one at a corner of the lobby where they usually had the piano. The piano has been moved cos its being used now for the festival. Looked over to the wall next to where the piano usually was and I was right. So there I was, kneeling down in a corner of the lobby for maybe 15 minutes doing whatever I needed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so totally stressed out! Mark got worried and came looking for me. I think its also cos he said that he didn't like the band that was currently performing. By the time he came around, I was already done with what I was doing and was about to walk back to the festival anyway. We decided not to go into the pavilion and went to get drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim got tired of being by herself inside and came out to find us. Introducing, Kim. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514360997/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/514360997_1ddf6172d4_o.jpg" alt="Kimberly Perempuan Gila" height="507" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told Kim to act normal for at least 10 seconds and managed to take a normal picture with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361075/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/514361075_e962965569_o.jpg" alt="Kimberley and Kimberly" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha! Mark and I went back to the pavilion as early as we could because of the act that would be coming up next. We needed to get good seats. Met &lt;a href="http://www.kenjj.com/"&gt;Kenneth (JJ)&lt;/a&gt; who was also pacing around inside. Our little conversation with each other went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JJ: Looking for a place to sit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. You too?&lt;br /&gt;JJ: Of course! Lluis Coloma next.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Mark was excited. JJ obviously remembers last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lluis Coloma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came on stage and everyone cheered. Everyone was glad that they were back for a second year. Again, Lluis Coloma comes from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, before they performed, we were outside looking at the albums they were selling. Cos last year, we went out to the booth after they performed only to find out that all the albums were sold out. So we were sneakier this year. Haha. Urgh. But so expensive! But we bought two. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514333468/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/514333468_56e4e818d9_o.jpg" alt="Winded" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. the air humping saxist. Don't get me wrong, he's a fantastic saxophone player but I think he just likes making the girls blush and giggle behind their hands when he solos while humping the air. Hahaha. Kim wanted me to also take a picture of his face when he plays cos according to her, his face takes on the expression of when a person concentrates really hard on a toilet to perform some jaw dropping moves. So I tried and tried but kept getting blurry pictures. After I would take a clear picture I would zoom in on the picture to check out whether I managed to capture the expression on this face. This is one of the ones that I zoomed in on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361267/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/514361267_08ed8b6ee3_o.jpg" alt="Winds" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't manage to capture the expression that I wanted to catch. But I did get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; expression instead. I think he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt;. Eepps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361369/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/194/514361369_6cfe8b7b3d_o.jpg" alt="Creepy Eyes" height="618" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I stopped trying. Eeeeee..... he knows!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361477/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/514361477_8da9000a8a_o.jpg" alt="Lluis Coloma" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361573/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/200/514361573_8305638d9f_o.jpg" alt="Lluis Coloma Second Half" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was over... although they did do an encore after everyone yelled for one. After they performed, Mark went to get their autographs. Haha. It was too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dirty Dozen Brass Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; performed next. They came all the way from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt; to perform. There weren't a dozen of them. Rather, there was only half a dozen, which is puzzling. Why were they called Dirty Dozen then? Haha. They were okay. Very trumpety. I was rather doubtful that they would be able to entertain the crowd more than Lluis Coloma had. But I was wrong. The crowd loved them. However, I didn't. I think it was because by the time they came on, I started feeling sick'ish. I think it was from not eating enough that day. So in the middle of their performance, I told Mark that I had to go outside. Needed to get some air. Find food. Something. But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; stay long enough to give them a chance. As well as to take quite a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361677/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/514361677_be874c8bbc_o.jpg" alt="Dirty Dozen Brass Band" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this guy. He was right in front of me cos I was right up front up against the barrier. One bad thing that he kept doing is that during breaks from playing, he would take the opportunity to empty the spit out of his instrument. And uh... that happened not only once, but several times. It was gross. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361741/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/514361741_4f009412ae_o.jpg" alt="Spitter" height="556" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this guy. He reminds me sooooooooo much of the owl that played the saxophone from Sesame Street!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514361841/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/514361841_271c0c757d_o.jpg" alt="Saxist" height="492" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through their performance, this white guy came up on stage to play with them. Why only halfway through, huh? I think this guy really IS together with the band. Dunno why he didn't play from the beginning. He looked like a dork. And acted like one too. He smiled like a dork. And thus, I've given him the nickname, Doofus. But I SWEAR that in this case, it's a term of endearment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514334338/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/212/514334338_319503530f_o.jpg" alt="Doofus" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had one guitarist in the band, and he came up front after playing his guitar at the back of the stage to show off his skills - being able to play the guitar with his teeth. Kim went crazy for him cos he looked like her boyfriend. Which I thought so too. Haha. Check out the amount of hands that were raised up to take his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514334448/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/247/514334448_c270c9230d_o.jpg" alt="Playing with his teeth" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514362133/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/248/514362133_6b578553ab_o.jpg" alt="Dirty Dozen" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guest performer also joined the band. This guy is from Havana Sax, who are scheduled to perform only on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514362229/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/514362229_5bc419587b_o.jpg" alt="Drummer from Havana Sax" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Mark and I, outside the pavilion, getting some air. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514362321/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/252/514362321_01fd0dc2e3_o.jpg" alt="Mark and Kimberley" height="360" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me. Harr harr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51035585985@N01/514362413/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/211/514362413_8cc361dbcc_o.jpg" alt="Kim @ Jazz Fest!" height="422" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2017570039511803867?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2017570039511803867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2017570039511803867&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2017570039511803867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2017570039511803867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/miri-international-jazz-festival-day-1.html' title='miri international jazz festival: day 1'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-8000069931946462948</id><published>2007-05-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T22:35:36.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>look at the wallpaper i made</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img360.imageshack.us/img360/1176/wallpapercopyro9.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm smiling now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a stressful week for me that in the midst of all the agony of having to complete assignments, I took some time out to make myself a wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so depressed that I went through some of the pictures that I had on the laptop, chose a few that manages to make me smile or laugh whenever I see them and make it into a wallpaper so that whenever I needed a little pick-me-up, I can just Windows+D to my desktop and it would help to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that way since I have been spending about 80~90% of my time whenever I was awake in front of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that the weekend is finally here, I can have a little break. A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;. Cos it's not over yet, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can take my time a little bit more, at least until Monday comes rolling by again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-8000069931946462948?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/8000069931946462948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=8000069931946462948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8000069931946462948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/8000069931946462948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/look-at-wallpaper-i-made.html' title='look at the wallpaper i made'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2517850421560886558</id><published>2007-05-21T14:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:54:13.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>freaky murderer of little children club</title><content type='html'>I think I had the worst dream ever last night. It was definitely the goriest dream I have ever had which worries me about my own mental health. Haha. My dream went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Mark over to an orphanage. Not cos he was homeless or without family, duh! But because in my dream, I had been at this orphanage earlier. And this orphanage had a lot of special children with special artistic abilities. So I was with Mark and I suggested we go over to the orphanage to go see the art these children have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These children were all really artistic because the owner of the orphanage.. or at least the person behind it, really wanted a good future for these children, so he has helped them in finding out whatever special talent they have (most were very artistic) and helped them to develop their skills. At this point I was very touched and inspired by the story behind the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought Mark there, and we were standing and looking at the children who were all gathered in the playroom where they were all painting, drawing, or playing toys. One pretty little African boy, with short dark curls, and deep brown eyes, looked up at me and asked, "Do you want me to bring you around the house?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was probably only 7 but you can tell that he was an intelligent little boy. So I nodded yes and he led us out of the playroom and into the foyer where the main entrance to the orphanage was. It was also where the stairs was as well as entrances to the other rooms in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking through the foyer and headed towards the office, this large group of white probably middle aged couples came into the house through the main entrance. There were probably about 5 couples. They looked happy and excited.  The guy who ran the orphanage came out of his office to greet them. He was very enthusiastic that so many couples had come and expressed his heartfelt gratitude towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured that they were there to adopt a child. One for each couple. That was great, I thought. These children were really good, intelligent, and they all deserved a good home where they will finally have a good family to take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy brought the family around the house and introduced each one of them to the children that they showed some interest in. Working hard to get these children homes to live in. While conducting a tour for them he also told him about how passionate he was working with the children and how they inspired him so much ever since he has started this work because they have always had a positive outlook on life eventhough life did not really deal them such a great hand. He said that he was also proud of how intelligent and talented each one of them was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was about as much as I got because the little boy decided to bring Mark and I on a little tour of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it, Mark and I went out the main entrance. We thanked the boy for being such a sweet kid. We were about to leave when the other 5 white couples came out together with the man from the orphanage. But this time, they each had a child with them. Two of them had babies, one of them had a toddler, and the last had a child. The man was thanking them for coming and for adopting the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was about to say how the world needed more loving, caring people who are willing to adopt when one of the couples, the one that adopted a little baby that was wrapped in a blanket, lifted the baby up above his head, and threw the baby down onto the road with as much force as he could muster. When the baby hit the ground, it broke and blood splattered everywhere. I looked at the face of the guy that threw the baby, and he was grinning like he was giddy from glee, face covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when all hell broke loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another couple with the baby decided to play baseball with it. Using the baby as the ball. The lady "pitched" the baby towards her husband and he swung at it with a bat and the baby split in half, splattering blood everywhere. After that, the couple both simply laughed and jumped like they scored a homerun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple with a child tied him to a tree. This kid was chubby and the two adults then gave him brandy to drink. A few seconds after he swallowed the brandy, his body went limp, he looked deliriously happy and his right arm fell off onto the ground, and blood practically jetted out like water from a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man from the orphanage started freaking out. His eyes bulged from disbelief as he saw what was going on in front of his eyes. It took him awhile before he even moved. When he finally did, he headed straight to the couple who gave the young kid brandy, waving his arms about, screaming, "What are you doing?????!!" getting soaked in bloody that was spraying from the armless kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple answered, "We're having fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man yelled, "This is NOT fun! This is WRONG!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE??? YOU DO NOT GIVE CHILDREN ALCOHOL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the kid that was tied to the tree raised his head with a slurrish smile and said, "But I think I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; brandy....?" and went limp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking out but could not bring myself to do anything because I was scared that these people would rip my head off. But in the back of my mind, I knew that they wouldn't because they must only do these things to children otherwise why would they go to an orphanage just to get other humans to kill? They must have some kinda &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; for killing children. Are they in some sort of very sick club??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was that. Freaky dream or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2517850421560886558?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2517850421560886558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2517850421560886558&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2517850421560886558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2517850421560886558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/freaky-murderer-of-little-children-club.html' title='freaky murderer of little children club'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5650255750395160616</id><published>2007-05-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:25:41.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>sedap</title><content type='html'>Malas I wanna see the pictures of me fooling around with the webcam again. So I'm simply writing this post just cos I want to push that entry down down down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more minutes to my next class. Nyeh. So sedap I sit here blogging about nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's re-enrollment time in curtin again. So depressing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week into next, I think I have like, an assignment due every week. Got one due tomorrow but I haven't started on it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can really tell that this is such a lousy post. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this are just thoughts currently running through my mind at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully these thoughts are enough to push that entry further down into the ground. Bwahahaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5650255750395160616?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5650255750395160616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5650255750395160616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5650255750395160616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5650255750395160616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/sedap.html' title='sedap'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2617355970316379461</id><published>2007-05-14T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:16:58.103+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>hangover</title><content type='html'>The Miri International Jazz Festival has come and gone. I feel like I'm having a hangover from it. Serious. I had loads of fun. But I'm too lazy to blog about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more like, I have tons of assignments to get done after totally ignoring them over the weekend. Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2617355970316379461?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2617355970316379461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2617355970316379461&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2617355970316379461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2617355970316379461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/hangover.html' title='hangover'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4493201714180651247</id><published>2007-05-07T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:53:01.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>how the internet works</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Du6Eu4yZvp4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Du6Eu4yZvp4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4493201714180651247?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4493201714180651247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4493201714180651247&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4493201714180651247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4493201714180651247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-internet-works.html' title='how the internet works'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4915685748727839556</id><published>2007-05-02T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:49:33.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>plenty retarded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiQ5yqHMwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xzTvRiP1hm8/s1600-h/Picture+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiQ5yqHMwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xzTvRiP1hm8/s320/Picture+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059953503876100866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One foot still in dreamland. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up this morning feeling an itch to mess around with something.&lt;br /&gt;So what resulted from that are these...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8SqHMxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0LgjDn4mBjE/s1600-h/Picture+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8SqHMxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/0LgjDn4mBjE/s400/Picture+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954646337401618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I think I look quite handsome, actually."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8SqHMyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Atv_-ws2iM/s1600-h/Picture+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8SqHMyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/4Atv_-ws2iM/s400/Picture+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954646337401634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Should I shave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8iqHMzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iigZvkjYjFU/s1600-h/Picture+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8iqHMzI/AAAAAAAAAMw/iigZvkjYjFU/s400/Picture+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954650632368946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I think there's something wrong with my crown. Call my royal crown maker!!" &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8iqHM0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5lq9wh08BTk/s1600-h/Picture+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8iqHM0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/5lq9wh08BTk/s400/Picture+13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954650632368962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8yqHM1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Nt39dbejZA4/s1600-h/Picture+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiR8yqHM1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Nt39dbejZA4/s400/Picture+14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059954654927336274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.O!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiTxyqHM2I/AAAAAAAAANI/zP9IY8ru0l4/s1600-h/Picture+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiTxyqHM2I/AAAAAAAAANI/zP9IY8ru0l4/s400/Picture+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059956664972030818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"So not my colour!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4915685748727839556?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4915685748727839556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4915685748727839556&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4915685748727839556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4915685748727839556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/plenty-retarded.html' title='plenty retarded'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RjiQ5yqHMwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xzTvRiP1hm8/s72-c/Picture+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3708395549671345735</id><published>2007-05-01T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:11:46.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>and i am always merciful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I AM A GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I GAVE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I HAVE GIVEN LIFE BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TO MY PILOT G-TECH-C4 PEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WHEN I REFILLED IT WITH NEW INK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;AND I HAVE GIVEN LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;TO MY MECHANICAL PENCIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;WHEN I REPLACED ALL MY USED UP LEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I AM A GOD.&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/378722760627039481-3708395549671345735?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/3708395549671345735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=3708395549671345735&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3708395549671345735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/3708395549671345735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-i-am-always-merciful.html' title='and i am always merciful'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1318638939049183374</id><published>2007-04-19T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:17:00.790+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>whispers in one ear</title><content type='html'>As I was driving back from campus just an hour ago, this silver MPV was in front of me on the road. It wasn't going very fast but that's okay because the red Hilux before it has not sped up yet cos it just came out from a junction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Hilux sped up, and the car in front of me did not, then I got a bit annoyed. Cos it was going quite slow. I didn't dare overtake it cos we were coming to a bend in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that the car was going quite funny. It looked like it was being very careful about something. That's when I realised that it has been avoiding all the puddles on the road. And that it let the Hilux go further to get some distance between his car and the Hilux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why?? Cos his car was still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sparkling clean!!&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha. No wonder he was being so cautious and keeping distance between his car and other cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! Made me SO WANT TO run into a huge puddle and cause a tidal wave to envelope the entire car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had rained earlier that day. No wait, it POURED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what it's like? It's as if you were a little boy who was out in the backyard together with your little brother after the rain has stopped, and you are both playing with a huge muddy puddle. Those things always looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so tempting&lt;/span&gt; when we were young, didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing you are both almost completely covered in mud and then your little sister walks out the front door to call the both of you in. And mommy has just given her her bath and she's wearing her new pretty white dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you and your little brother starts to give chase and as you managed to grab hold of your little sister's shoulder/hand/dress, you hug and rub mud into your little sister's dress until she starts to cry and that's when the fear settles in. You try to calm her down and tell her to stop crying and you start apologising, saying that you did not mean to do it. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yeah, right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, it is too late and mommy and daddy comes out from the house furious. Then comes the all too predictable session of flogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I decided not to give in to temptation and let the silver MPV driver have a little bit more time to hang on to his sparkling clean car. We all know it's not going to last long anyway. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1318638939049183374?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1318638939049183374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1318638939049183374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1318638939049183374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1318638939049183374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/whispers-in-one-ear.html' title='whispers in one ear'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-6087945197260618094</id><published>2007-04-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T01:10:15.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>unrelated paragraphs</title><content type='html'>I want a tripod. I do! I need one to do really nice still shots. And to camwhore better. Wahahaha. Actually, I want to try photo stiching but I can't really do that very well unless I had a tripod, now can I? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Yes, I can but I still want one, ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I cut my hair last Sunday? I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; regret doing it. And it was so hard for me to get it to a length I was proud of. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-6087945197260618094?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6087945197260618094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=6087945197260618094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6087945197260618094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6087945197260618094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/unrelated-paragraphs.html' title='unrelated paragraphs'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7904883262051587792</id><published>2007-04-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:45:00.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>the bf says to kickass, i said i'll think about it</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here on my bed right now with only my aromatheraphy lamp as company to help chase away the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating. Contemplating about nothing important. Nothing that ought to be considered important as it does not sustain life, nor does it contribute to society, other than maybe as a form of entertainment. Although I question how entertaining it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I'm actually thinking about it. Maybe I'm just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bored that I am. Maybe I just want to try something new. But I'd really hate losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to be pampered for awhile. Maybe I want to feel pretty again. Maybe it'd be something memorable I did for the year that I turn 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The boyfriend approved although I don't know if he still will after he learns the details. Even I don't know if I'll still be willing to give it a chance if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.. we'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7904883262051587792?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7904883262051587792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7904883262051587792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7904883262051587792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7904883262051587792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/bf-says-to-kickass-i-said-ill-think.html' title='the bf says to kickass, i said i&apos;ll think about it'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-6134250580642224349</id><published>2007-04-16T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T09:37:08.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>so angry, so confused, so sad, so hungry too</title><content type='html'>Ever since I woke up this morning, I've been having this OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG feeling. I'm feeling SO INCREDIBLY guilty. And I'm SO AFRAID that something bad is going to happen today. Maybe I shouldn't even go out today. Something bad's going to happen and I know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in a panic. I woke up at 6.30am and I've been tossing and turning in bed until 8. Just cos of awful feeling! So I messaged Mark asking if it's okay if I called him at work. I needed someone to calm my nerves down.. I felt better after the call but I almost started crying.. cos I spotted a big cicak climbing up and down the wall nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid la, I KNOW! But I can't help that I have a friggin' phobia for lizards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better... but now I'm OMGíng all over again! Because because because............. we reinstalled the OS for my new laptop yesterday. WHY WHY WHY did we do it??? *bashes head against minivan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the stupid thing was showing me blue screens for the past week..... and I was SO SCARED THAT SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH THE LAPTOP. So to be safe we reinstalled the OS. I didn't want to tell my dad cos if I did.... he's gonna blame me for not taking care of the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH CARE I've been giving it. =( Cos I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;::heart::&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the fact that it keeps crashing. *bursts into tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT!!!!!!!! The last few days... like, from Thursday till the weekend... it didn't show me any blue screens. Except for ONE TINY TIME in the middle of that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm thinking that MAYBE we shouldn't have had to reinstall Windows. Cos now... it's like having to relearn everything all over again........ Cos before I had everything the way I wanted it to be with the exception of the occuring &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE SCREEN OF DOOM!&lt;/span&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RiLZNMZC_sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EoQDmY3WQ0c/s400/DSC09947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053840552550923970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake? Cos now I can't verify my friggin' ORIGINAL security centre... cos when my dad got the laptop, he was the first person to touch it, etc etc etc. So his emails and passwords are the ones verifying all the various programs in the laptop. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bashes head against wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having an anxiety attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-6134250580642224349?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6134250580642224349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=6134250580642224349&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6134250580642224349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6134250580642224349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-angry-so-confused-so-sad-so-hungry.html' title='so angry, so confused, so sad, so hungry too'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RiLZNMZC_sI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/EoQDmY3WQ0c/s72-c/DSC09947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5681176156981417515</id><published>2007-04-14T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:10:13.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>saw three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RiBtq8ZC_rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EGDU1ngFNsk/s1600-h/saw_3_teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RiBtq8ZC_rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EGDU1ngFNsk/s320/saw_3_teaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053159366442811058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just watched Saw III this week! I know it's been out for ages already and that most people would probably have seen it already. Wani and I have been planning to watch this movie together for ages and she finally bought a DVD of the movie so we finally got our chance to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! The third installment for the Saw horror flick series has definitely been the goriest of the lot and it came with a surprise ending too. I like how clever the movie is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Jigsaw dude?! Isn't he so incredibly awesome?? I mean, he's dying! He's minutes from death and he still managed to concoct a brilliant plan to test his new collection of unworthy individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wani says that her favorite character is the mastermind himself. She says that regardless of what he does to the other characters in the movie, he comes out still looking like a good guy to her. Eeeee. Twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get it though. Because all the people he chooses have done something wrong. Although, no one deserves what he put them through. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never cringed so much watching a movie before. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; disgusting. Go watch it if you haven't! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5681176156981417515?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5681176156981417515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5681176156981417515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5681176156981417515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5681176156981417515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/saw-three.html' title='saw three'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/RiBtq8ZC_rI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EGDU1ngFNsk/s72-c/saw_3_teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1797846624901144362</id><published>2007-04-14T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:04:35.545+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><title type='text'>hahahahahahahahahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>Walau eh.. I just found &lt;a href="http://datingwithdestiny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel's blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mana boleh nihhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;... never tell other people wan. And how come I didn't find out earlier. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading her entries I'm like, going psycho already. Waseh. Rachel laughs like a maniac when writing the blog entries. Hahaha! I can imagine her typing away on her keyboard going, WAHAHAHA! ... *tap tap tap* ... HAHAHA!! ... *tap tap* ... HEHEHE ... every few sentences or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh... reading her blog also makes me laugh. Involuntarily. Cos she laughs sooooo much. Now I get it when people whom I chat to online ask why I laugh so much... aduhhhh... I must look like a maniac to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1797846624901144362?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1797846624901144362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1797846624901144362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1797846624901144362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1797846624901144362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title='hahahahahahahahahahahahaha'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-1225733441901420455</id><published>2007-04-13T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T17:06:28.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>not a blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rh9H3cZC_qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8qmDY6qX4Zk/s320/DSC09926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052836324772609698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of this whole blogging scene. I was thinking of either just stopping it altogether or moving on and making a new blog just because I'm getting so jaded from this one. I know it will be hard to quit especially since I'm somewhat of an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like one in ages. You know an addicted blogger behaves. They live their lives and have cameras ready in case they catch something interesting so that they would have something to show others when they get back home and get back in front of their computers and blog. Or when something interesting happens, they go "Oh! I will definitely put this into my blog! I can't wait to tell everyone and receive their comments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more "anti-social" and depressed bloggers would whine and whine and whine. About nothing but themselves. But they will still blog because they believe that they have no one but their blog. Their blog is their security blanket and although they act as though they don't care, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are those who glorify themselves. The terribly vain. Those who blog to be famous. Who try so terribly hard to suck traffic just to be known. I think I've said enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be more categories in which you can place certain bloggers into. There are some who may be the exception to the rule, of course. These people are the ones who do manage to entertain, to address the issues, to keep others up to date. These people, although may be able to fit in either one or several of the categories, are only different because they are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like anyone of the above. My life involves nothing too shocking nor extreme. Nor do I go clubbing. I'm not pretty. I'm not depressed enough to act all emo. I'm not doing this for fame. I have no new discoveries or ground shattering lessons nor any wise words to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life at the moment, although &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; from being perfect, is rather dull, stable, and as uninteresting as it can be. I'm sorry I cannot be as honest as I used to be and that may be the saddest thing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really hate myself for turning boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-1225733441901420455?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/1225733441901420455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=1225733441901420455&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1225733441901420455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/1225733441901420455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/bored.html' title='not a blogger'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eMBedn6K1-Q/Rh9H3cZC_qI/AAAAAAAAAMA/8qmDY6qX4Zk/s72-c/DSC09926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-6066822737771844928</id><published>2007-04-13T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:16:11.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>fingers crossed part 2</title><content type='html'>Yups, I was right. They only gave us back our original router. Booooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they said that their supplier tested it and found out that it was fine. So, they figured that when they tested it, their own company line was down so that was why when they tried it out it looked as though the machine wasn't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am yet to hook it up again. Lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-6066822737771844928?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/6066822737771844928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=6066822737771844928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6066822737771844928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/6066822737771844928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/fingers-crossed-part-2.html' title='fingers crossed part 2'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-4743410252791077941</id><published>2007-04-12T15:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:03:53.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>my bad karma just arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://agadoni.com/images/show_u_crying.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 198px;" src="http://agadoni.com/images/show_u_crying.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH NO OH NO OH NO!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm. f r e a k i n g. Out.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT about my violin lesson this morning!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*starts bashing head against wall*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-4743410252791077941?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/4743410252791077941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=4743410252791077941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4743410252791077941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/4743410252791077941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-bad-karma-just-arrived.html' title='my bad karma just arrived'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-78955386066425632</id><published>2007-04-12T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:47:28.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>fingers crossed</title><content type='html'>Last night, I over to Boulevard to try exchange the router we bought on Friday just last week. The first guy I talked to was alright.. he was telling me that they can't do that right now cos their technicians have already gone back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some other guy came up to me, asking what was wrong. So I told him that I had reason to believe that my router was faulty because when we use it, regardless of whether we are connecting to the internet via wireless or via the lan cables, it was slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, are you sure it's not the line that's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, yes, I'm sure. Because the reason why we bought this new router was because our old router back home recently failed on us. Because our old set up had a seperate modem and router, and only cos the router failed, I was still able to test the line by hooking up the modem to the phone line and then the modem right into my pc, and it worked just fine that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that's how I'm online right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked, who configured the router for me. I said, my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll only start dealing with all these kinda stuff once I get a place of my own. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he was talking in a really rude way to me lah.. like I don't know what I was doing and that the router wasn't faulty and that we are too incompetent to set up a network back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him lor.. I was patient the whole time he was trying to talk and explain to me what was wrong and I could see it on his face that he didn't believe a single word I was saying. I understand because the general public can be quite dumb at this kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lah.. give me the benefit of a doubt, can? What what.. just cos I'm a silly little girl who came by all by herself, is it? Lucky I also know how dumb people can be so I didn't lash out at him for treating me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they told me that they would not be able to exchange my router for a new one. Only their supplier can do that. And the only way that they can get their supplier to exchange it for a new one is to let their technicians check it out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I returned this morning, together with Wani, to let them handle it. Then you know what or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later after they've tried to set the settings right and all... they said to me. "Err... okay. You give us your name and your phone number then we'll call you when we get a new router from our supplier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahaha. In your face! IN YOUR MOFO FACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked them how long before they would contact me again, and they told me to give them 2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at 2pm just now, they called me up, saying that they already got the router. Huh!! That's only 2 HOURS, okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... right now I'm wondering if they're lying to me... possibly just giving me the router that we originally bought back or what. Of course I have to be suspicious.. if someone tells you that the whole process would take 2-3 days but only took 2 hours in the end, you'd feel the same way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my swearing at them didn't equal bad karma for me. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-78955386066425632?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/78955386066425632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=78955386066425632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/78955386066425632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/78955386066425632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/fingers-crossed.html' title='fingers crossed'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5769069183039342226</id><published>2007-04-12T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:20:02.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>i would very much prefer to be romanced first, thank you very much</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v674/fallen86angel/gf_invite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about the changing times. People nowadays don't even bother getting to know one another before diving right into a relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5769069183039342226?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5769069183039342226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5769069183039342226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5769069183039342226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5769069183039342226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-would-very-much-prefer-to-be-romanced.html' title='i would very much prefer to be romanced first, thank you very much'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-7627681838538756915</id><published>2007-04-10T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:40:13.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>easter virgil</title><content type='html'>I belum mandi lagi. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to blog. Tell a story about my sweet mean evil baby. Went for Easter Virgil mass last Saturday which started at 8pm. Mark went with me after I told him that I probably won't join him for dinner with his friends cos I wanted to go to church. Although he grumbled cos he was too lazy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him though.. cos it's Holy Week.. he's been going to church since Thursday for Holy Thursday and Good Friday.. then Saturday night go for Easter Virgil again.. and then on Sunday morning, his family was planning on going to Easter Sunday mass at Carmelite and over there, the masses start early at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he came along with me anyway eventhough he put on a grumpy face. :P Macho konon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over at about 5 or 6pm and we prepared the candles we were gonna use during the mass in my room. Made 6 candles for everyone only to find out that my aunt and cousins have already prepared their own. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have dinner. =( No time for it. I figured that the mass would probably only last about 3 hours max. I was sure I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan&lt;/span&gt; starving for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the mass, my candle kan.. the wax kept falling on my fingers no matter what I tried to do to prevent it. Mark tried to take the candle away from me cos I kept going, "Ouchh.. ow! Owwy..." and making noise but not my fault, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I wanted to cry out in pain... it's just something that happens, right? But then I took my candle back from him. Cos eheh... I'm very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;degil!&lt;/span&gt; Stubborn to the bone. I made that candle and said that I would be using that one, so I very well am going to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't stop the hot wax from still dripping onto my fingers. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the church, they had a table of paper stuff which you can place your candle so that the hot wax doesn't get to your fingers. I took one, in fact, I had double protection! One layer which I had made at home, and another that I took again in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use wan. Either that, or it's a sign that I'm a horrid person. I would prefer to think that it's the first reason. Heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the mass ended only at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;. So yes, it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOUR&lt;/span&gt; hour mass! By the end of it, I couldn't even walk right. To tell the truth, my vision was also getting kinda fuzzy and I felt like passing out but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark very nasty. Didn't even notice. Walk ahead of me somemore. I felt like a zombie. An undead. My stomach was very much in pain. I haven't eaten since maybe 2pm. Even then, I didn't eat much. And I didn't have breakfast either. Smart, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to eat at this coffee store opposite Boulevard. Finally managed to get some food into my stomach but that didn't make it any better~ It felt better at first.. but after awhile... sakit gila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt dropped us all home, and I hurried up into bed cos I needed to lie down. Then Mark rubbed my tummy until it felt all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could let it seem like Mark's a good boyfriend and all... caring and very aware of how his girlfriend is feeling but he really isn't that kinda guy. =( I had to ask him to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yalah. My boyfriend is very clueless. He doesn't know how to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt; people. So no chance for me to be all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manja&lt;/span&gt;. Cos if not to my boyfriend, who else can I be like that to. Nguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I very manja wan lah! But not like I'll do that in public. Even that, I think it's gross. Two people so absorbed in one another? That they don't even notice other people around them. Ew. Althoughhhhhh.... I would do it to gross people out. Be all "lovey dovey". Eyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nolah... my bf is too "macho" to act like he cares although he does. Cos sometimes he does slip up. :P And that's when I love him most. He says that it cramps his style... whatever that may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I missed Easter Sunday mass and so did Mark. So did my brother. So did my aunt and my cousins. Lousy people, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-7627681838538756915?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/7627681838538756915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=7627681838538756915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7627681838538756915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/7627681838538756915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter-virgil.html' title='easter virgil'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-2267948155266856858</id><published>2007-04-09T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:22:53.407+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i need money, and a lot of it</title><content type='html'>So sad! My old router finally crashed and burned. So last Saturday, we went out to buy a new router. But still very sadly! It doesn't seem to be doing a very good job. It's kinda like, gambling with it. Whether or not it wants you to be able access the internet. Damn. The thing sucks. But for some reason, it's alright when connecting wirelessly with my brother's computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be because he has a D-Link dongle. Maybe. And the router has issues with laptops. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to get the hang of using Dreamweaver. Just need to work more on perfecting my design. Still looks rather boring. I have this project where my groupmates and I have to develop an educational software for a children's home in India. We came up with the idea of creating offline websites for our "educational software".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my fingers crossed that my groupmates aren't so tacky. Lol. But I will fight to keep the website as user friendly and easy on the eyes as possible. I would have to stay far far away from using tacky colours, using tacky animated gifs. Urgh. The thought of all that is making me shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I would opt for a website to be minimalistic, as you can see from this blog. But kids would love colour. Kids would love interactive objects. I don't think we have to worry about loading time since the website would be offline. Not online. Yups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had Carls Jr. here... =( The first and last time I had something from Carl's Jr was earlier this year when I was in Singapore. Oooohhh... their burgers were huge... and they tasted so good. Nothing like the small limp loser burgers that we get here in KFC and McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Sugar Bun. I don't even eat burgers. Cos they don't fill me up as much as I would like them to. But if we had a Carls Jr. here, I wouldn't mind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh.. I also wish we had the Manhattan Fish Market here. I've been craving their prawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.. and how about Chili's? I want I want I want. I loved their dessert. I forgot what they called it.. But I want to have their yummy ice-cream cake that is like, a lot of vanilla ice-cream on top of this oreo like cookie bottom. Mmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark doesn't want to talk to me. He's so mean. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need money for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a new router&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to fix my handphone, maybe get a new one? Teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to fly over the ocean to eat good food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to get my own laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;to buy a new car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerrrrr...... headache. I wish I had pictures to post. I need more colour on my blog. Bwahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-2267948155266856858?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/2267948155266856858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=2267948155266856858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2267948155266856858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/2267948155266856858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-need-money-and-lot-of-it.html' title='i need money, and a lot of it'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-5236162228277605927</id><published>2007-04-05T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T12:24:27.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny stuff'/><title type='text'>the perodua kelisa and malaysian pride</title><content type='html'>Mark just passed me a link to BBC. There was an article there about how Malaysia is attacking Top Gear's host Jeremy for saying that one our Malaysian cars is one of the worst in the world. No need to even say what car that is. I'm sure a lot of you all know which one he has reviewed before. The Perodua Kelisa. Here's the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;     &lt;div class="sh"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;&lt;div class="sh"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      Malaysia lambasts Top Gear host     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       &lt;!-- S BO --&gt; &lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;     &lt;table align="right" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="203"&gt;    &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;    &lt;div&gt;     &lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41953000/jpg/_41953498_clarkson_bbc203.jpg" alt="Jeremy Clarkson" border="0" height="152" hspace="0" vspace="0" width="203" /&gt;     &lt;div class="cap"&gt;Jeremy Clarkson thinks Perodua Kelisa sounds like a disease&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;!-- E IIMA --&gt; &lt;!-- S SF --&gt; &lt;b&gt;Top Gear host Jeremy Clarkson has come under attack in the Malaysian parliament for labelling one of the country's cars the worst in the world.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The BBC presenter has been filmed attacking the Perodua Kelisa with a sledgehammer before blowing it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But minister Abdul Raman Suliman defended the nation's car industry, saying Mr Clarkson was like a football commentator who cannot play football. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He told MPs, Perodua had not received a single complaint from British owners. &lt;!-- E SF --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He added that the comments were made merely to boost sales of the Top Gear magazine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Soulless'&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr Clarkson has voiced his frustrations with the small three-cylinder model in both magazine articles and on the Top Gear motoring show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In one article, he said its name was like a disease and suggested it was built in jungles by people who wear leaves for shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And on the show, he described it as "unimaginative junk, with no soul, no flair and no passion". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He then smashed it, hung it from a crane with a one-tonne weight attached, before blowing it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perodua is Malaysia's second national carmaker and began producing small compact models in 1995.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6528087.stm"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! After reading all that.. I'm so damn embarrassed to say that I'm Malaysian. I am totally on Jeremy Clarkson's side on this one. I'm sorry for all you Kelisa drivers out there. Not that the car is totally horrid. It's just one of those cars you would go for because it's affordable. Nothing wrong about that at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And on the show, he described it as "unimaginative junk, with no soul, no flair and no passion".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true anyway. Just take a look at it. It's all been done before! Sure, it's cute. But that's the extent of it. Whoever designed it did nothing innovative nor memorable about the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In one article, he said its name was like a disease and suggested it was built in jungles by people who wear leaves for shoes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. It's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But minister Abdul Raman Suliman defended the nation's car industry, saying Mr Clarkson was like a football commentator who cannot play football.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the guy was just doing his job as a Malaysian but I doubt he really gave a damn about the whole issue. I'm guessing he was the one who always got picked on to say stupid points about why whoever they are currently attacking was wrong for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly! How can you say that he's just like a football commentator who cannot play football. Obviously he can drive. He's got a successful show that has been running for years, on which he does a lot of driving. Like, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians can be too proud sometimes that even their points don't make sense sometimes. Sigh. Want to attack, at least attack do it with some intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;He then smashed it, hung it from a crane with a one-tonne weight attached, before blowing it up.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Can't someone have a little bit of fun? Haha. I actually managed to catch the episode of this show on tv. It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.perodua.com.my/images/our_cars/kelisa/main/kelisa_banner_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.perodua.com.my/images/our_cars/kelisa/main/kelisa_banner_main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaha! Hilarious! Okay.. I take back what I said about them doing nothing innovative. Yeah! Now with built in Bluetooth Technology! Damn you Malaysians. You all crack me up sometimes. Sometimes. Most of the time, you guys just piss me off. But I'm glad for a change this time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378722760627039481-5236162228277605927?l=cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/feeds/5236162228277605927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=378722760627039481&amp;postID=5236162228277605927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5236162228277605927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378722760627039481/posts/default/5236162228277605927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cupcakesandmuffins.blogspot.com/2007/04/perodua-kelisa-and-malaysian-pride.html' title='the perodua kelisa and malaysian pride'/><author><name>Kim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378722760627039481.post-3689944676345676002</id><published>2007-04-03T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:12:45.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>it was a good day</title><content type='html'>Currently giving a listen to the latest Dixie Chicks album. =) So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating this blog. In fact, I haven't much been able to come here and actually sit and type. But I'm gonna try just because I want to. I want to procrastinate. Yes, I have a tutorial tomorrow which I haven't yet completed. Or am yet to start. Also a template to come up with for my EWB project.. and an Electrical Systems assignment that I have due Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a good time yesterday. I had class from 10am all the way till 7pm but I didn't mind because Mark was with me on campus all day yesterday. I wish I could've met him earlier.. or maybe been with him longer...? I don't know. I just wish I've managed to experience that whole... boyfriend girlfriend going to the same campus thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I brought Mark to one of my lectures. Simply because I wanted him to check out this new unit that has been added to the course. I think he enjoyed the lecture. It's so funny though to see him bonding with my other coursemates. I'm sure they all wondered who he was although I think now they should stop teasing one of my other coursemates about always hanging out with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, he was around on Monday because it was a public holiday back in Brunei so he had a day off and decided to stay a day longer in Miri. =) Then he decided to go to campus because he wanted to find out if he was still popular. Turns out that he is. Lol! Kidding kidding. I have no idea why he decided to spend the day in campus. I hope that it was to spend more time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went out for lunch to KSL. Drove there from campus and met up with Mark and Lawrence. Mark ordered some seafood omelet thing. I ordered some "special" fried kuay tiaw. Lawrence had the chicken gordon bleu. Mark's order came first. Unfortunately for him because I was starving and could help but steal some if not most of his food. Muahaha. I know no one wants to date me anymore after reading that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did share my food with him afterwards! Although I think I ate most of my own food as well.. Hmmmm. I'm such a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I drove back to campus (by myself) cos Mark had his own car. We both had trouble finding parking spaces. So bloody full! But I managed to finally find one. Although it was at the very end of the parking lot.... and my classes are all on the OTHER end of the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you know. There was this one RED SAVVY whose owner is a total fucktard. He &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;very obviously&lt;/span&gt; parked his car across TWO spaces. His/her car was almost totally horizontal opposed to how we &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;more civilized&lt;/span&gt; people park our cars. After that, I started having daydreams of throwing a matching red brick at it's bloody windshield. But I couldn't do that of course. The main thing stopping me from doing it was yeah, I didn't have a spare red brick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning whilst driving to school, I felt like maybe running my own, "drive safely" campaign. Because as I was driving to school earlier this morning, I got stuck behind this lousy woman driver. You pssssh, you lousy girls. You all know you suck at driving. Just admit it. Guys aren't being sexist towards you. It's just very very true that you people just c a n ' t s e e m t o g r a s p t h e c o n c e p t o f d r i v i n g!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though its so fucking simple! One of my pet peeves are women drivers. Honestly. Everytime a guy goes, "Argh. Women drivers! Oh.. opps... sorry.." cos they realize I'm there with them. I'll go, "Yeah! Lousy women drivers!! They drive like &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, don't they??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for my campaign, I want to make banners or something.. put them up along the roads with motivational words like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Miri drivers are so fucked up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey fuckstick. Up yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a scratch on your car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a brick through your window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shucks. You all paid to get through driving school, didn't you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or other similar sayings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. After I got home from campus yesterday I was almost totally wiped out! I had my dinner.. I went online for a while.. before showering.. continued online.. and fell asleep! I don't know how long I managed to pass out while chatting to others. Hahaha. But as soon as I got up, I said goodbyes cos I kept falling asleep. Very funny leh. I've never been so sleepy in a long time before that I actually managed to fall asleep like that. Actually, I fell asleep during my math lecture as well yesterday! Fuyoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly have not fallen asleep like that in ages. It might be because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101&lt;br /&gt;101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101&lt;br /&gt;101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101&lt;br /&gt;101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101&lt;br /&gt;101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101&lt;br /&gt;101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Opps. It all came out as binary? What's up with that? 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