<?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-6974891790851268788</id><updated>2012-01-28T11:38:54.352+08:00</updated><category term='dailies'/><category term='Merdeka'/><category term='oddjobs'/><category term='uncategorized'/><category term='Melbourne'/><category term='Grey&apos;s'/><category term='adv'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='GilmoreGirls'/><category term='project365'/><category term='jasonmraz'/><category term='fooood'/><category term='events'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Singapore'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='happies'/><category term='Blythe'/><category term='family'/><category term='101s'/><category term='me-time'/><category term='love... or something like it'/><category term='ACCA'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='hair woes'/><category term='dance'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='friends'/><category term='contest'/><category term='TAG'/><category term='lapsap'/><category term='TV'/><category term='junksale-hunter'/><category term='earth hour'/><category term='musicals'/><category term='Lang Tengah'/><category term='weetard'/><category term='shopaholic'/><category term='roar'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='the bachelor'/><category term='music'/><category term='OBU'/><category term='life lessons'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='byebye'/><category term='passion'/><category term='tags'/><category term='talking rubbish'/><category term='an old flame'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='pre-event'/><category term='CSC'/><category term='technonerd'/><category term='paintball'/><category term='musings'/><category term='local flavour'/><category term='alcoholism'/><category term='NYE'/><category term='Debbie'/><category term='the room'/><category term='vmd'/><title type='text'>That Girl Cynthia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-6623714280481323361</id><published>2009-06-01T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T23:44:02.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='byebye'/><title type='text'>bye bye blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great year-and-a-half with Blogger, and 2-and-a-half prior with Xanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to moving somewhere more permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thatgirlcynthia.com/"&gt;www.thatgirlcynthia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've imported all my posts from Blogger to the new site, so Blogger's pretty much redundant from here on out. So change your links, please and thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite a dot com suggesting that I may become more commercialized, quite the opposite actually. I’m making sure it’s still personally me in there. Clean slate and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-6623714280481323361?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6623714280481323361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=6623714280481323361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6623714280481323361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6623714280481323361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-bye-blogger.html' title='bye bye blogger'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-3235284952474935909</id><published>2009-05-18T01:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T02:52:31.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weetard'/><title type='text'>Smitten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;There's only you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The only thing that's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My first love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every breath that I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;You're every step I make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;All my love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;No one else will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;They tell me how much you care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And no one can deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;This love I have inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll give it all to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My love, my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;My endless love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woaaah T__T jiwangggg sial T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day with Rhys with this song stuck in my head,&lt;br /&gt;and I kept bursting out into song in front of him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"MY LOVEEEE~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because i damn not shy with him anymore, hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;But luckily he damn layan me &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"~THERE'S ONLY YOOOU IN MY LIFEEEE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All damn day, out of the blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"I WANT TOO SHAREE~ ALL MAI LOVEEE~ WITHHH YOUUU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And he joins in and we serenade to each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; in a super tak glamour, voice salah pitching way, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we've found our song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and I also think we can be one of those really annoying sappy couples sometimes. Hee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you, I've been Youtubing and downloading American Idol 8 songs like nobody's business&lt;br /&gt;(only my favourite top 3, but mainly &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt; la hurhurhurhur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to really start appreciating the oldies ballads genre. A genre I honestly never quite liked before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But because of Gokey's amazing rendition, I looked for the originals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Endless Love,&lt;/span&gt; by Lionel Richie + Diana Ross' version (1981)&lt;br /&gt;also by Luther Vandross + Mariah Carey's version (1994)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; You Are So Beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;by Joe Cocker (1975)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I still like Gokey's version better than the originals. And oh&lt;span&gt; his live ones, not the studio recording!&lt;br /&gt;I find his vocals are better, and you can hear his some tragic emotion in it T___T not difficult to figure out he was singing for his wife that died recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because of him, I find myself tuning into Light&amp;amp;Easy more often than Hitz or Fly these days. Hahahahaha omg right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me, or were all the artists back in the 70's and 80's like, competing to sing the most epic jiwang love ballad or what? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Danny Gokey - Endless Love (Live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-3235284952474935909?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3235284952474935909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=3235284952474935909&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3235284952474935909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3235284952474935909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/05/smitten.html' title='Smitten.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5414547088037344873</id><published>2009-05-16T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:42:01.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>*cries*</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be blogging tonight, got a lot of work to do but......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAI GODDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO FOLLOWS AMERICAN IDOL current season 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANNY GOKEY GOT VOTED OFF TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;DANNY GOKEY GOT VOTED OFF TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;DANNY GOKEY GOT VOTED OFF TONIGHT. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I HAVE LOST THE WILL TO LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curls into a ball of emo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Didn't have the mood to say much last night 'cause I was emo&lt;br /&gt;went to wallow in my sorrows by Youtubing Gokey's songs last night, wuwuwu T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel (abit) better now so I'll fill you in on my thoughts on the AI finalists for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/span&gt; is, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;. Theatrical. Entertaining :) It's a little insane. His high-note screaming freaks me out sometimes. But anyway, you gotta be living under a rock if you don't know his name already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kris Allen,&lt;/span&gt; the dark horse. Even I didn't think very much of him at the beginning, but towards the end his music style reminded me a lot of Jason Mraz, which is always good in my books :) doesn't hurt that he's cute too, quiet and humble. Makes my sister swoon all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've really been rooting for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Danny Gokey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since the beginning. His voice is so amazing! So soulful and touching, with his sexy raspy voice. Gives me goosebumps almost all the time. Most memorable performance was when he sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Endless Love"&lt;/span&gt; and of course, this week's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You Are So Beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;. *CRIES*&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS SMILE. HELLOO. His warm, kind smile. SIGHHH. My turn to swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 191px;" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/music/idol/blog/american-idol-0514.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen, Adam Lambet, Danny Gokey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;all the 3 finalists this season (now 2, OH NOOO)&lt;br /&gt;Didn't matter who would've gotten voted out I still would've been upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really figured I'd see my personal 2 favourites (and consistent front-runners) in the finals: Adam and Gokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert is a shoo-in la, so, haihh boring to talk about him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can imagine my SHEER AGONY when Ryan Seacrest announced Kris into the top 2 finalists &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/stunned.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up from the couch, screaming &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while my sister jumped too, screaming &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;"YEAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us hooligans ran round and round the living room screaming our respective war-cries, til we both fell back on the couch and mellowed to Gokey's final performance of "You Are So Beautiful". *nooooooo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. My god, being a fangirl is exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seacrest announced that more than 88 million votes were received, with only 1 million votes separating the the top 2, Adam and Kris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Who else is thinking next week's final showdown may be closer than we thought? &lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, let me wallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Danny Gokey - You Are So Beautiful (Live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5414547088037344873?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5414547088037344873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5414547088037344873&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5414547088037344873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5414547088037344873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/05/cries.html' title='*cries*'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5394074741382122984</id><published>2009-05-07T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T03:49:58.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weetard'/><title type='text'>Food Quirks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another &lt;s&gt;damn weird&lt;/s&gt; quite endearing quirk about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer cheapo instant coffee compared to the real stuff. (and im not talking about the price)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to cappuccino's, espresso's, affogato's, whachumacallit's and etc's - I have to be reallyyy careful. 'Cause most of them are too strong for me, giving me a crazy buzz and/or a headache. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SgHVPtA64MI/AAAAAAAAC7w/yI9JQrcCa2I/s1600/DSC01359-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332777899541586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my kitchen: &lt;/span&gt;Nescafe regular, Aik Cheong regular, Aik Cheong Kopi-O, Carrefour regular (wtf), Milo, tea, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnn, is my entire family hooked onto caffeine or what -_- and we like variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nescafe 3-in-1 is my favourite :)&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Aik Cheong occasionally because it's fun to drink with its milky yummy goodness, but lousy and cannot wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Kopi-O is my parents', I've never tried because there's no milk or creamer in it :(&lt;br /&gt;Carrefour brand also my parents', I've never tried because..... dude. come on.&lt;br /&gt;But my parents have been trying to convert me from Nescafe to Carrefour because it's stronger. (and perhaps cheaper.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While now I refer to it as my morning fix, my coffeelove, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it amazing that just a few years ago, I used to effing HATE coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand the horrible bitter taste, or even the smell. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Heck, even mocha cake! I can't believe I missed out on Tiramisu's for over 18 years!!! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite endearing food quirk #2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I can't eat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal &lt;/span&gt;food like bread or milk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SgHVPZV69mI/AAAAAAAAC7o/_jyIuKhU7No/s1600/DSC01356-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332777894260962914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure love eating snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best disgusting-looking food ever. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna know something else that's disgusting? This entire post was inspired and drafted in my head when I got home from dinner tonight and I let out a mini burp, and I could smell/taste/sense/eww-haha the cheesy garlic-covered escargot all over again &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; *shy heee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....oh, and yea I'm quite fond of that guy in the picture too :) Mmmn. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - Cath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5394074741382122984?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5394074741382122984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5394074741382122984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5394074741382122984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5394074741382122984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/05/food-quirks.html' title='Food Quirks.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SgHVPtA64MI/AAAAAAAAC7w/yI9JQrcCa2I/s72-c/DSC01359-q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-691818701696630108</id><published>2009-05-04T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:18:13.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Shopaholic Squeal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was the very first day of the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8i44J3XSI/AAAAAAAAC4w/z9GBcX6-UXY/s1600-h/warehousesale.jpg"&gt;Zara/Pull&amp;amp;Bear/Massimo Dutti warehouse sale&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SisterDebbie &lt;/span&gt;and I had been contemplating on going :)&lt;br /&gt;I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HELLOOO, LIEK&lt;/span&gt;, it's Zara and Pull&amp;amp;Bear !!! *shopaholic squeal*&lt;br /&gt;Waaayy on top of my favourite-shops-list, yo. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually these types of warehouse sales are located at random faraway places i don't know how to drive to and can't be bothered to look at the map for, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; but this one's like, right smack at Cineleisure Damansara, The Curve! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; zomg fated la how to miss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stopped squealing to myself when I thought of the EPIC mad crowd that are usually attracted to these  types of warehouse sales. Argh. I don't like crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on Thursday itself, one of my customers of &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt; texted me some horrifying news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1pm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm paying right now. I came at 10am when the doors opened at 11, and everyone was practically pushing their way in. At one point, people were shouting and getting angry! There's too many people. Good bargains though :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghhh! -_- my worst nightmare. More than crowds, I certainly don't like angry pushy bargain-hungry mobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I told Debbie sorry but we're staying home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when Debbie gave me the OH-COME-ONNN-look-of-shocked-disappointment and I gave her the OMG-YOU'RE-RIGHT-LET'S-GOOO-look-of-repented-determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8XoGckV7I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/8uvADrmTWUk/s1600/DSC01271-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006461522597810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG HELLO WAREHOUSE SALE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at 4pm and passed by a friend, Ernest. Who said to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"....just arrived? Why you come so late! Go look at the queue, I think you'll be in there at 6 only."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt; argh why is everyone trying to dampen our spirits! *spirits dampened*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we marched right up to the area - laughed at our misery when we saw the ridiculous line (TWO ridiculous long lines btw) - and queued up right at the start T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Gerald at the front of the line and he told us he waited about 45 minutes to get there. Phewh. Now that doesn't sound sooo bad..... (actually it does la, but compared to 2 hours, we're definitely counting our blessings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we only ended up waiting in line for about 40 minutes, which actually felt much shorter to me but that's probably 'cause I had my sister to entertain me silly :)&lt;br /&gt;And there was no angry mob out front la, we were all a very chilled evening crowd, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8XoJLtz0I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/5pWTCA_z2iY/s1600/DSC01272-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006462257221442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muka meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8XoX4jG4I/AAAAAAAAC4g/Oia-KOn26qE/s1600/DSC01276-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006466203360130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone waiting to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;(EH this shot was taken when we were quite up front of the line, and does not do justice to the actual craziness that is the length of the queue -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got in, the scene was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Bundles and bundles of clothes everywhere; in giant piles for you to dig through (with other bargain-hungry shoppers), on the racks for you to sift through quickly, and even scattered on the floor for you to ignore and step on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment I turned around, Debbie was gone. Washed away by the sea of people no doubt -_- so I took a deep breath, and got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first 20 minutes in there I was really diligent, and I found some pretty cute stuff :)&lt;br /&gt;but after 20 minutes - I started to remember how much I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;didn't like crowds &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; plus the heat and all the dust la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for the queue to pay for my purchases, SUPER annoying confusing long zig-zaggy queue going right through a crowded busy shopping lane, and the worker was so rude when I asked for help, hmph -_-&lt;br /&gt;And then, at the last minute, I saw this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;psychedelic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bluish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purplish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;fabric &lt;/span&gt;on the floor and i picked it up curiously and WAHEY! It's a gorgeous dress that fell off the racks!&lt;br /&gt;Was abit dirty on the edges from being stepped on, oh nooo, but nothing a wash couldn't help with :)&lt;br /&gt;And omg what a bargain, super worth it and puts all the other clothes I found to shame. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;So it made me day worthwhile, and i was no longer angry at that incompetent worker dude, hahaha &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post a picture of my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;awesome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;psychedelic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;bluish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purplish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;pink &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;soon! Yes, I wore it like a few nights later, hahahahah ish, i is many happies to find it &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8XoXYw7JI/AAAAAAAAC4o/W9ST-Abmjm0/s1600-h/DSC01279-rew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8XoXYw7JI/AAAAAAAAC4o/W9ST-Abmjm0/s1600/DSC01279-rew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332006466070047890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because dah lama tak post up daily dresses/style shots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kate Havnevik - Unlike Me (Acapella)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-691818701696630108?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/691818701696630108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=691818701696630108&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/691818701696630108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/691818701696630108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/05/shopaholic-squeal.html' title='Shopaholic Squeal!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sf8XoGckV7I/AAAAAAAAC4Q/8uvADrmTWUk/s72-c/DSC01271-e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5949115933691470133</id><published>2009-04-27T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T01:50:23.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Dreams and Whimsicalities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it occurred to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I woke up this morning, groggy and frustrated as I burrowed my head deeper into my pillow. As if the harder I burrowed, the faster I'd drift back to sleep -_-&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fall back to sleep so badly, not so much because I was sleepy or it was still too early, (in fact it was pretty late, already 10am-ish. No class today yay!) but because I really wanted to get back to that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a special dream or anything. Can't remember what it was, something about a shopping mall and I lived in it. I was watching TV in a shop that didn't look anything like my living room, and I walked over to the kitchen, ie. the next shop where the refrigerator was. Dunno. But it made sense at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those random meaningless dreams, the kind that makes you go "huh??" when you wake up and analyze it &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; but still interesting dreams nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;Dreams I haven't had  in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my recent nights have been pretty dream-less. Which I've heard somewhere that scientifically means that I've been getting a good night's sleep, you get no dreams when you're in a deep slumber and all. So, yay me, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually boo, 'cause I kinda miss them &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss having totally weird dreams like taking a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ship &lt;/span&gt;to school. Or getting totally fat on the day before my highschool prom. Or going to prison and chatted merrily with my next-cell neighbour Dennis, and the only thing I worried about was how to tell my parents that my court trial was gonna clash with my Mid Term Exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All real dreams, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may have known that I used to keep a journal called &lt;a href="http://thiathia.xanga.com/354498805/item/"&gt;"My book of dreams"&lt;/a&gt;, waaay back when. Wrote a little about it in the old dusty xanga blog &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt; *blows cobwebs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Goodness. Going through my old blog, by the way, it feels alot like going through your old high school yearbook photos, where you had funny hair, bad complexion, braces and the works! I'm cringing yet amused by the way I used to blog last time, I write so differently now! But then again, I may say the same thing in another 4 years time about my current blog, hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dreams and whimsicalities, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nike NSW Summerdelic Fashion Show&lt;/span&gt; @ Mid Valley&lt;/span&gt;  the other day, and was quite  impressed!  Everything was so upbeat and colourful and whimsical from start to end. Ending with all the models and personalities dancing onstage, of course :) Some playfully tried to pole dance (or rather, dance near the pole) hahaha, good try :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWF4It0xvI/AAAAAAAAC2g/SbmQ1o-m9gc/s1600/DSC01136-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312933521704690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All friends on the red carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWF3wEybKI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/Z1O8UrI5QKo/s1600/DSC01133-i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312926907133090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisgingerfish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gingerfish&lt;/a&gt; told me about this wickid Nike ad campaign coming out in New Man magazine May issue. These are the previews, lined up along the red carpet. Look out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWFmlCYApI/AAAAAAAAC2I/vNJn-dX2diA/s1600/DSC01128-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312631886447250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWFmXlitxI/AAAAAAAAC1w/E85bG_AkT7o/s1600/DSC01123-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312628275853074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Miss Ally :)&lt;br /&gt;My sheer polkadot top straight out of &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt;, and I adore Ally's white dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWFmrz5tDI/AAAAAAAAC2A/-hXpUulVEIE/s1600/DSC01126-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312633704789042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Lai, Yee Sim, Yee San&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWF4awxYNI/AAAAAAAAC24/3K4zBrGEYcU/s1600/DSC01149-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312938365903058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emcees Ean &amp;amp; Rudy of &lt;a href="http://hitz.fm/"&gt;Hitz.fm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGERAgavI/AAAAAAAAC3A/5HnVB_lCJks/s1600/DSC01161-j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313141905976050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGEf583uI/AAAAAAAAC3I/gujxKaHvR_4/s1600/DSC01165-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313145905012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGEt53iFI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/YcesSHZ2Bnc/s1600/DSC01171-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313149662758994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/arabyrd"&gt;Arabyrd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGElqBbuI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/4Yz2GQWdCoU/s1600/DSC01186-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313147448815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGE1DXrRI/AAAAAAAAC3g/3oBGjBpS_Xg/s1600/DSC01194-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313151581662482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerleaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGRJBkDyI/AAAAAAAAC3o/w32zyGTaPCs/s1600/DSC01207-i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313363101224738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGRUvK7GI/AAAAAAAAC3w/03qswBMeY10/s1600/DSC01210-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313366245305442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGRXQKD1I/AAAAAAAAC34/iMlJMHFQLeA/s1600/DSC01225-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313366920531794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody around me was oogling at this one :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGRpHXelI/AAAAAAAAC4A/Aqgi3m_BLmI/s1600/DSC01231-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313371715500626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaance dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWF4Q65WAI/AAAAAAAAC2w/vvoYdvffCXQ/s1600/DSC01140-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312935724013570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;a href="http://jadezheng.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWF4K_rzLI/AAAAAAAAC2o/-j8lh9N_2sI/s1600/DSC01137-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312934133484722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWFmRotXSI/AAAAAAAAC14/Ja0HngmfFxg/s1600/DSC01125-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329312626678521122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the &lt;a href="http://averagejoesupply.blogspot.com/"&gt;Average Joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWGRx7ktXI/AAAAAAAAC4I/9EISUmzY53s/s1600/DSC01237-f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329313374081955186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with &lt;a href="http://sodamnsalty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Saltydogg&lt;/a&gt; and his fried chickin', hur hur hur ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Girl in a Coma - Their Cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5949115933691470133?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5949115933691470133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5949115933691470133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5949115933691470133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5949115933691470133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams-and-whimsicalities.html' title='Dreams and Whimsicalities.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SfWF4It0xvI/AAAAAAAAC2g/SbmQ1o-m9gc/s72-c/DSC01136-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5308133483119859232</id><published>2009-04-23T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:13:07.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Fill in the blanks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ignore the death stares and jump straight to the blogging part ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wha? who? who broke her own record and did not blog for a week and a half? *innocent toothy grin* &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice to have a few subtle hints and prompts (before they turned to death glares)  from people to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello woman, update your blog pls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one night at Mcds with the DJ boys and one of them (VI boy, who shall not be named to save him from embarrassment &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;) piped out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hey Cyn, update your blog la damn zhat boring in work i got nothing to read anymore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF eh hello didn't know you read my blog, apalah ini kawan tapi silent reader jugak -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"and btw just now i was inside buying food, i saw a couple of friends and they asked me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hey, is that ThatGirlCynthia sitting with you?'&lt;/span&gt; hahahahah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue all teasing remarks and woohoos thrown at me from around the table -_- *blush wtf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I swear, things like these will never get less-overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MelbourneSarah &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK-Mingshen&lt;/span&gt; both sent me long wordy bestfriendy emails a couple of weeks ago, and we've been emailing again ever since :)&lt;br /&gt;Though we do keep in touch through random SMSes and Facebook from time to time, we realize that's not quite a comprehensive update on each other's lives that we deserve!&lt;br /&gt;(though I suspect that the timing of these emails might have something to do with &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/sailed-on.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; I had written a few weeks ago, hmm &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long talks of facing the corporate world soon, difficult job applications in other countries, potential travelling plans, being homesick, life, love, and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally shared a whole bunch of things that's been on my mind for months now, and I confess that while I've always shared my thoughts in my blog, this is one issue hovering in my mind like a dark cloud that I have yet to share with my public audience. Well, not yet, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one thing about these girls that I'll always miss? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're really a bunch of jiwang-fied girly squealy HEE HEE girls it's abit crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i talk to them it's like a profession of our love for one another,&lt;br /&gt;always starting or ending the email with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG I'VE MISSED YOUUU - YOU HAVE NOO IDEAAA - despite the distance you've always been my best friend - i miss our long coffee sessions it makes me so homesick - &lt;/span&gt;*insert continuous sappy iloveu iloveu iloveu's* &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quoting what Sarah said? (no pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"........I'm just sitting here on a Friday evening pretending I'm out having coffee with you, hahaha that's why this email sounds so conversation-like yea? I hope this makes us feel closer since we're 300000000 miles away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly to add to this intentional not-quite-comprehensive update of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading again &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; and MY GOODNESS i forgot how reading can be such a guilty pleasure! Especially when you're doing a course that pretty much requires you to spend all of your free time reading and memorizing the IAS standards, instead of indulging in fictional stories of vampires. Oops, did i give it away yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon! And will try not to break my own record again. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Katie Herzig - Forevermore&lt;/span&gt; (damn kiut song :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5308133483119859232?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5308133483119859232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5308133483119859232&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5308133483119859232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5308133483119859232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/fill-in-blanks.html' title='Fill in the blanks...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1037719792257668481</id><published>2009-04-13T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:08:30.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Nothing and everything is Possimpible.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all final year ACCA students think about their CV's, and their resume's well before they graduate. (well if you aren't, YOU SHOULD BE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'll be looking into mine pretty soon, I can't help but think about Barney Stinson's video resume, on How I Met Your Mother &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; so. effing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching that episode with my sister and we lollollollol-rewind- lollollol some more :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WDmEZP9Czg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WDmEZP9Czg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awes awes awes awes awes awes awes awes awes awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1037719792257668481?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1037719792257668481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1037719792257668481&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1037719792257668481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1037719792257668481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/nothing-and-everything-is-possimpible.html' title='Nothing and everything is Possimpible.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1650530166057984391</id><published>2009-04-10T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:58:10.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><title type='text'>Sailed On.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote this a couple of weeks ago when I was particularly upset about something. Finally decided to pull it out of my Drafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think about the friendships you've lost in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people you've loved and lost in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Ships that sailed in and out of your life, but have left their significant marks.&lt;br /&gt;Everything around reminds you so fondly of them. Their names ring so bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while you ache to relive those moments again, you also know that they're over.&lt;br /&gt;And rather than forcing it, you settle with acceptance; and watch those sailed ships quietly fade  into nothing but memories left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one life lesson I have yet to learn, I think, it is to stop caring about people too much.&lt;br /&gt;This applies to people who don't deserve it; and the ones who do, but they'll only leave in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And therefore breaking my heart, whether they know it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once the dust has settled (and maybe a few tears shed), I suppose all there's left is acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder though, if you think of me? As much as I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;And how I've missed the good old days when we were inseparable. :)&lt;br /&gt;Was it time that drew us apart. Or distance. Or simply our circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault. Was it yours. Or do I simply blame life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know, that just because I don't call anymore,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean I don't miss you, and think about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Landon Pigg - Sailed On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1650530166057984391?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1650530166057984391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1650530166057984391&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1650530166057984391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1650530166057984391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/sailed-on.html' title='Sailed On.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1537618748311674093</id><published>2009-04-08T14:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:43:49.830+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paintball'/><title type='text'>PAINball.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are talks of possibly going for another round of paintball soon,&lt;br /&gt;but while my adventurous side screams "LET'S GO AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;my chicken shit side remembers the searing pain those seemingly harmless tiny pellets of SHEER HELL can cause. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time at paintball, about a month ago at Subang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be honest, at first I was really excited at the idea of rolling around in the dirt with a giant rifle in hand, shooting all the boys down. Rawr ;) *superhero Rambo pose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all I've heard about the injuries and casualties in paintball (who would've thought those tiny pellets of food colouring and vegetable oil could do so much damage?), I was still more hyped up than anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First timers Luxanne and I were excited (and a bit worried at the same time), so we really geared up and prepared ourselves from head to toe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wore long sleeved shirts, baggy pants, and leggings underneath our pants &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and scarves to protect our necks because I especially remember &lt;a href="http://stephenstephen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stephen&lt;/a&gt;'s giant purple mark with oozing yellow pus where his skin tore, on his neck. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdwzk5HmzMI/AAAAAAAAClo/ZM3hpwXkog8/s1600-h/2506_175390975170_631635170_6383481_6931453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 441px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdwzk5HmzMI/AAAAAAAAClo/ZM3hpwXkog8/s1600/2506_175390975170_631635170_6383481_6931453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322185568546114754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed no purple oozing marks here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0C6lGc5I/AAAAAAAACmA/MgSDh6WyGIg/s1600-h/2671_140997425436_513825436_6259475_1843113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0C6lGc5I/AAAAAAAACmA/MgSDh6WyGIg/s1600/2671_140997425436_513825436_6259475_1843113_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186084334334866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.I. Janes: Cyn, &lt;a href="http://stit-stit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chelle&lt;/a&gt;, Luxanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw4F2HAkvI/AAAAAAAACpI/Km0ivt2tc7E/s1600-h/2671_140997420436_513825436_6259474_5994302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw4F2HAkvI/AAAAAAAACpI/Km0ivt2tc7E/s1600/2671_140997420436_513825436_6259474_5994302_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322190532720497394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jian Wen, Julian, Freddy: definitely not first-timers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0TgfoLQI/AAAAAAAACmY/zf48wsmPGAc/s1600-h/2671_140997470436_513825436_6259482_5398982_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0TgfoLQI/AAAAAAAACmY/zf48wsmPGAc/s1600/2671_140997470436_513825436_6259482_5398982_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186369389833474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divided into 2 groups, we strategized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0TrThVPI/AAAAAAAACmg/dwxVz3kDU8U/s1600-h/2671_140997475436_513825436_6259483_6006797_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0TrThVPI/AAAAAAAACmg/dwxVz3kDU8U/s1600/2671_140997475436_513825436_6259483_6006797_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186372291843314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of our first game. Us two girls (me and Chelle) srategizing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0TliArvI/AAAAAAAACmo/Gp8RlB1vf0c/s1600-h/2671_140997490436_513825436_6259485_6693928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0TliArvI/AAAAAAAACmo/Gp8RlB1vf0c/s1600/2671_140997490436_513825436_6259485_6693928_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186370742005490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game started, we hid behind our bunker the whole time, hahahahaahaahah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first game damn fail.&lt;br /&gt;But Chelle wouldn't run out with me and we panicked when the shooting began! Evil pink pellets were flying everywhere. I tried shooting from our bunker but my aiming also quite fail -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few rounds I grew some balls (figuratively speaking) and ran around to the front bunkers. Not bad la, can pass this time :) but I guess still considered fail because I didn't hit anybody, rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0DGB3-jI/AAAAAAAACmI/TiBL89Ohczc/s1600-h/2671_140997440436_513825436_6259478_3837699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0DGB3-jI/AAAAAAAACmI/TiBL89Ohczc/s1600/2671_140997440436_513825436_6259478_3837699_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186087407811122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1LJ0KKUI/AAAAAAAACoA/9hBoRYuQbJU/s1600-h/2671_140997615436_513825436_6259505_156712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1LJ0KKUI/AAAAAAAACoA/9hBoRYuQbJU/s1600/2671_140997615436_513825436_6259505_156712_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187325374605634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris shot people when game was over! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0DJPsSCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/aw_XXvglDts/s1600-h/2671_140997460436_513825436_6259481_2533667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw0DJPsSCI/AAAAAAAACmQ/aw_XXvglDts/s1600/2671_140997460436_513825436_6259481_2533667_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322186088271071266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SarahYip champion woman painballer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1LCLsk0I/AAAAAAAACnw/Yd1RG28n3IM/s1600-h/2671_140997570436_513825436_6259499_6892717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1LCLsk0I/AAAAAAAACnw/Yd1RG28n3IM/s1600/2671_140997570436_513825436_6259499_6892717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187323325846338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't til a couple more rounds later, when I received my first hit on my left thigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;AARGH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Clutching my thigh, I remember thinking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Woahh. Intense. PAINNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and had to chill behind my bunker for a moment to recover from that searing pain. &gt;.&lt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Bugger, who shot me! Who shot meeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I stood from my bunker and shot at whoever (opponent) I could see peeking from their bunkers. Damn kamikaze superhero-cari-maut style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like a minute after that, I scooched back down in fear of being shot again T_T wuwuwuwu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1LSPq1RI/AAAAAAAACoI/VMN3jyfADFs/s1600-h/2671_140997620436_513825436_6259506_1729504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1LSPq1RI/AAAAAAAACoI/VMN3jyfADFs/s1600/2671_140997620436_513825436_6259506_1729504_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187327637476626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game over! and Chelle gave up halfway, aiyo :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being shot twice, but thankfully no major skin-tearing damage. One big bruise on my thigh, and one bigger bruise on my right arm -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ended up shooting.... no one T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. Nevermind, there's always a next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1TkAmnfI/AAAAAAAACoY/cvhPBCdhkQI/s1600-h/2671_140997635436_513825436_6259508_7221744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1TkAmnfI/AAAAAAAACoY/cvhPBCdhkQI/s1600/2671_140997635436_513825436_6259508_7221744_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187469845077490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poh checking out his damage, and Xanne-never-got-shot :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1Ttnd44I/AAAAAAAACog/za2GDZWt1mg/s1600-h/2671_140997640436_513825436_6259509_4365535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1Ttnd44I/AAAAAAAACog/za2GDZWt1mg/s1600/2671_140997640436_513825436_6259509_4365535_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187472424002434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blueh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1K8tZI9I/AAAAAAAACno/4yQK7wuMSuU/s1600-h/2671_140997565436_513825436_6259498_1899990_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdw1K8tZI9I/AAAAAAAACno/4yQK7wuMSuU/s1600/2671_140997565436_513825436_6259498_1899990_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322187321856566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik's whopper on his head, dunno how he got it there &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, it was crazy fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jason Mraz - Did You Get My Message?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1537618748311674093?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1537618748311674093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1537618748311674093&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1537618748311674093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1537618748311674093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/painball.html' title='PAINball.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sdwzk5HmzMI/AAAAAAAAClo/ZM3hpwXkog8/s72-c/2506_175390975170_631635170_6383481_6931453_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2053038076737379422</id><published>2009-04-05T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T00:08:58.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101s'/><title type='text'>The E word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the course of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I have been fortunate enough to meet many different types of people; from different cliques, backgrounds, age-groups, personalities, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, we always get along pretty well. For those who remain acquaintances, or those special few who turn into great friends :)&lt;br /&gt;I always thought, making enemies, or having them at all, is so unnecessary! Still true btw ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe I was also blessed to have been raised properly, and in a healthy environment where friends all loved friends, there was hardly ever any petty high school drama nonsense where I grew up. Any problems were dealt with in a proper manner, and more 'civil', at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I suppose it was inevitable that, while my social environment grew with time, I had to cross paths with some seriously vindictive, immature, borderline psychotic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of people whose entire lives revolve around drama-rama. LOA, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of people whom, at the beginning, bitches about your group and then later tries to befriend you at a dance audition. Seeing that they could not catch up with the choreographer's moves at all, gave up and stood woefully at the back, we felt sorry for them and had to teach them so they'd be able to catch up. Fake and friendly all throughout, they reverted back to backstabbing-mode bitching about our group after the show. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Yea I'll be damned if they thought even for a moment that we wouldn't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, almost a year later of not crossing paths, she suddenly &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/11/fool-me-once-shame-on-you.html"&gt;attacks me at a party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No rhyme, no reason. Hm, and this is where the term 'psychotic' comes in, and insanely LOA -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's been months since the incident, and we happen to cross paths again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locked eyes for a moment, and unfortunately, for the first time in my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the mere sight of someone (or some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;) could all of a sudden disgust you so much, it makes your gagging reflexes go haywire -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sense of ugliness that goes beyond skin-deep. It's quite tragic, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it occurred to me that, while my principals have not changed, and I still think making enemies as often as changing your underwear is completely stupid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having &lt;/span&gt;enemies is a very different thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now, I realize, there really *are* people in this world who do not deserve your friendship. They do not deserve your kindness, compassion, time or effort even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will even try not to pity these people anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Enemies? :) I can live with that.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes having them, but it's part and parcel of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2053038076737379422?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2053038076737379422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2053038076737379422&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2053038076737379422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2053038076737379422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-word.html' title='The E word.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-4890736361467225132</id><published>2009-04-05T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:56:55.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>I want to remember how we were, in those days of gold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Chris &lt;/span&gt;over drinks recently, and he mentioned that he received his very first paycheck of his life that day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is Chris! The monkey boy I knew since wee primary school, the buffoon I literally grew up with, and even shared classes with all throughout ACCA. Now he's working for one of the Big 4 audit firms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every once in awhile he used to complain to me in class,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Cynthiaaaaa, I feel so broke sometimes. Luxanne models and earns money, you dance and blog and earn money, what about meeeeee....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you won't be complaining about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;ever again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also recently found out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my high school friends, and fellow beloved Funky Socks member,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be getting married soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 401px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdjeSTVRDvI/AAAAAAAAClg/ArOnXHeHlo4/s1600/DSC00119-polapola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321247365746724594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, we're all growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holidays On Ice - Here Comes Your Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-4890736361467225132?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4890736361467225132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=4890736361467225132&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4890736361467225132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4890736361467225132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/growing-up.html' title='I want to remember how we were, in those days of gold.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdjeSTVRDvI/AAAAAAAAClg/ArOnXHeHlo4/s72-c/DSC00119-polapola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1871894048050668769</id><published>2009-04-01T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:33:19.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Heineken Green Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm, I breathe a sigh of frustration and relief, as the lecturer announced that class is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....gawdd, i really need that beer -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed on over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange Dance Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after class, and snagged us some tables.&lt;br /&gt;There was a flurry of other early birds filling up the place too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArhuloduI/AAAAAAAACio/0zi3p1K6rFw/s1600/DSC00485-f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799018366105314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, a wave of nostalgia hit me as I saw the place. I quickly turned to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mahani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Does this place bring back memories or what?" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt; "Ah, the rexona no sweat dance challenge days. Haven't been here since then, 3-4 years ago?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) *nostalgic sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqfnRpl_I/AAAAAAAACgw/cBaAIuwgxeo/s1600/DSC00445-n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318797882531878898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who else noticed those white glass boxes in the skies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb99eiSCHwI/AAAAAAAACdY/Qgc1NoBM1mY/s1600/Heineken_Green_Room,_Zouk_Kuala_Lumpur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104048872464130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that were previously the backdrop of &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-is-in-again.html"&gt;Heineken Green Room's first event?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdBCyy6H4zI/AAAAAAAACiw/nu8jJ0SOSFk/s1600/DSC00451-uu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824600351007538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like some ice-cold, buckets of beer after a long day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqf8-Lt8I/AAAAAAAAChI/xBw230Cv19Q/s1600/DSC00449-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318797888355809218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArSPhmYbI/AAAAAAAACh4/Rcl9YROfOBk/s1600/DSC00463-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798752329654706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin-strategically-wore-green ;) moi, Mahani and ChoongHong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAq0BMLemI/AAAAAAAAChw/tzVOUIDUFbQ/s1600/DSC00461-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798233085639266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Yee, Chris, and Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqfuw5JgI/AAAAAAAACg4/RvvMt19FV8M/s1600/DSC00447-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318797884541969922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blastique.net/"&gt;Box Frenzy&lt;/a&gt; kicking things off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqzW3KsnI/AAAAAAAAChg/vkNXmeYCGy4/s1600/DSC00456-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798221723218546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.djumasoundsystem.com/"&gt;Djuma Soundsystem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqfgC-ouI/AAAAAAAAChA/SWuTgfHHHNs/s1600/DSC00448-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318797880591295202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with good ol' Yik &amp;amp; Kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who are tempting me to an yet another island holiday rendezvous, similar to last year's &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/search/label/Lang%20Tengah"&gt;Lang Tengah escapade&lt;/a&gt;. Hmmn ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqzkaKzzI/AAAAAAAACho/5g0-cdPZnLA/s1600/DSC00460-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798225359687474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeking inside the Green Room state of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw many trippy things! ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArhUbhINI/AAAAAAAACig/qoJkg94H9EU/s1600/DSC00479-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318799011344359634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vhsorbeta.com/"&gt;VHS or Beta&lt;/a&gt; rocking it out on stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArTB56pNI/AAAAAAAACiY/ToSzLykTp4o/s1600/DSC00478-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798765853418706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending the crowd into a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArSmCl2qI/AAAAAAAACiA/SWDiRqsRg30/s1600/DSC00464-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798758373612194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdAqyTN2sII/AAAAAAAAChQ/HXk_rE0E2TM/s1600/DSC00450-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798203564765314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdBN1DlTPLI/AAAAAAAACjA/EpvCgzyauc4/s1600/DSC00488-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318836733814717618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArSuhVSRI/AAAAAAAACiI/L5s_gsq5C4Q/s1600/DSC00469-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318798760650033426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdBCzXFfZ3I/AAAAAAAACi4/t2cLMS1q0tg/s1600/DSC00462-bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318824610062362482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running around with our bottles in hand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with a major beer buzz and particularly de-stressed, and our after-party supper helped sober us up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.heineken.com.my/"&gt;Heineken&lt;/a&gt; for a 2nd round of super-charged party maximus! I wonder, will there be a third? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here for &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-is-in-again.html"&gt;the first&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1871894048050668769?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1871894048050668769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1871894048050668769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1871894048050668769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1871894048050668769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/04/heineken-green-room.html' title='Heineken Green Room'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdArhuloduI/AAAAAAAACio/0zi3p1K6rFw/s72-c/DSC00485-f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-7035069929934488338</id><published>2009-03-30T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:43:40.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><title type='text'>Backlogged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was one of those days that turned out randomly crazy for me,&lt;br /&gt;because while you slept in that morning, possibly getting over Friday night's hangover, I was sitting in class from 9am - 7pm. Yes, on a Saturday -_-&lt;br /&gt;Oh you should know me by now to know that I never joke about these things!&lt;br /&gt;Closing in to the end of class, my stressed and brain-dead self looked forward to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heineken Green Room&lt;/span&gt; event later at night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.....gawdd, i need that beer. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still kept in mind that &lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/a&gt; was tonight!&lt;br /&gt;I reminded my mom to switch off all our lights at 8.30pm, had dinner, and quickly rushed to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;8.30 on the dot, my mom walked into my room, smirking.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "Shouldn't you be switching off your lights too?" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of any clever comebacks, as I guiltily held up my mascara wand looking in the mirror.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Touché&lt;/span&gt;, mother. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly dumped all my necessities into my purse, switched off my lights (and laptop, and air-cond, and fan) and stumbled down the stairs in the dark -_-&lt;br /&gt;8.30 on the dot too, Kelvin's car was parked outside my house. Why is everybody suddenly so punctual on Earth-Hour Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still compiling the pictures of that night at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heineken Green Room&lt;/span&gt;, be patient ya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I get to blog a little about previous incidents and backlogged events I've been meaning to post up, because I haven't been efficient in blogging lately! (and time management) ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, a few bloggers were invited to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Tavern @ GAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I kept in mind that I've seen that giant &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAB &lt;/span&gt;(Guiness Anchor Berhad) factory/brewery a few times along Federal Highway, I never actually knew where the entrance was.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I almost *never* ever use the Federal Highway to get to anywhere, so I made sure I got proper directions to the factory/brewery this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got sooo lost, it wasn't funny maaan. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that one of the (most crucial) roads was closed off, which made my directions completely useless T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around and read signboards, but freaking hell, Malaysian signboards are quite useless also lor sometimes T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus the evening traffic jam T___T omaigod, thinking about it and reliving the moment all over again makes me stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;CarolNuffnang&lt;/span&gt; for more directions, numerous times, with numerous versions from many other people near her as well. All times also fail T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last phone call to her was in my most distressed state. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Carollll, sorry if I'm super late, but if I lose my way any moreee I wanna go homeeee."&lt;/span&gt; T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just as she was calming me down, THERE IT WAS. The entrance to GAB!&lt;br /&gt;To me, it looked more like the pearly gates of heaven T___T hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCoKgXWH7I/AAAAAAAACk4/KFTwcbJ-Ap4/s1600/DSC01428-n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318936058364567474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling particularly black&amp;white;&lt;br /&gt;with my B&amp;amp;W checkered leggings, B&amp;amp;W starry scarf, black tank top, black (giant) bag, black heels, white hairband, black &amp;amp; silver accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived (the latest -_-) and said my helloes to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt; soon piped out, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;"Haha so YOU'RE the one who got lost and kept calling Carol non-stop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Yesss and if I got any more lost, I would have gone home already. Argh, I so need a beer right now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people know this (well neither did I!), but there is a pub called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tavern&lt;/span&gt; that resides within the GAB compound, not so much open to the public, but serves FREE freshly brewed beer for their employees! How awesome is that! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, I half expected a tour inside their brewery or something. But then I found out we were called together to simply meet up, relax, and unwind after a long day, over freeflow of EXTRA COLD Heineken beer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCoKdgP4ZI/AAAAAAAACkg/YFrKQ8Y1clY/s1600/DSC01413-j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318936057596600722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXTRA COLD with an outer layer of ICE please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to put that in big caps lettering because I was so amazed la &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, while I do enjoy my fair share of beer, I don't quite enjoy it as much once it gets warm or room temperature. As I'm sure most people feel the same way, so beer must usually be consumes fast, before it gets warm &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were served with this EXTRA COLD icy beer goodness that stayed icy fresh for a really long time, &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; allowed me to really enjoy my drink long and through! Pint after pint of freeflow &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe I haven't been to enough bars or don't notice these things, but these taps of Heineken EXTRA COLD aren't available just *anywhere*, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or is it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know if anyone comes across it! Normal beer just isn't the same anymore..... &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCn8j28YvI/AAAAAAAACkQ/zE2XEpD6diM/s1600/DSC01409-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935818784236274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadezheng.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.blorc.com/"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt;, and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway, we were even challenged to see who can pour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the perfect pint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you would think pouring a pint of beer would be easy, (we've all seen the bartenders do it effortlessly!) but oh nooo, it's much harder than it looks! The whole lot of us tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strapping confident men went up first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCnTeMNFYI/AAAAAAAACjQ/VdtJfYxkL-Y/s1600/DSC01395-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935112888161666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixthseal.com/"&gt;Huai Bin&lt;/a&gt; pouring a pint of foam, haha &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 445px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCnTvZ0-II/AAAAAAAACjY/mNefXxXl8g8/s1600/DSC01397-n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935117508704386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kyspeaks.com/"&gt;KY&lt;/a&gt; tries, but also to no avail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah, can't be that hard, can it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wondered to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered myself to go up next, to see if a woman's touch is needed here &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCnTsB9XII/AAAAAAAACjg/tnjNwF2hZ6Y/s1600/DSC01399-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935116603284610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was going pretty well, until at the end I sing-cued with the handle and the tap didn't turn off! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; beer ended up overflowing from my pint, which should warrant me an epic fail. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCySojqHCI/AAAAAAAAClY/eXwG51r-PNI/s1600/DSC01400-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318947193118923810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy did the best among all of us, and no overflowing which made us girls proud :) and the boys unsatisfied by their defeat, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 445px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCn8JqTV-I/AAAAAAAACkA/6CUYh0Yn-8c/s1600/DSC01406-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935811751892962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, &lt;a href="http://timothytiah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 445px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCn7h7BpQI/AAAAAAAACjw/5gyCdLZIXhU/s1600/DSC01403-f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935801084617986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robb&lt;/a&gt;'s intense concentration face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCn8C-CsjI/AAAAAAAACj4/qEnk46f6MvY/s1600/DSC01405-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935809955639858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shaolintiger.com/"&gt;Gareth&lt;/a&gt;'s dejected face. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCn8bOA_JI/AAAAAAAACkI/SDZ_D2NHolA/s1600/DSC01407-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318935816465087634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt; amused by his own creation :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was quite fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdColyjlsSI/AAAAAAAAClQ/C3ZhjK6ToT4/s1600/n575868101_2243591_4110470-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318936527104225570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 444px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCoKB9RG7I/AAAAAAAACkY/QEINcVmdvZ4/s1600/DSC01411-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318936050202123186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Opening an umbrella indoors is supposed to be bad luck!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCoKmk-sII/AAAAAAAACkw/8SKHEkmbPGM/s1600/DSC01423-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318936060032364674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCol8dG5TI/AAAAAAAAClI/fEVhkYkWrCg/s1600/n575868101_2243582_1386989-n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318936529761396018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coldplay - Strawberry Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-7035069929934488338?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7035069929934488338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=7035069929934488338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7035069929934488338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7035069929934488338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/backlogged.html' title='Backlogged.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SdCoKgXWH7I/AAAAAAAACk4/KFTwcbJ-Ap4/s72-c/DSC01428-n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5112952064113001714</id><published>2009-03-27T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T19:39:08.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fooood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><title type='text'>Capt'n Cool Chef.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Just 'cause you don't think someone reads your blog, doesn't mean she really doesn't. And don't think she won't notice. Plagiarism is waayy not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone, and Facebook notifications went psycho there. I wanna thank everyone for the birthday wishes, overseas birthday calls, and even some happy emails from readers ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, just curious.&lt;br /&gt;How many of you actually remembered? And wasn't prompted by Facebook ;p DON'T LIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee. But thanks anyways, all of them much appreciated, and some special silly messages really tugged at my heartstrings :) *wipes tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I can't reply all of your messages, doesn't mean I don't notice them alright? I do :) extra brownie points to those who wished me on time, the belated ones don't count! &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Cynthia/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Cynthia/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I had a nice quiet birthday, as compared to the previous years. Which was exactly what I needed, I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Was having exams last weekend right before my birthday, and still swamped with work and deadlines before and after -_-" I was really about to crack under all that stress, and upon consulting with my therapist, (the best friend is not in the country at the mo, so my sister temporarily sits in while she's away), I really need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just chilling at home on the morning of my birthday, when I got a distressed phone call from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"B, do you have a blender!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Urm, yes my mom have a blender, but not those mobile ones you said you were looking for a few days ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"No, a normal food blender is fine. The one im using is so small, it's practically the size of a cup! Do you have any idea how difficult it is to blend a big pot of soup, cup-by-cup?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Chill la. Mine is err, bigger than a cup."&lt;/span&gt; *checks for blender measurements*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"It will hold 1500ml, will that do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"Just now i was blending one batch of soup, and the whole thing just EXPLODED ok!! My  mini-blender is now f*cked up, and i have tomato soup all over the walls and floor of my kitchen, do you know how stressful that is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha! Oh no! Ok, do you want me to bring over my blender now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor fella &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered to cook me a birthday lunch :) and it tickles me to think it blew up in his face &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; literally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove on over with my trusty blender. But by the time I arrived, he had already cleaned up the mess, and wasn't on Panic Mode anymore. (cheh. so much for panic entertainment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfLYDKuPI/AAAAAAAACfA/2mLlMHPkx2Y/s1600/DSC00398-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317729909056649458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt'n Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this being the first time I've seen him work in the kitchen, I can tell he was really in his element. He worked so quickly and swiftly, no hesitation throughout the process, as if he's done this a buzillion times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"B, have you cooked this recipe before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"Nope. But it's pretty simple la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Doesn't look very simple to me.....&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself quietly, as I stared blankly at the recipe book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfLXifmuI/AAAAAAAACfI/yh_S1BS83es/s1600/DSC00399-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317729908919605986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's cookin'?&lt;br /&gt;Pan-fried glazed pork chops as the main course :) the picture sure looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since he seemed like he had everything under control, (he didn't ask for me help with anything anyway T_T)&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd get out of his way and minded my own business. And that meant whipping out my camera &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; apa ini useless assistant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfWKlCRoI/AAAAAAAACfg/Zefwt2tpvqk/s1600/DSC00408-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730094419166850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty flowers in the kitchen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfL6NLHuI/AAAAAAAACfQ/1hUGAY5CiJA/s1600/DSC00401-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317729918225424098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him blend the tomato soup, for starters.&lt;br /&gt;So it becomes creamy, instead of clear-watery-ish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfWV_06dI/AAAAAAAACfo/JBfLAJWxDkQ/s1600/DSC00409-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730097484327378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dumped the blender into the sink, and I picked up the hints that I should go make myself useful T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 442px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfWS5BAGI/AAAAAAAACfw/r01e5eLlIQU/s1600/DSC00411-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730096650453090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is pan-frying the pork chops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfL4CJuqI/AAAAAAAACfY/ZRPDN-9kgQg/s1600/DSC00403-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317729917642324642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Lola :)&lt;br /&gt;That darling golden retriever, the poor thing got scared by the loud noisy blender earlier on &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfWmmv4nI/AAAAAAAACf4/zNrUT9g0rp4/s1600/DSC00415-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730101942542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Hold still, hold still!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Captain Cool Chef was in no-nonsense mode -_- and answered me with a brief &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;"Cannot slow down my rhythm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really starting to smell damn good here, yumm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxffYAbnBI/AAAAAAAACgI/ejqAS3c2myw/s1600/DSC00421-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730252642556946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After washing-duty, I got promoted to a soup-stirrer, yay :)&lt;br /&gt;To me, that also meant food-taster, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Omg B, why a simple tomato soup tastes so good wan!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; no seriously, I was really surprised, and impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a taste, and was happy with the results too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxffomvqCI/AAAAAAAACgQ/7uuHJZ-RSBw/s1600/DSC00424-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730257098221602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete with garnishing and all :)&lt;br /&gt;and that blurry swoosh is not a ghost, it's his hand -_- cannot take a still shot of him in the kitchen, impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfWs83abI/AAAAAAAACgA/KhFKM55npB0/s1600/DSC00418-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730103645923762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork chops still sizzling in the pan, he rushed to the table and served it on a bed of fresh salad with french dressing, nyumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfflP_MeI/AAAAAAAACgY/c7pnNtDwGGA/s1600/DSC00431-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730256197464546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation A plus plus, sial. Whee i feel so spoilt &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it tasted amazing too. Omg you haven't lived til you've been with a guy who can really cook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfK1UK8GI/AAAAAAAACe4/t7qXLCOzKWM/s1600/DSC00394-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317729899732725858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemon cheesecake for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;That's lemon zest sprinkled on top, for that extra lemony goodness haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make a cheese-hater (me) love your cheesecake, you know it's one notch above fricking good already &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; yummo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Scxffij3XtI/AAAAAAAACgg/eYFB1tdl8cI/s1600/DSC00433-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317730255475531474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few years I've been partying my birthday away. But this year was quiet and simple, and I got spoilt silly with amazing home-cooked food &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; (which felt alot like top restaurant standard, if you asked me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and amazing company, of course. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/kiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Moldy Peaches - Anyone Else But You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5112952064113001714?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5112952064113001714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5112952064113001714&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5112952064113001714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5112952064113001714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/captn-cool-chef.html' title='Capt&apos;n Cool Chef.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScxfLYDKuPI/AAAAAAAACfA/2mLlMHPkx2Y/s72-c/DSC00398-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5144801566806040928</id><published>2009-03-25T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:55:38.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Eavesdropping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt;Therapist: .....Ok that's it. You really need a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Me: Whaat. Nooo. Whyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt;Therapist: I listen to you also I damn stress already. You should just stop. Drop everything, pack your bags and get away for awhile. A weekend holiday! Or go to Melbourne again, or another country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Me: I can't just drop everything. I have obligations. And they'll be waiting for me to come home, just to bite me in the ass for leaving. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt; Therapist: Or at the very least, just slow down. Slow down, and you can surely drop some of those burdens. Think of the one that gives you the most stress, and without it, you can do much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with my little sister, giving her the occasional big sis talks, advice, and even bullying her from time to time,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought our roles would ever reverse. I'm so used to being the big sister, the independent one, taking care of myself and of others around me, I forget what it's like to have someone else take care of me for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, how much we have grown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScnfoKr4pSI/AAAAAAAACew/vhIY8tMt5YA/s1600/19-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317026716243764514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No points for guessing who is who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Caedmon's Call - Ten Thousand Angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5144801566806040928?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5144801566806040928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5144801566806040928&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5144801566806040928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5144801566806040928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/eavesdropping.html' title='Eavesdropping.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScnfoKr4pSI/AAAAAAAACew/vhIY8tMt5YA/s72-c/19-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-8087421393740403414</id><published>2009-03-25T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T03:27:29.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Green with Envy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://kinkybluefairy.net/"&gt;Joyce&lt;/a&gt; recently to do a pretty fun-sounding tag :) &lt;a href="http://tonguechic.com/articles/1108-Bulgari-Green-With-Envy-Tag"&gt;Bulgari: 3 Things That Make Me Green With Envy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*psst!* This is in conjunction with their &lt;a href="http://www.tonguechic.com/articles/1043-Bulgari-Contest-Green-With-Envy"&gt;Bulgari Green With Envy contest&lt;/a&gt; (fun picture dress-up contest, not this tag!) which is giving away prizes up to RM1,500 worth of Bulgari parfums, OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 385px;" src="http://tonguechic.com/assets/0002/8441/bulgari3_std.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first thing's first, here are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Things That Make Me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;With Envy (That You Don't Already Know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1!&lt;br /&gt;I've always envied girls who have a walk-in-closet (*cough*Singyee*cough*Eelin*cough*). Hello, it's been on my wishlist for like, everrrr now, doesn't look like it will materialize anytime soon either &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt; eh but if it's been on my wishlist, does that mean you know this already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2!&lt;br /&gt;Girls who can shop with their parents' money/credit card. BEST NYER! I've been taught to use my own money to shop ever since I was 14-15 years old, and that meant saving up on pocket money and eating roti canai for weeks wtf, no la I'm kidding, I let the boys belanja me sometimes wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and C.!&lt;br /&gt;Girls who eat like crazy and still remain so skinny! And to my knowledge, without any diet or exercise &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; what the hell! And I am one girl who can never ever NOT eat. I love food too much to let that one go, plus my mom feeds me good food everyday, hence, i am fat T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that one's also on my wishlist *still praying very hard*. So I cheated twice.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to make it up to you, here's my 4th thing that makes me green with envy, although by right I'm only supposed to post 3 (I've never been good at following instructions :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Number D.!&lt;br /&gt;People who know what they want to do in life. Who have that definite sense of clarity, even if that choice of career isn't the most secure, most financially rewarding, or typically accepted by the worrying parents or society. Those people work towards their goals with unwavering faith, because they're passionate, and cannot imagine doing anything else. Those people, I envy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://the--bee.blogspot.com/"&gt;SisterDebbie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://jmeei.net/"&gt;Jiameei&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://sherve.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sherve&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://estherlauderlyn.livejournal.com/"&gt;Estherlauderlyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.ragga-muffin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheryl Raggamuffin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, anyone who wants to do this la, boy or girl. Just leave me a comment with your link so I can go on over and read it too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p/s: This is my 2nd tag ever done. &lt;span&gt;Ever&lt;/span&gt;. I got nostalgic and went to read my 1st (pictorial) tag done over a year ago, "&lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/01/fugly-tag.html"&gt;The Fugly Tag&lt;/a&gt;". Omg wei what was i thinking T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle Branch - One Of These Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-8087421393740403414?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8087421393740403414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=8087421393740403414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8087421393740403414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8087421393740403414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-with-envy.html' title='Green with Envy.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1191997210984050615</id><published>2009-03-23T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:09:48.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Kiss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you define &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the perfect kiss"?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/kiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the perfect kiss your very first one; when everything was new, scary and exciting at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you fancy that hot-n-heavy lip lock, passionate tongue action, hands flying all over the place sort of kiss? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Is "the perfect kiss" associated with "the perfect guy"? Or "the perfect time" or "place".&lt;br /&gt;Does it even have to be a romantic kiss? Because a great kiss should be one that envelopes you with warmth and fuzziness :) and that includes smooches from the lovely Grandmama, or even your pet dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's idea of a perfect kiss is different; and personal.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, *my own* idea of a perfect kiss, (or at least, a really great one) will also vary from time to time &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, this is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SccjOr-maZI/AAAAAAAACeQ/JTSiVBwEnOg/s1600/DSC00392-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316256620364589458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The unexpected forehead kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I enjoy a full-on lip lock as much as the next person,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, one of the best kisses are those that are unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm looking elsewhere, while I'm doing my work, while watching TV or frickin' brushing my teeth over the sink. He comes on over and lightly pecks me on the forehead, strokes my hair gently before going back to whatever he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't say a word either, I'm still working or brushing my teeth. As if I didn't notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I silently smile like a crazy person on the inside; but on the outside I just glow with warm fuzzy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) that's my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find it hard to explain your idea of a perfect kiss with words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try a picture&lt;/span&gt; instead ;)&lt;br /&gt;Besides, isn't a picture worth a thousand words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScdyarUO7vI/AAAAAAAACeg/ImwSwV-5o4o/s1600/search.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316343687763914482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rimmel London&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;a href="http://myrimmellondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-search-for-perfect-kiss.html"&gt;searching for the perfect kiss&lt;/a&gt; :) you could win up to RM599 worth of prizes just for puckering up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is submit a photo depicting your “picture perfect kiss" in your own creativity (along with proof of purchase of any Rimmel product) to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myrimmellondon@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRIZES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Prize:&lt;/strong&gt; Cash RM300 + &lt;a href="http://myrimmellondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rimmel London&lt;/a&gt; Shopping Voucher RM200 + &lt;a href="http://www.pixart.com.my/"&gt;Pixart&lt;/a&gt; Coffee Table Photo Book (simulated leather cover) worth RM99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Prize:&lt;/strong&gt; Cash RM200 + &lt;a href="http://myrimmellondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rimmel London &lt;/a&gt;Shopping Voucher RM100 + &lt;a href="http://www.pixart.com.my/"&gt;Pixart&lt;/a&gt; Coffee Table Photo Book (woven fabric cover) worth RM89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runners Up Prizes x 3:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://myrimmellondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rimmel London&lt;/a&gt; Shopping Voucher RM100 + &lt;a href="http://www.pixart.com.my/"&gt;Pixart&lt;/a&gt; gift voucher RM50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Scd3l3q3l7I/AAAAAAAACeo/ifm4QhrS9ug/s1600/DSC00438-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316349377616779186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rimmel London&lt;/span&gt; products from these participating outlets:&lt;br /&gt;- Watsons: &lt;a href="http://myrimmellondon.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-be-back-up-by-8pm.html"&gt;*click here*&lt;/a&gt; for the list&lt;br /&gt;- Parkson: Sunway Pyramid, 1 Utama, and Gurney Plaza (Penang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contest deadline: 15th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; (Announcement of 5 shortlisted finalists will be posted on &lt;a href="http://myrimmellondon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rimmel London (MY)’s beauty blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Online Polling: 15th April - 25th April 2009&lt;/span&gt; (Winners will be chosen by polling results from readers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Result Announcement: 28th April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, go grab your Boyfie/mom/dad/grannies/best friend/doggie (and your camera of course!)&lt;br /&gt;Pucker up &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smooch.gif" /&gt; and just have a blast finding your definition of a "perfect kiss" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/kiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1191997210984050615?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1191997210984050615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1191997210984050615&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1191997210984050615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1191997210984050615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-kiss.html' title='The Perfect Kiss.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SccjOr-maZI/AAAAAAAACeQ/JTSiVBwEnOg/s72-c/DSC00392-s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1130941965836869058</id><published>2009-03-20T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:08:43.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pre-event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><title type='text'>Green is in again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/11/plain-white-t.html"&gt;the first time&lt;/a&gt; Green was in? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back in November of '08, back in Zouk,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Heineken Green Room&lt;/span&gt; made a grand comeback with its electrifying guests Van She (AUS), Dexpistols (JAP), and our very own Lapsap!&lt;br /&gt;With a line-up like that, you can bet that the party was super-charged and borderline INSANE. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 300px;" alt="Aimg_8184_preview" src="http://www.junkonline.net/photos/0000/4072/aIMG_8184_preview.jpg?1225706813" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[photo source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even remember initially planning to leave early, which of course was a plan failed miserably &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; and I chose to rock it out all the way instead. Was having way too much fun to bother about leaving early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe the long line of latecomers standing outside Zouk itching to get in, yeah maybe that contributed a little motivation to stay a longer too ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLhETOJfTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/qVVRz61lODE/s1600-h/DSC00033z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLhETOJfTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/qVVRz61lODE/s1600/DSC00033z.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265518378344873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van She onstage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLVYjwiMfI/AAAAAAAABAI/WXDNIc7BLGw/s1600-h/DSC00134z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLVYjwiMfI/AAAAAAAABAI/WXDNIc7BLGw/s1600/DSC00134z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265505532241916402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexpistols with a full house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLdT0Ded9I/AAAAAAAABAY/K2iprinXCpU/s1600-h/DSC00127z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLdT0Ded9I/AAAAAAAABAY/K2iprinXCpU/s400/DSC00127z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265514246810007506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.junkonline.net/photos/0000/4177/aIMG_8284.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[photo source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Van She bassist on the decks. Looking a little hot and whatnot, might i add ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.junkonline.net/photos/0000/4192/aIMG_8304.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[photo source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was once again jam packed with party people, singing, dancing and cheering the night away, maybe even a little crowd-surfing action going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even at the &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/10/flying-sammy.html"&gt;preview party @ Cloth &amp;amp; Clef&lt;/a&gt;! With artistic visual orgasms from Bombshelter Studios, JoyceTheFairy, and Lapsap; colliding with music and fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SO8BrSidVrI/AAAAAAAAA14/go7w3T6LIN8/s1600-h/DSC00010z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SO8BrSidVrI/AAAAAAAAA14/go7w3T6LIN8/s400/DSC00010z.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255421133387028146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapsap's art project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the reason I'm being a little nostalgic right now is because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Heineken Green Room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once again!&lt;/span&gt; This time, for a second round of heavy duty music maximus ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 411:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heineken Green Room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday, March 28th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 9.00pm – 2.00am&lt;br /&gt;Venue: ODC (Orange Dance Club), 1 Jalan Kia Peng, 50450 KL&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By invitation only. &lt;/span&gt;Invites can be obtained by registering at &lt;a href="http://www.heineken.com.my/"&gt;www.heineken.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This round, the DJ line-up will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb99fMJOkaI/AAAAAAAACdo/w0NNpctNrpI/s1600/VHS_or_Beta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104060109820322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electro-tinged power pop &lt;a href="http://www.vhsorbeta.com/"&gt;VHS or Beta&lt;/a&gt; from the US,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 420px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb99elYGoOI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Aw9ZqUPIQoU/s1600/djumasoundsystem11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104049703231714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live acts from Sweden's &lt;a href="http://www.djumasoundsystem.com/"&gt;Djuma Soundsystem&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb99fMRy6mI/AAAAAAAACdg/mijc7tPHDl8/s1600/l_97285e0ccaae4a8ba909983e143e17e2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104060145756770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the energetic beat constructions of &lt;a href="http://www.blastique.net/"&gt;Box Frenzy&lt;/a&gt; (formerly B4C). Now there's some local flavour for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect another awesome night of party music madness, with this round's line up of super-charged electro pop, twisted electro grooves, and a heavy dose of breaks and beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark your calendars, party people, it's next week! Still plenty of time to get out of whatever plans you've made for that night. Because as seen from their first smashing success @ Zouk, this is one event you really don't wanna miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, entry by invitation only! Better get 'em fast at &lt;a href="http://www.heineken.com.my/"&gt;www.heineken.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb99eiSCHwI/AAAAAAAACdY/Qgc1NoBM1mY/s1600/Heineken_Green_Room,_Zouk_Kuala_Lumpur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314104048872464130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1130941965836869058?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1130941965836869058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1130941965836869058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1130941965836869058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1130941965836869058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-is-in-again.html' title='Green is in again!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SRLhETOJfTI/AAAAAAAABBQ/qVVRz61lODE/s72-c/DSC00033z.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-7028321234127562890</id><published>2009-03-20T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:59:41.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailies'/><title type='text'>March Babies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one friend's birth-date that I will probably remember forever, it's got to be Azan's &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party because I've known that tall dark handsome bugger since wee primary school; back when he was not yet tall, geeky-not-yet-handsome, but still quite dark la. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, because his birthday is so close to mine &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; His on the 20th, mine on the 23rd. Many years we've celebrated our birthdays together, getting sloshed silly because we're alcoholics like that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this year I couldn't celebrate with you on your big day! Bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress Test 2&lt;/span&gt; has never been so timely as to ruin my weekend. But you have a good one &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScN6iMLKfLI/AAAAAAAACeA/b3HseZePgHA/s1600-h/DSC07741ccccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 433px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScN6iMLKfLI/AAAAAAAACeA/b3HseZePgHA/s1600/DSC07741ccccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315226713029508274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-birthday-party.html"&gt;(last year)&lt;/a&gt; Love yoo long time lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even my birthday yet, but guess what came in the mail today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScN6iNJxXKI/AAAAAAAACd4/cs1SMExKtdk/s1600-h/DSC00343-yc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScN6iNJxXKI/AAAAAAAACd4/cs1SMExKtdk/s1600/DSC00343-yc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315226713292102818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handmade giant flower + lace + feather + ribbon combo brooch hair clippy majiggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://blackjetta.blogspot.com/"&gt;YC!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Coldplay - Life in Technicolor ii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-7028321234127562890?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7028321234127562890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=7028321234127562890&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7028321234127562890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7028321234127562890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-babies.html' title='March Babies.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/ScN6iMLKfLI/AAAAAAAACeA/b3HseZePgHA/s72-c/DSC07741ccccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-8291297055756838033</id><published>2009-03-17T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:03:11.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><title type='text'>The Grungy Lolita Series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the little hiatus. again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, you know how it is. This and that happened, and last minute schedule amendments somehow led to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Progress Test 2&lt;/span&gt; happening this weekend. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a weekend. There goes my birthday weekend plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i really had to wrap up and summarize what describes the style of &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt;, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grungy Lolita Series&lt;/span&gt; comes REALLY close to depicting the essence of it all ;)&lt;br /&gt;Dark and mysterious edgy fashion being the bottom-line inspiration always; mixing that with the girly and feminine ;) very very Blythe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb58TFxbfRI/AAAAAAAACY4/DwL6DGDhel8/s1600-h/DSC00174-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb58TFxbfRI/AAAAAAAACY4/DwL6DGDhel8/s1600/DSC00174-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821277752622354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb575AsPcvI/AAAAAAAACX4/h4btyTITdrw/s1600-h/DSC00092-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb575AsPcvI/AAAAAAAACX4/h4btyTITdrw/s1600/DSC00092-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313820829712085746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb58Sqh_D0I/AAAAAAAACYg/tq9k1tKPZFg/s1600-h/DSC00149-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb58Sqh_D0I/AAAAAAAACYg/tq9k1tKPZFg/s1600/DSC00149-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821270440087362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb-NIlIPxiI/AAAAAAAACdw/M0G1AiJWfaY/s1600-h/DSC00202-c-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 466px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb-NIlIPxiI/AAAAAAAACdw/M0G1AiJWfaY/s1600/DSC00202-c-up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314121263865644578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my new head piece :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nouvelle Vague - I Melt With You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-8291297055756838033?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8291297055756838033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=8291297055756838033&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8291297055756838033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8291297055756838033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/grungy-lolita-series.html' title='The Grungy Lolita Series.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sb58TFxbfRI/AAAAAAAACY4/DwL6DGDhel8/s72-c/DSC00174-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-6643097889142654400</id><published>2009-03-11T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:23:34.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the room'/><title type='text'>I have a problem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and Step 1 is to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbcuSijhxKI/AAAAAAAACUY/IRttfGP52qU/s1600/DSC00020-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765181555131554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My desk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A-day-old cup of coffee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;2 pencil boxes (1 to store serious pens, 1 to store fun highlighters and coloured markers :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nokia e71 box (excitedly took out the phone when i first bought it and chucked the box aside, heh)&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks 2008 year planner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Lonely rose-wielding teddy bear in the corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;CDs, a couple magazines, receipts, an overdue spa treatment voucher, (all not shown in picture, hiding under that heap of mess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Antiseptic cream in the white plastic bag Papa bought for my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-being-accident-prone.html"&gt; burnt skin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, (which was never used)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Casio metal box casing with a small jar of peanut butter inside, (don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-cynthia.html"&gt;now&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouh-what-beautiful-mess.html"&gt;then&lt;/a&gt;, I've &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-woke-up-this-morning-and.html"&gt;mentioned&lt;/a&gt; how the mess in my room has reached new heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbcuTJpkFTI/AAAAAAAACUw/tk6Pxf8iw7Y/s1600/DSC00031-n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765192049431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dressing table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tissue box, combs, hair brushes, nail file, razor, (nail clippers, tweezers, and little etc's all hiding inside the floral cuppy thing), hairbands, and my new peacock feathered hairband never been used before (can't wait to use it :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Uhh. Big mess in the middle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And uhh. Shitloads of hair &amp;amp; beauty products half of which i don't use anymore. Or never used ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh, aloe vera gel on the far right, (my saviour during my burnt time of need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Little Prince on the left (and The Velveteen Rabbit hiding behind it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how often I've tried to clean it up, I never seem to get done.&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, new mess always tends to appear before I get done. Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appear&lt;/span&gt;. Out of nowhere! Not my doing i tell you!! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; *poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't help that I'm easily distracted and will go do something else more fun.&lt;br /&gt;ie. abandon the boring cleaning up process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, look at what I'm doing now la. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbcuSz-Sk3I/AAAAAAAACUg/eH-7L-grp6g/s1600/DSC00023-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765186230784882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Abandoned attempt to clear out my book shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty IKEA box folders to hold my old ACCA books and notes galore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbcuSxdRmCI/AAAAAAAACUo/4faUlnjsEDI/s1600/DSC00028-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765185555437602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Help, Mommie, there are monsters under my bed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some textbooks hiding under my bed too. (and my self-made notes on IFRS 1 - First Time Adoption of IFRS). Must've kicked them under my bed one day in hopes that they will magically disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbculEdeuHI/AAAAAAAACVA/4klbpWIRGLo/s1600/DSC00034-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765499894216818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the cupboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh hello, meet my new Blythe doll (no name yet, suggestions?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Apparently she's guarding the sacred Treasure Box (thrifted in Melbourne for AUD$3. Scoreee!) holding all my chunky bangles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Monet box holding my bracelets and charms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Red box on the right with my earrings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Headbands, loose earrings and charm bracelets scattered all over the floor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;and that's the backside of a stuffed koala bear i got for Yeehou from Melbourne (faster come claim it YH, it's feeling rather neglected and threatens to run away from home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sbcul1z37JI/AAAAAAAACVY/jrspQ0x4aNQ/s1600/DSC00039-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765513141480594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the cupboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Top level: Emily Rose the Blythe Doll, mini bottle of Beefeater alcohol (freebies from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/08/tongue-in-chic-launch.html"&gt;TiC launch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;) and more books hiding behind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bottom level: Big red box of memories, (EVERYONE has a box of memories, don't lie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; i even know a guy who has a whole drawer-full of memories, wtf wow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Small red box of more earrings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Empty Malibu bottle from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=thiathia&amp;amp;nextdate=3%2f27%2f2007+23%3a59%3a59.999"&gt;my 20th birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, (there's a story behind it but im lazy so make it a story for another day again la, hehh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Reserved" sign Alda stole for me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/03/23rd-march.html"&gt;my 21st birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Teddy bear door sign that says "A kiss a day keep the meanies away" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the cupboard has been &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/04/bits-and-birthdays.html"&gt;transformed into a storage space&lt;/a&gt; more than anything else. I slid hard cardboard behind the sliding glass thingies to cover the ugly storage mess that resides within, hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbculkNfjZI/AAAAAAAACVQ/TQtZkr6pRZw/s1600/DSC00038-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765508417097106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the cupboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Top level: Unused photo frames,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bottom level: Unused files and folders, some magazines, big yellow box containing all my nail polish, removers, more nail files and buffers etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was halfway clearing out my book shelf, then I got bored/gave up/got distracted/got hungry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and breathed a heavy sigh, the hopeless thought that I'll probably NEVER get the tidying up done crossed my mind. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the verge of giving up, I snapped a picture (the first picture of my desk) which was intended for Project365 or something. Then I started snapping more and more, which then turned into this post la. :) talk about getting distracted, hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbculhaCqMI/AAAAAAAACVI/Eh5fLD3anvI/s1600/DSC00036-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765507664423106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the cupboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Krispy Kreme paper hat Sarah brought back from Australia for me years ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sammy the Samaritan, chilling after a hard day's work of doing so much good (also from the TiC Launch, and HAHA the doll dress-maker found that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/08/tongue-in-chic-launch.html"&gt;blog post on Sammy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, hi Pearl!)&lt;br /&gt;Old teen books and chic lits hiding behind, and some old notebooks filled with my doodles and scribblies from high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbcuTWpnUhI/AAAAAAAACU4/Yhc-tNvZyRo/s1600/DSC00033-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765195539304978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inside the cupboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Unopened full set of Harry Potter books, more random boxes of junk, and some loose jewelry and big white flower brooch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by doing this picture-taking thing and scrutinizing all my stuff, it brings back a lot of memories :) some of which I've blogged about in the past (notice all the links everywhere), and some are personal I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaqZDe0wz3I/AAAAAAAACPU/i2ibLiMLj7U/s1600/008-DSC01349-23.02.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308223395902574450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobby the Knobhead has complained her neck and shoulders are starting to ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/Sbcul5fE-YI/AAAAAAAACVg/OXV-98hI7Os/s1600/DSC00045-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311765514127997314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to the dressing table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wrist watches, hair ties and clippies, more loose jewelry and necklaces, eyelash curlers and falsies, dried up liquid liner and mascara, and more random etcs.&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of sample products I received from various events/companies, I don't use them so I don't know what else to do but chuck them around the room mainly my dressing table -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm such a pig. Why do you people love this little piggy, why T_T&lt;br /&gt;I asked this question to the Boyfriend, and he answered... well. Pretty well, let's just leave it at that. :) the boy's got the gift of the gag la, what can i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also ended up Googling online for solutions on how to manage and organize your SHITLOADS OF STUFF in small rooms, apartments, and small spaces.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause God knows that's my problem right now. (apart from my attention-deficit disorder, of course)&lt;br /&gt;Found some pretty amazing stuff :) will blog more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;James Morrison - Love Is Hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-6643097889142654400?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6643097889142654400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=6643097889142654400&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6643097889142654400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6643097889142654400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-problem.html' title='I have a problem.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbcuSijhxKI/AAAAAAAACUY/IRttfGP52qU/s72-c/DSC00020-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2901679670157185718</id><published>2009-03-10T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:11:33.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasonmraz'/><title type='text'>Still Absolutely PMS-ed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Mraz Syndrome, of course &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7l74d1fmZbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7l74d1fmZbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Mraz - Life is Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally feel his live versions of this song are MUCH better than his recorded one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I heart Mr. Toca! ;p big, black and beautiful, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It takes no time to fall in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But it takes you years to know what love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It takes some fears to make you trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It takes those tears to make it rust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It takes the rust to have it polished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life is wonderful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ah la la la la la la life goes full circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b2tPMPI6CpQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b2tPMPI6CpQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he talks about why he recorded "I'm Yours", and his thoughts behind it.&lt;br /&gt;And he performs for the room "Butterfly" :) not complete though, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9kc-DpzWAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l9kc-DpzWAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Mraz - Butterfly&lt;/span&gt; (complete!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm taking a moment just imagining that I'm dancing with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm your pole and all you're wearing is your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You got soul, you know what to do to turn me on until I write a song about youuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And you have your own engaging style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And you've got the knack to vivify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And you make my slacks a little tight, you may unfasten them if you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;That's if you crash and spend the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SisterDebbie often told me she gets uncomfortable when she hears this song. Hahaha so cute :p It's so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Curl your upper lip up and let me look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And bend your back and ask those hips if I can touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Because they're the perfect jumping off point of getting closer to your Butterfly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's settled. I've added it onto my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life won't be complete if I don't get to watch Jason Mraz in a private performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2901679670157185718?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2901679670157185718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2901679670157185718&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2901679670157185718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2901679670157185718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/still-absolutely-pms-ed.html' title='Still Absolutely PMS-ed.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2382644367832464027</id><published>2009-03-09T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:27:14.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jasonmraz'/><title type='text'>Mrazmerizing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee, just had to borrow that title off SisterDebbie 'cause it's just too witty already :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 528px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbJT1V8asLI/AAAAAAAACR4/R-diPLC2wZM/s1600/n579663716_1361121_2780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310399086511960242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. HIM. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok for some reason I can't quite understand, not many people I personally knew went for the concert this time.&lt;br /&gt;Imma huge fan of Jason Mraz, so it's a no brainer that I JUST HAD TO BE THERE.&lt;br /&gt;But when i asked around (quite enthusiastically too, i might add), everyone responded with very blahh replies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"not interested", "not a big fan", "no money", "err see how lah".&lt;/span&gt; Some didn't even know he was coming down WTF &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one friend i recently found out simply had NO EXCUSE. He's a fan of Jason Mraz, he thought of going, HE HAD FREE TICKETSSSS &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; and yet he still didn't go. Don't know why. He himself said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"i don't know why, i have no excuse la, just didn't go."&lt;/span&gt; HMPH. Kena sound nicely from me too, but nevermind save that story for another day -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank god for Rhys though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, he's an even bigger fan than i am, he practically knew all the songs that would be performed that night, in what arrangement, etc. Crazy. :)&lt;br /&gt;He kept making predictions in the car, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"He's gonna play Bob Marley tonight, Bob Marley i just know it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbSS3UYlpqI/AAAAAAAACSo/t0gidYtiiNc/s1600/DSC00008-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031339638957730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's weird, he must be bending down in this picture because he's really like one full head taller than I am -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood in the rockzone, the place was packed with fellow Mraz fans, barely able to contain our excitement as we waited for him to appear on stage :p&lt;br /&gt;And in that waiting period, I couldn't help but notice how EFFING RIDICULOUSLY HOT it was getting &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; no seriously, almost to the point of barely being able to breathe in all that hot air and humidity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/private/yourhome.aspx?user=thiathia&amp;amp;nextdate=2%2f27%2f2007+23%3a59%3a59.999"&gt;the Muse concert&lt;/a&gt; being this hot, and that was a full-on rock concert yo. Baah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore the apparent discomfort, and when Mraz finally came out at about 8.30pm, the crowd went wiiiillddddd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song was &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Make it Mine"&lt;/span&gt;, i screamed and cheered like some deranged fangirl at the very beginning part where the music starts to ascend and ascend, right until it stops and Jason sings, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wake up everyone"&lt;/span&gt; :D WOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-happy-day.html"&gt;wake up to this song every morning man&lt;/a&gt;, gah im so happy he opened with this song! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbSS3xqoHFI/AAAAAAAACTA/u5I5N9o6_CE/s1600/DSC00065-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031347499244626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"and all the angels they'll be singing Ah la la la, Ah la la la, I la la la la love youuuu,"&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg the crowd sang this part so loudly with Jason, super super loudly and in unison it was so touching ok :) *wipes tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I swearrrr, if there's ever one place that will make you feel reallyyyy hopelessly short, it's gotta be smack dab in the middle of the rockzone/mosh pit of a concert &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely see the real Jason up on stage half the time! Kept having to go on tippy toes and craning my neck over the towering sweaty people in front of me, careful not to go too near lest I get soaked in other people's sweat, eww. Then I'd give up and just watch the big screen &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; booo. Expensive Youtube wtf booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and noticed all the girls near me gave up real early too - their eyes fixated onto the big screen permanently hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbSS4Obp7II/AAAAAAAACTI/N7mtE-xQ7cQ/s1600/DSC00067-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031355221077122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 saxophonists were wearing our Malaysian football jerseys ok, damn cute right! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an expert when it comes to his latest album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"We sing, we dance, we steal things". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must admit, I don't know *all* his songs from his older albums &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Waiting for my rocket to come"&lt;/span&gt;, and of course &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mr. A-Z"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered a song which I didn't previously know, he performed it so beautifully at the concert and now i REALLY REALLY LOVE. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Life is Wonderful"&lt;/span&gt; :) The melody, and especially the lyrics are so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbSS3hZoQXI/AAAAAAAACSw/L_qWbdCDvEk/s1600/DSC00043-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031343132983666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a well known fact that he's amazing to watch live. If you thought his recorded stuff was good, wait til you see him perform live!&lt;br /&gt;He does a lot of different versions of his songs, like acoustics and stuff. Cleverly merging his songs with other famous hits, like Wonderwall by Oasis :) oh and of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt; ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vT_LryJGhiU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vT_LryJGhiU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason playing around with the crowd after &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I'm Yours"&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;and of course that transition into Bob Marley's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Three Little Birds"&lt;/span&gt; sent Rhys into a frenzy hahaha :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbST7poijzI/AAAAAAAACTQ/eOIRLsJGr6o/s1600/DSC00078-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311032513574113074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cameras coming out, must be during &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I'm Yours"&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my most memorable moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was playing around with the audience again and taught us some simple dance moves (highfives and low-fives, lol) to go with the chorus of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Dynamo of Volition"&lt;/span&gt;, making us all laugh, giggle, cheer, and follow suit :p *high-five low-five*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everyone followed, and he teased us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What, does it not go with your styleee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Does it not go with what you're wearingg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Does it not suit your imageee?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't let your mind, stop you from having a good time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crowd just went wiiiiilllldddddddddddd including me :p SIGH why is he so witty and   so awesome WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter that later I found out (through my Youtube researching skills) that he uses the same few lines in a lot of his concerts, nope it doesn't change the fact that he exudes sheer awesomeness &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/cool.gif" /&gt; *AWESOME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRcKhHFutZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TRcKhHFutZU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snippet of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Dynamo of Volition"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*high-five high-five* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see, shorty has to look at the big screen half the time, nyeh T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbST8LLNYHI/AAAAAAAACTY/amaWm6AI42E/s1600/DSC00080-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311032522577895538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PACKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he got to the last song &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Butterfly"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was singing and dancing like crazies, like there's no tomorrow, wooo! I also noticed that I was moving a lot more than the other people around me, maybe they didn't know this song wow what a damn shame man, but I DIDN'T CARE, ROAR ROAR ROAR, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Butterfly"&lt;/span&gt; has always been one of my most favourite songs by him EVAAARRR &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a super sexy song, with the sexiest lyrics, gawddd why is Jason such a lyrical genius. My favourite song shared with Rhys too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbST8rXzcLI/AAAAAAAACTg/Osjzb7OyGJA/s1600/DSC00091-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311032531220656306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg words can't begin to describe how much I enjoyed myself that night :)&lt;br /&gt;Minus the heat wave and sweaty discomforts, and a little bit of height issues, Jason Mraz' concert was truly memorable.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrical genius, scat king, born to perform, and everything in between. LOVE. HIM. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I die I must watch him perform again la. Preferably in a smaller audience too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbSS3oB56vI/AAAAAAAACS4/5LJJkyz9dDg/s1600/DSC00052-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311031344912526066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around the stalls outside the Stadium looking for Mraz memorabilia's, and we each got this :)&lt;br /&gt;Snagged the very last 2 white T-shirts too, how lucky &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only problem is, it's a ruddy size L -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbT8M2Ur_tI/AAAAAAAACT4/ybTnwB7xmxM/s1600/DSC00008-%282%29-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311147158247571154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Jason Mraz - Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2382644367832464027?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2382644367832464027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2382644367832464027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2382644367832464027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2382644367832464027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/mrazmerizing.html' title='Mrazmerizing!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbJT1V8asLI/AAAAAAAACR4/R-diPLC2wZM/s72-c/n579663716_1361121_2780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-6907394972607032967</id><published>2009-03-08T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:01:41.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapsap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Lapsap presents Off The Rocker (Shinichi Osawa + Masatoshi Uemura)</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, some of you may have noticed that my sidebar profile has somewhat turned into a temporary Twitter (simple status updates) medium, because at times like those I couldn't even manage one proper blog post -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say. THANK THE LORD FOR THIS LONG WEEKEND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday and by right, tonight I'd have to start planning for my day tomorrow, whether it's class or work or both or whatever the hell im doing, -_-&lt;br /&gt;But nope! On this glorious Sunday I'm chilling and thanking God for the especially timely public holiday tomorrow, oh yesss ;) and ok la catching up with some stuff, deal with more stuff, rest maybe, and oh yea, blog &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm somehow magically granted an 8th day to a hectic week, ya know? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing a hundred things at a time: gulping it all down in one intense shot, digesting, and dealing with the hangover. Well, figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Gerald for some dimmy sum and coffee the other day, and we're both still a little buzzed from t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hat darned party&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lapsap presents Off The Rocker (Shinichi Osawa + Masatoshi Uemura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great party to come back to, after my long Barsonic hiatus! And by long, I mean a couple of months. THAT'S LONG OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the place and the crazy people who reside in it, hee. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbN2Pi_7xaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/sHcNdKxQ1FA/s1600/P1040591-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310718395065025954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbN2PBhUAaI/AAAAAAAACSA/0dVnMViRyo8/s1600/DSC01597-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310718386078220706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine &amp;amp; moi! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbN2Pukz3aI/AAAAAAAACSY/42oPM59IZUs/s1600/P1040598-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310718398172487074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim@Bunga, &amp;amp; Hafiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all danced and sang and screamed and danced some more, til my throat went sore, my feet hurt like a muthafucka, but it all worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we heard, there were still over 400+ people lining up outside the club and couldn't get in, because it was just. that. packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our section behind the DJ console which wasn't as sardine-packed as the rest of the club, but it was still intensely hot! Gave the word "sauna" a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;To the point that I honestly don't know if it was the alcohol that was making me high, or the intense heat and humidity that was making me dizzy &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; erk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbN2PUk7XqI/AAAAAAAACSI/iVrNZo9M3iQ/s1600/DSC01608-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310718391193656994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; Jacinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SapuDMVYpiI/AAAAAAAACO0/tjmPd6Z2DZs/s1600/DSC01605-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308176111939135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowdyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald took a few videos of the night, the silly boy was climbing up everywhere, monkeying around with the rest of them crazy boys :p&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I was definitely gonna snag his videos (with permission of course!) and putting it on my blog. Because I've often spoken about parties like these, but I feel pictures will never quite do justice ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14prdT3Hak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w14prdT3Hak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music: Shinichi Osawa - Star Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earn, Mr. Manager, and Blink crowd-surfing here :p&lt;br /&gt;Oh and don't mind the screams of some crazy backstage girls in the first 30 seconds of the video yea :p hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Faf_1wJIWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Faf_1wJIWU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music: MGMT - Kids (Soulwax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remix); Blur - Song 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink, Xu, Masa, Shinichi, basically everyone crowd-surfing like there's no tomorrow wtf. Rockstars hey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckon the 2 japanese rockstars will come back to Malaysia again? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Shinichi Osawa's post on his website &lt;a href="http://www.shinichi-osawa.com/blog//0903/090304_942.html"&gt;*click!*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbN2P-CdChI/AAAAAAAACSg/lZ7ypAdj9ik/s1600/P1040612-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310718402323352082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sweaty faces :) Mr Manager, Blink, Masa, Shinichi, Xu, Gerald, Earn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of them made a stage dive/deck dive/crowd surf attempt tonight, whether it was their very first jump, or their 1236698943579th. I don't think it'd be their last :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Shinichi Osawa - Star Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-6907394972607032967?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6907394972607032967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=6907394972607032967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6907394972607032967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6907394972607032967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/lapsap-presents-off-rocker-shinichi.html' title='Lapsap presents Off The Rocker (Shinichi Osawa + Masatoshi Uemura)'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SbN2Pi_7xaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/sHcNdKxQ1FA/s72-c/P1040591-q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-4962209368047773152</id><published>2009-03-06T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:19:36.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Hypp.Hypp. Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was invited for the relaunch of &lt;a href="http://hypp.tv/"&gt;Hypp.TV&lt;/a&gt; online video content, at LaundryBar last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And a bunch of us were to come dressed as "celebrities" for the affair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadK2MEnFKI/AAAAAAAACNs/IBms8SNiwJQ/s1600/DSC01303-f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307292980693374114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can spot who our alter ego's were that day :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a major fan of television myself, im finding it more and more difficult to find time to watch TV anymore (the traditional way, at least). So i get DVDs, and download my favourite TV series online, to watch it in my own free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was thrilled to hear about Hypp.TV, Malaysia’s first broadband television  &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadTnuDt82I/AAAAAAAACOk/uHvh6jcKm1s/s1600-h/Untitled-2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadTnuDt82I/AAAAAAAACOk/uHvh6jcKm1s/s1600/Untitled-2567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307302627723047778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hypp.tv/"&gt;www.hypp.tv/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With over 30 channels to choose from, viewers are spoilt rotten with more than plenty broadband TV options :p&lt;br /&gt;Channel News Asia, Al-Jazeera English, CCTV4 and Bloomberg TV for news buffs,&lt;br /&gt;sports channels such as the Barclays Premier League match highlights and 2010 FIFA World Cup Qualifiers,&lt;br /&gt;Fashion TV and RED TV for the lovely ladies, of course ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, *inhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive first-in-Malaysia content such as Luxe TV, Wedding TV, and Warner Bros’ Sorority Forever, popular Korean and Chinese series, Bollywood musical entertainment, and even WOW TV for Hollywood’s latest gossips,&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, Video-On-Demand, and other interactive services like e-shopping, product show-rooms, government services, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhales*&lt;br /&gt;Phewh. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; now that was quite a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx subscribers can sign up at a flat rate of just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM9.90 per month&lt;/span&gt;. For all those 30 channels and more, you do the math ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some free channels too, so viewers can get first hand experience of what they're subscribing for! Channel News Asia, Local Scene and Aniworkz, featuring videos produced by Malaysia’s top creative students. Support support! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log onto &lt;a href="http://hypp.tv/"&gt;Hypp.TV&lt;/a&gt; and follow these easy steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadaX80Zj_I/AAAAAAAACOs/Boou7EKKlnU/s1600/Untitled-3235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307310053388816370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to a few sights at the launch,&lt;br /&gt;It was nice and quaint, complete with a press conference, short presentation, and a few words from the good people of TM. Good food, and a gathering of the pseudo-celebrities, of course :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadK2B0_OaI/AAAAAAAACNk/e8I_Uktot2w/s1600/DSC01299-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307292977943493026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation demo of the Hypp.TV website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadLloJD03I/AAAAAAAACOM/6QlRVV3wwmc/s1600/DSC01328-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307293795682079602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia Hepburn (tee hee :p), and Joyce@Sinéad O'Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd tell people I came as an insomniac Audrey Hepburn because it was a crazy week and I was seriously sleep-deprived by that day -_- thank god for make up then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadLlyfsSUI/AAAAAAAACOU/25jjh9t1eI4/s1600/DSC01338-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307293798461360450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lim@Bunga there too. Which reminds me i haven't been TAGging in too long. A month and a half is too long in our books, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadK2dSWyKI/AAAAAAAACN8/14iD5UdFSNA/s1600/DSC01314-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307292985314429090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Huaibin Jack Sparrow, and RingoABBA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadK2b9qbrI/AAAAAAAACOE/cBlB0JqGJs4/s1600/DSC01315-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307292984959200946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hottie Catwoman on the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadLl2QkDjI/AAAAAAAACOc/Yh694LiCqQ8/s1600/DSC01339-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307293799471648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NicholasNuffnang, Joyce and I.&lt;br /&gt;Eh i took off my black silk gloves while eating here because my cutlery kept slipping off -_- sigh i don't understand how Audrey Hepburn did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on Hypp.TV, head on over to &lt;a href="http://hypp.tv/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-4962209368047773152?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4962209368047773152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=4962209368047773152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4962209368047773152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4962209368047773152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/hypphypp-hooray.html' title='Hypp.Hypp. Hooray!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SadK2MEnFKI/AAAAAAAACNs/IBms8SNiwJQ/s72-c/DSC01303-f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-9165565338555903523</id><published>2009-03-01T15:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:55:36.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapsap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weetard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project365'/><title type='text'>Autopilot mode again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago, in a dazed and completely autopilot mode,&lt;br /&gt;I walked downstairs, emptied my usual packet of Nescafe 3-in-1 into my coffee mug, and walked back upstairs to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Only later noticed I had forgotten to pour water into my mug -_- HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burst out laughing at myself as I sheepishly walked back downstairs :p Told my sister the story as I passed her on my way to the kitchen, and she gave me the "sometimes-che,-i-cant-believe-im-related-to-you" look -_- a look I'm not too unfamiliar with, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up feeling not particularly refreshed; but exhaustion carried forward to today &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence the not-thinking, autopilot mode, I suppose. Either that or I'm subconsciously still &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-being-accident-prone.html"&gt;afraid of hot water&lt;/a&gt;, hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been absolutely crazy for me. And the weekend was crazier! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost didn't make it for the weekend parties because I'm turning into an old lady wtf, long weekdays wanna put me in bed all weekend &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; somehow managed to drag my tired butt out of the house but from there on out, &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; I'm so glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's party with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shinichi Osawa &amp;amp; Masatoshi, and Lapsap @ Barsonic&lt;/span&gt; was especially crazyyy, gawdd my mind is still buzzing from the craziness that was last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to blog about this another day, because I wanna get my backlogged posts out of the way first, plus there's a video involved and Youtube's being a little bitchy today, so. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll leave you with one descriptive little picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SapuDMVYpiI/AAAAAAAACO0/tjmPd6Z2DZs/s1600/DSC01605-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308176111939135010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Crazyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, has anyone noticed how failed my attempt of &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/experimenting-with-project-365.html"&gt;Project365&lt;/a&gt; went? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; No right? GOOD, hahahaah *shame*&lt;br /&gt;That's because it ended as quickly as it started, lol. I don't know what was I thinking, taking on this project made me feel obligated to update my blog as often as required like that. Thinking I have that kind of discipline -_-&lt;br /&gt;Well I did insert a disclaimer there, stating that I was merely *experimenting* with the idea. I still think it's a good idea, and I did give it a fair shot! Took random pictures of life through my eyes, I just can't do it everyday, it started to feel like an obligation more than a fun project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will probably continue the essence of the project, random not-so-daily pictures and what not :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a few loose pictures I've gathered from here there everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 441px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaqWCnqF10I/AAAAAAAACPM/VhTVq-fdODg/s1600/005-DSC01275-20.02.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308220082558981954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project365: Day 5's picture, in a &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-spun-web-for-me.html"&gt;private post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaqGzW36hMI/AAAAAAAACO8/FIYVByt9Zqg/s1600/DSC01264-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308203327681103042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 favourite rockstars, Kevin and Alda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brokenscar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;'s back from Melbourne! Temporarily :(&lt;br /&gt;and it was &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/aldatan"&gt;Alda&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday last week, and the boy got a ruddy promotion as his birthday present!! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I still owe him a present, but really, HOW DO I TOP THAT?!! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaqT6y_8sxI/AAAAAAAACPE/sMYlHZnm9oQ/s1600/n516642618_2230725_1867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308217749141238546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, Mahani, and moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Alda + Mahani's birthday @ Wabisabi, TTDI Plaza last week.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen Mich since what, high school?! And Mahani looking gorgeous in her birthday dress and a new hair cut ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 440px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaqZDe0wz3I/AAAAAAAACPU/i2ibLiMLj7U/s1600/008-DSC01349-23.02.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308223395902574450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got myself a brand new mannequin! :) which immediately turned into a hat rack / bags rack, as you can see -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've always wanted a mannequin for my room! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For deco purposes, 'cause I think they're real purdyy &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; These ones with knobs for a head are pretty, not those human-head mannequins, those are damn scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you might see a name coming...... &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i call her Nobby &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; (the knob-head hahahaha ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Manny the Mannequin is just plain stupid. Nobby the Knob-head is witty and too cool for school, ergo, not stupid at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Coldplay - Life in Technicolor ii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-9165565338555903523?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9165565338555903523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=9165565338555903523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/9165565338555903523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/9165565338555903523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/03/autopilot-mode-again.html' title='Autopilot mode again.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SapuDMVYpiI/AAAAAAAACO0/tjmPd6Z2DZs/s72-c/DSC01605-h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-3799071977104050587</id><published>2009-02-25T16:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:15:02.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weetard'/><title type='text'>Gimme summathat BBC, yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to leave my blog on such a (temporarily) emo note for too long, but as it happens, all of a damn sudden my schedule became psycho packed again -_-"&lt;br /&gt;and i forsee myself neglecting the blog for awhile, or at least inconsistent updates as usual la, you're used to it already right &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, just when &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-music-junkie.html"&gt;I thought&lt;/a&gt; my schedule was gonna lighten up for a bit. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaT-_aqaLOI/AAAAAAAACNc/dqVEK-QHVZI/s1600-h/googlecal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaT-_aqaLOI/AAAAAAAACNc/dqVEK-QHVZI/s1600/googlecal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306646626391698658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing around with Google Calendar, which helps keep me organized &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pink boxes here there everywhere? ......or scratch that, see that red line in the yellow column? That's the current time, which is the only break I'm getting from all the damned pink boxes of things-to-do and places-to-be T__T argh where did all the pink boxes come from anyway, I wanna do nothing but rest and snuggles in his houseee, roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I met his Aunt Vicky and Unclesomeone the other day, they came down from England and in the short period of which we met, they were so sweet! Passing out hugs and kisses and smiles and rainbows and teddy bears, ngaaaww &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt; only trouble was, similar to the first time I met Cousin Kam (from Wales), I swear I couldn't understand a word they said.&lt;br /&gt;Their accent was so thick! I had to concentrate HARD while listening to them speak, but in the end it got easier as I got used to it. But I know I'd easily lose them again if my concentration falters, aiyo wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit. You would think I'd be a damn pro by now, after all that useless TV i've been watching, with british accents everywhere and I swore I thought I could mimick british accents pretty well too! In a more comical way la but still right! Err. Blimey! Watching the bloody telley hasn't been payin' off, aye? Reckon I should've spent the time snogging my Boyfriend who's a total hottie and whatnot yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pip pip cheerio! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Rilo Kiley - Breakin' Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-3799071977104050587?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3799071977104050587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=3799071977104050587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3799071977104050587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3799071977104050587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/gimme-summathat-bbc-yo.html' title='Gimme summathat BBC, yo.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SaT-_aqaLOI/AAAAAAAACNc/dqVEK-QHVZI/s72-c/googlecal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-475069044278690476</id><published>2009-02-25T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:06:53.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><title type='text'>Oh yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZAsOW0Q8DI/AAAAAAAACME/Fi0D968LVFE/s1600-h/DSC01059-x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZAsOW0Q8DI/AAAAAAAACME/Fi0D968LVFE/s1600/DSC01059-x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300785386569658418" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not already on the mailing list and you'd like to be notified immediately of any updates of &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt;, just let us know. Pop us an email, leave a comment, shout it out loud or send us a smoke signal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've decided I won't be advertising An Old Flame's updates here in my personal blog anymore, or if I do, it'll be really inconsistent or in a quick-mention easily-missed small font p/s kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt; is updated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-475069044278690476?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/475069044278690476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=475069044278690476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/475069044278690476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/475069044278690476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh yeah.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZAsOW0Q8DI/AAAAAAAACME/Fi0D968LVFE/s72-c/DSC01059-x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-3155422305846291791</id><published>2009-02-22T14:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:08:10.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><title type='text'>You spun a web for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote a pretty personal post, complete with a dash of honesty and full-on crypticism (ah you should know my writing style by now la right), and also Day 5's picture for Project365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am rather happy with the post, it's so.... honest. And vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;But after pondering between the "PUBLISH POST" and "SAVE TO DRAFTS" button, i finally settled on the latter.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more aware of the number of people reading my blog, as well as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt;. It's a little overwhelming, and I suddenly feel too vulnerable. :s&lt;br /&gt;I'd consider posting it in my other blog of more personal posts too, but i lost my password temporarily WTF -_- epic phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty intense on me emotionally, and I'm not even talking about ACCA results that came out earlier this week, or my &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-being-accident-prone.html"&gt;unfortunate incident&lt;/a&gt; with boiling water later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny how intense physical pain doesn't make me cry, but the emotional ones do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Btw thanks for all the notes of concern; both online and offline. My burnt skin is okay now! Redness gone, raw sensitive feeling gone, no burn marks or scars :) but im taking a phobic break from my usual jugging acts of hot water now, just in case)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting weary from lugging around all this pent up emotion I'm too proud or shy to share with anyone, even with my own friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that I am blessed/cursed with the ability to stick a smile on my face and have a good time with everyone, even right after going through a painful ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Coldplay - Trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-3155422305846291791?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3155422305846291791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3155422305846291791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-spun-web-for-me.html' title='You spun a web for me.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2646798847066377844</id><published>2009-02-21T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:36:34.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GilmoreGirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weetard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project365'/><title type='text'>On Being Accident-Prone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3: 18.02.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZ4-K2_66QI/AAAAAAAACM8/Dp3Yt9Jnciw/s1600/003-DSC01270-18.08.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304745767372253442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently re-watching the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilmore_Girls"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt; series all over again &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt; one of my favourite TV series of all time, sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I've completed watching all 7 seasons before, and even now when I'm starting from Season 1 all over again, it's good to know that it hasn't lost its charm.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is exactly, but everytime I watch it I feel so..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, breathe-a-long-happy-sigh-grinning-from-ear-to-ear kind of happy, as the credits roll at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the mixture of the best friend mother-daughter relationship between Lorelai and Rory, the quick-thinking fast-talking funny comebacks and literary references that is this show's entire dialogue, the Stars Hollow small town charm with its many quirky characters, the cute cute boys that floats in and out of the girls' lives &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Season 2 now, and so far there was a very young (and cute) Chad Michael Murray (of One Tree Hill), young Jared Padalecki (of Supernatural), young HOT Milo Ventimiglia (!!!&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;) (Peter Petrelli of Heroes),&lt;br /&gt;and i distinctly remember Adam Brody (Seth Cohen of The O.C.) coming in later in the series, and finally of course Logan &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess (Milo Ventimiglia) and Logan being my 2 favourite boys dating Rory Gilmore, sorry la long time boyfriend Dean (Jared Padalecki) ok ok only heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; *happy sigh, happy grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4: 19.02.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZ4_ziYB_KI/AAAAAAAACNM/pc44vGOX-DE/s1600/004-DSC01266-19.02.09-%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304747565722500258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had hot boiling water spilled all over my body on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to recall the gory details of that night, I distinctly remember my horrible piercing scream in pain echoing off the staircase walls. I stood there in complete shock for a few seconds, boiling water flowed down my body and trickled onto my legs. I fought back the tears welling up in my eyes from the excruciating burning pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my instincts (finally) kicked in, and I rushed into the shower took off all my clothes and stood there under cold running water to sooth the burnt skin. I sniffed hard at the tears so I wouldn't cry, crying isn't going to help. I objectively thought of how to deal with this. Aloe vera gel soon came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped out of the shower 15 minutes later, toweled off and gently slathered aloe vera gel all over the burnt areas, while Googling on my laptop on How to deal with boiling water spilled onto body. The results seemed similar to what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, there was a knock on my bedroom door. My dad came in and inspected the damage. After a short conversation of what happened, he left and drove out to find a night pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;SisterDebbie&lt;/span&gt; then peeked in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;"Che, are you okay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Not really, it still burns. But I'll be fine I hope."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;"I Googled up on What to do when boiling water is spilled onto your body. Jump in the shower, and apply cold cream later!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; "Hahaha aww. Yes I did that, but I used aloe vera gel instead. Hope it works."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;"Wah your scream sent the whole house into a frenzy, che. I quickly went and Google, Papa just drove out to find a pharmacy open at night, and Mummy is cleaning up the spilled boiling water."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah. I am known for my ability to scream bloody murder sending everyone into a blind panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are more details as to how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I was watching Gilmore Girls in my room upstairs, and I got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked myself some Maggi Mee and brought it upstairs to my room, when I tripped on the stairs and fell, spilling boiling hot Maggi Mee soup all over my body -_- champion woman i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that after years and years of carrying food upstairs to the computer table, or to my room, I would've mastered the art of carrying bowls of food while walking at a decent pace; sometimes even multiple bowls/plates at a time, with a small bowl of chopped chillies/condiments, and a cup of water dangling from my index finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or I was set on autopilot already la. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie said to me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(64, 0, 128);"&gt;"Hahaha why you and your boyfriend so accident-prone wan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Dunno. Birds of a feather flock together, I guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(p/s: The good news is, my skin was much redder half an hour before this picture was taken. Hurray for self-sufficiency, and of course, lots and lots of aloe vera gel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Soko - Shitty Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2646798847066377844?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2646798847066377844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2646798847066377844&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2646798847066377844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2646798847066377844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-being-accident-prone.html' title='On Being Accident-Prone.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZ4-K2_66QI/AAAAAAAACM8/Dp3Yt9Jnciw/s72-c/003-DSC01270-18.08.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2853239281019868733</id><published>2009-02-19T07:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:13:07.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Garnier Pure results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few weeks since I've started using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier PURE skincare products&lt;/span&gt; now, as mentioned earlier. &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/forgive-me-skin-for-i-have-sinned.html"&gt;*click!*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little update :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJdG6IdHI/AAAAAAAAB_A/uWcgJj_hmqQ/s1600/DSC00649-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293780651416777842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before: Hiding my dull-looking skin behind the products T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been using the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier PureA Anti-Inperfection Scrub Wash,&lt;/span&gt; which is supposed to help regulate sebum and tighten pores. That's where the tiny scrubby beads come into play of course, while scrubbing off the dead skin cells.&lt;br /&gt;This light scrub wash can be used everyday, which scrubs and cleanses my skin thoroughly &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; Therefore, killing two birds with one stone!&lt;br /&gt;Perfect for me too, since I'm always lazy to follow a separate facial scrub regime, which by right should be done once or twice a week. I keep forgetting and end up scrubbing only once a month, bleargh. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX8wxWeNa6I/AAAAAAAACDc/ShIzWGUHFX4/s1600/DSC00748-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005311215004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrub a dub dub dub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleansing, then comes the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier Pure Self-Heating Sauna Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (with cucumber extract!),&lt;/span&gt; which really DOES self-heat, which I wasn't quite expecting to be honest! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; feels all nice and tingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions said to leave the mask on for only 3 minutes, which is so great because usually other masks have to be left on for 20-30 minutes. Which then I'd go lie down on my bed and wait for the time pass, most of the time I'd fall asleep, and some times waking up with my face in my pillow. Cue gunky mess on my pillow and all over myself. Very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX8wxeJVRWI/AAAAAAAACDk/IhPuahsSwR0/s1600/DSC00752-d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005313274922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX8wxc15blI/AAAAAAAACDs/tdzSWSuLu60/s1600/DSC00758-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005312924970578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apply generously onto all over face la I don't need to show you this part right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX8w-qBlFjI/AAAAAAAACEE/2QlARPU4VjQ/s1600/DSC00773-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005539801929266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SisterDebbie trying to snap my glamour shot wtf. Eh i shouldn't be laughing or smiling in a mask!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways! After 3 minutes, (or 5 minutes if you're kiasu like &lt;s&gt;me &lt;/s&gt; other people), rinse off with warm water.&lt;br /&gt;After rinsing, my face did look visibly brighter and my blackheads reduced! My pores also seemed smaller and more refined, so this has a good toning effect &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mask instructions also recommend usage only once a week, because it keeps skin purified for up to 7 whole days! Which is great because a lot of other masks have to be used every few days or so, which can be quite annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX8w-rqlqpI/AAAAAAAACEM/9EqHovEB_fs/s1600/DSC00785-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296005540242369170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd definitely recommend this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier PURE skincare line&lt;/span&gt; to everyone, especially if you're constantly on the go and don't have a lot of time to follow a strict lengthy beauty regime.&lt;br /&gt;These 2 products are quick and easy, kills many birds with one stone, and most importantly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very effective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pesky zit is gone, blackheads reduced, face is shine-freeee &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; my skin looks and feels noticeably refreshed after every use, and I am a happy girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, a little report for you, thanks for reading :) Gotta go now! x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2853239281019868733?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2853239281019868733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2853239281019868733&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2853239281019868733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2853239281019868733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/garnier-pure-results.html' title='Garnier Pure results!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJdG6IdHI/AAAAAAAAB_A/uWcgJj_hmqQ/s72-c/DSC00649-h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-788811244735538483</id><published>2009-02-18T01:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T01:57:35.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project365'/><title type='text'>Oouh. Tempting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2: 17.02.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZr6Ud7ieNI/AAAAAAAACMs/tAr1xMJIfwo/s1600/DSC01261-17.02.09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303826740720859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I never dared dream of, but silently dreamed anyway, fell right on my lap today. Something I'm not sure I'm even ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; The Reindeer Section - Cartwheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-788811244735538483?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/788811244735538483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=788811244735538483&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/788811244735538483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/788811244735538483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/oouh-tempting.html' title='Oouh. Tempting.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZr6Ud7ieNI/AAAAAAAACMs/tAr1xMJIfwo/s72-c/DSC01261-17.02.09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5773604148062650952</id><published>2009-02-17T02:52:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:36:02.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project365'/><title type='text'>Experimenting with Project 365.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this idea off &lt;a href="http://www.jmeei.net/blog/"&gt;Jiameei&lt;/a&gt; (good on you for finally blogging again!) about &lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;Project 365&lt;/a&gt;, where I will be attempting to snap at least one photo per day everyday, for a whole year.&lt;br /&gt;Notice my carefully chosen keywords of "experimenting" and "attempting", I don't know if I have the discipline to carry on this project every single day for 365 days? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons why the project appeals to me is 'cause, I really do feel like I'm getting lazy at the taking pictures bit, whether it's in general or for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;So this should serve as an interesting purpose for me to whip out my camera more often and photograph EVERYTHING, like some deranged tourist going on a rampage. Err, or maybe I'll just call it "hone my amateur photography skills." ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not all solely for blogging purposes, also simply to remember the little but important details of my life. God knows I suffer from long-term memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget this one conversation with my best friend years ago back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt;MS: Oh remember Justin*? &lt;/span&gt;(*name changed) &lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt;Yeah Justin's studying abroad now, remember how you used to have a major crush on him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ......what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS: Omg yes you did! Cyn, you were absolutely in love with him la, you couldn't stop talking about him to me for months and months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: .............what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 0, 191);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS: Omg la Cyn. Omg. Just take it from me, YOU WERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously. Whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(fine print: Justin is a total hag btw I refuse to believe I had any form of crush on him let alone love him wtf love is blind wtf)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total memory loss. So if Project 365 doesn't work, I am doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okay jokes aside, there was some truth to what my best friend said. When I try to think back, I really don't remember a lot of details of many important aspects of my life. Things I *want* to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go. The very start of *my* Project 365:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Day 1: 16.02.09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZm_oPOUK1I/AAAAAAAACMM/YJmMtG2zW2Q/s1600-h/DSC01231-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 467px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZm_oPOUK1I/AAAAAAAACMM/YJmMtG2zW2Q/s1600/DSC01231-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303480734207716178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to start it off with a random picture of me right. :) It's in case you were wondering "where have you been stranger, cannot remember what you look like anymore gosh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Actually no, I have a point to this. I've been wearing my hair up like this for the past couple of weeks. Hairbands are my thing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;(p/s: I do realize that upon taking up this project, I'd have to update my blog fairly often from now on. God help me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yuna - Permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5773604148062650952?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5773604148062650952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5773604148062650952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5773604148062650952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5773604148062650952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/experimenting-with-project-365.html' title='Experimenting with Project 365.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SZm_oPOUK1I/AAAAAAAACMM/YJmMtG2zW2Q/s72-c/DSC01231-g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-9030721406173238434</id><published>2009-02-16T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T02:36:26.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Live Music Junkie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's is now over, Chinese New Year's over, and slightly before that was the Boyfriend's birthday, some crazy line up of events, Christmas, spending time with the Melbourne peeps, more crazy line up of etc's, and lastly sprinkle some classes, exams, and &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt; to that whole mix up of woohoo's, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally forsee my schedule lightening up for a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;And with that said, I've been dying to blog/rant about this for a couple of weeks now because it's been eating me up from the inside, groar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows I'm a fan of live music, both international and local acts, and HAVE YOU NOTICED THE MANY MANY AWESOME GIGS HAPPENING IN THE MONTH OF MARCH? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But firstly, in case y'all been living under a rock and haven't heard the news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0001/4231/rihannapostponed_std.jpg?1234241551"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 469px;" src="http://www.junkonline.net/assets/0001/4231/rihannapostponed_std.jpg?1234241551" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/articles/1133-Rihannas-Malaysian-concert-postponed"&gt;[photo source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad shape boyfriend Chris Brown assaulted our dear Rihanna, who was rumoured to have given him herpes o_O and she was left injured and stranded with Chris' rented Lamborghini as he fled the scene taking the keys with him wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.junkonline.net/articles/1131-Rihanna-allegedly-assaulted-by-Chris-Brown"&gt;[source] &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno la, sounds like some Hollywood drama-rama booshit to me &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; but what's solid truth is the fact that the concert is definitely postponed. Keyword: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;postponed&lt;/span&gt;, not canceled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ticket holders, chill out and uhm, pray til further notice. But whatever it is, a replacement date will be announced in two weeks time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sunburstkl.com.my/v1/images/stories/sunburstlaunch011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 438px;" src="http://sunburstkl.com.my/v1/images/stories/sunburstlaunch011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sunburst KL 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Date: Saturday, 21 March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Venue: Bukit Kiara Equestrian Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ticket prices, Pre-Sale: RM203, Door Sale: RM253&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hmm, gotta admit, pretty pricey tickets when the only international artist performing is NERD. Hmm. Sorry la just not my cuppa tea.&lt;br /&gt;And compared to last year's line up of Incubus, John Legend, etc etc etc GAAH im still kicking myself for missing out on last year's Sunburst Music Festival &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ong_debbie/647274313/item/"&gt;sisterDebbie&lt;/a&gt; gush over Incubus' live performance of super awesomeness, and then later hearing Boyfriend &lt;s&gt;gush&lt;/s&gt; speak enthusiastically but macho-ly about Incubus' super awesomeness had me feeling a little left out &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley2.gif" /&gt; boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I quite like the Asian/local line up for this year's Sunburst. Definitely wouldn't mind checking out Nidji and a few more (all for the first time),&lt;br /&gt;Reza Salleh (again), and Twilight Actiongirl (againagain) &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll save up the money and spend it on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON MRAZ! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Qy2cj_xK8k/SLYmgsBHJZI/AAAAAAAABLU/Mmuor6n4MtI/s1600/Jason_Mraz_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 401px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Qy2cj_xK8k/SLYmgsBHJZI/AAAAAAAABLU/Mmuor6n4MtI/s1600/Jason_Mraz_12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Yoooours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHOOO doesn't already know imma huge fan of &lt;span&gt;Jason Mraz?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dude needs no introduction, neither does his music! That happy-pappy-go-lucky guy, who genuinely seems like he's got not a care in the world, and expresses it well through his music - infectiously happy music! That makes me wanna sing! and dance! and steal things! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; HEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(ok if you don't get the joke then go away you are not a true J.Mraz fan -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've only seen *a few* videos of his live performances, but is it just me or does the dude perform EVEN BETTER live, compared to his already awesome studio-recorded songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I'm already getting bored of&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I'm Yours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;having been overplayed on the radio all the time, but this song performed in Korea was just...... &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt; *sigh*. I'm in my cloud of blissfull happies right now give me a moment please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LYhrYHmUPn0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jason Mraz Live in KL 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Date: Wednesday, 4th March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Time: 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Venue: Stadium Negara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ticket prices: RM258, RM208, RM168, RM138, RM88, RM68&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://indiemusicfan.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/coldplay-705392.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=364"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 364px;" src="http://indiemusicfan.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/coldplay-705392.jpg?w=450&amp;amp;h=364" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indiemusicfan.wordpress.com/2009/02/11/coldplay-live-in-singapore-23rd-march-2009/"&gt;[photo source]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy poop. IT'S SO FATED LA.&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay just *had* to decide to come visit - wait for it, wait for it - ON MY BIRTHDAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;OH YEH BAYBEH, 23 MARCH IS WHEN COLDPLAY WILL BE SINGING VIVA LA VIDA SONGS TO MEE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; (and a happy birthday song too, if i wish really really hard)&lt;br /&gt;Only catch is, I gotta run over to Singapore to hear it. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Coldplay Live in Singapore 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Date: Monday, 23rd March (my birthday WOO!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Venue: Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ticket prices: SGD$248, SGD$188, SGD$158, SGD$88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn la, them Singaporeans really got it good for them. While we Malaysians still wait with bated breath to see if Coldplay will be performing at our Sunburst Music Festival (still to be confirmed), the Singaporeans already got them for a full-on concert &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; hoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I not hold my breath anymore, and quickly plan to attend their concert in Singapore straight? Besides. BIRTHDAY! FATED. argh. confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Coldplay - Lovers In Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-9030721406173238434?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9030721406173238434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=9030721406173238434&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/9030721406173238434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/9030721406173238434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-music-junkie.html' title='Live Music Junkie!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Qy2cj_xK8k/SLYmgsBHJZI/AAAAAAAABLU/Mmuor6n4MtI/s72-c/Jason_Mraz_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-7048173276008704428</id><published>2009-02-14T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:02:42.564+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><title type='text'>It Must Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello happy readers, friends and family and maybe even strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of sounding like an annoying mushy lovebug you'd simply love to swat, I'm just popping by very quickly to wish everybody a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;very Happy Valentine's Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I do mean very quickly, I'm supposed to be showering and rushing out the door heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know right, I really do think I have multiple split personalities or something, some days I'm that sarcastic agro emo brooding love-is-overrated meh- girl you all know and love, (i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, (or these few days for that matter), I'm full of happy pappy rainbows and sunshine smile til it hurts mushy corny jagung love-is-in-the-aaiiiirrr! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; *swat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But best part of it all, I'm not the only one who seems to have caught the lovebug this season? &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted a few friends wishing them Happy Valentine's Day! and most if not all of them replied back with many happy hopeful stories &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's treating his girlfriend (or so to speak) to some wine, some place fancy with pretty lights and architecture,&lt;br /&gt;someone's been dared to spread the love in the office and give his scary boss a big Valentine's hug,&lt;br /&gt;someone's having dinner for two at Boyfriend's place where he's becoming chef for the night with a surprise menu,&lt;br /&gt;someone err, is simply getting lucky tonight, ;) and admits he's lucky to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww :) it's all so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me? Well, &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my special someone has planned for a Valentine's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;, instead of one day lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's off to a good simple start, Friday night was spent chowing down on yummo Japanese dinner (while I chow down daintlily of course), and we popped open a bottle of wine and giggled the night away and made fun of Michael Buble songs, although I love that guy. :) both guys, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of our weekend, I dunno, we'll gaze into each other's eyes and do normal boyfriend-girlfriend-y stuff until we get sick of each other by Monday &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt; hahaha. I don't know, might keep you posted ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But essentially, may *your* day (or entire weekend!) be filled with love sweetness hugs and kisses and all things mushy and jagung from all your loved ones, friends and family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Jonas Brothers - Love Bug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ya i know riiight, im so corny now aiyo. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-7048173276008704428?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7048173276008704428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=7048173276008704428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7048173276008704428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7048173276008704428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-must-be.html' title='It Must Be...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-460160150183458457</id><published>2009-02-11T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:05:00.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>Powerful Little Bugger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon sent me this picture on Facebook a couple of days ago. Taken off &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;Postsecret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SY7XG-S3HdI/AAAAAAAAICE/kvD8oBqHSls/s1600/BEATSTANFORD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 446px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SY7XG-S3HdI/AAAAAAAAICE/kvD8oBqHSls/s1600/BEATSTANFORD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Me: Omg thanks for sharing this, im so happy! :D :D :D by the waaay, what happened to the copy i gave you? -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);"&gt; Shannon: Hahaha! Now that i saw it on postsecret, im definitely gonna read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; Me: Wth. After those countless times of me pestering you to read the best book in the world, that didn't work la? But now that you see one picture on postsecret, THAT worked la? -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. No matter how naggy I am or try to be, I must accept that Postsecret is way more influential than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) but really, I'm over the moon that The Little Prince made it to Postsecret! :D :D :D whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know my favourite children's book didn't just touch *my* heart, but someone else's out there too. Restored some of my faith too, because the only 2 people I personally &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; persuaded nicely to read the book, both attempts failed miserably -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned The Little Prince countless times on my blog too. For those of you who haven't read it yet, please do. It's rather short, less than a hundred pages, and with many many scribbly pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I couldn't convince you to, maybe Postsecret can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;The Submarines - Brightest Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-460160150183458457?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/460160150183458457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=460160150183458457&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/460160150183458457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/460160150183458457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/powerful-little-bugger.html' title='Powerful Little Bugger.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SY7XG-S3HdI/AAAAAAAAICE/kvD8oBqHSls/s72-c/BEATSTANFORD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-8122681583432346902</id><published>2009-02-08T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:35:01.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Let's have some fun, this beat is sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another pretty backlogged post. The night of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PMS x Femmething&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k244/sheryloon/final-eblaster-ftxpms-copy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 335px;" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k244/sheryloon/final-eblaster-ftxpms-copy-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a fan of &lt;a href="http://projectmuffstit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheryl &amp;amp; Michelle&lt;/a&gt;'s work, now putting that together with quirky &lt;a href="http://blackjetta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Auntie YC&lt;/a&gt;, you know it's gonna be pretty massive ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So massive that I simply could not miss out on this event. Even if it unfortunately had to coincide with a little someone special's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuffled some things around that made that particular week a very super hectic one.&lt;br /&gt;Made it work, (sort of), but it was so crazy it &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/geralds-birthday-party-of-mayhem.html"&gt;made me want to cry, remember&lt;/a&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusQyq-qjI/AAAAAAAACGs/svJMptMqO4M/s1600-h/DSC00664-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusQyq-qjI/AAAAAAAACGs/svJMptMqO4M/s1600/DSC00664-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299518791011445298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Arabyrd&lt;/span&gt; launching the fashion show with a beat and a rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to take a whole lotta pictures of the fash show, though. YOU try standing in front trying to beat down all the other "real" photogs and paparazzi's with their big giant cameras and big giant physiques. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusRLqMp0I/AAAAAAAACG8/C06q1mhN8zE/s1600-h/DSC00671-h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 451px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusRLqMp0I/AAAAAAAACG8/C06q1mhN8zE/s1600/DSC00671-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299518797719054146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusRG5EFYI/AAAAAAAACHE/Z8dsH7cdqrA/s1600-h/DSC00673-i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 451px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusRG5EFYI/AAAAAAAACHE/Z8dsH7cdqrA/s1600/DSC00673-i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299518796439229826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusRFc_BfI/AAAAAAAACHM/X9SvNX9U0cw/s1600-h/DSC00676-k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusRFc_BfI/AAAAAAAACHM/X9SvNX9U0cw/s1600/DSC00676-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299518796053022194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(another) Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuslo0N7XI/AAAAAAAACHU/96jbe6kHTWU/s1600-h/DSC00680-y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 451px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuslo0N7XI/AAAAAAAACHU/96jbe6kHTWU/s1600/DSC00680-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299519149143092594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuslxefxaI/AAAAAAAACHc/i_4UGCXAIsI/s1600-h/DSC00685-u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 451px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuslxefxaI/AAAAAAAACHc/i_4UGCXAIsI/s1600/DSC00685-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299519151467906466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot-idunnoher and Aaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuslwPIoWI/AAAAAAAACHk/1uYUOLqKvx0/s1600-h/DSC00692-e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuslwPIoWI/AAAAAAAACHk/1uYUOLqKvx0/s1600/DSC00692-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299519151135039842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelle, YC and a giant white finger, Sheryl, Arabyrd :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event ended around 10-ish, we all basically ran back and forth between &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phuture &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barsonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a huge turn out of friends and familiar faces to support our beloved Muffin and Stitstit, all stationed in both club rooms in Zouk. As well as the usual happy faces in Barsonic on a typical Friday night of Twilight Actiongirl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was pretty fun running around, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in my case, head-banging, air-punching, jumping-around-like-crazies in my 4-inch heels in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Barsonic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then tone it down, drinky up, and take a few tipsy pictures in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Phuture&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusl27NRoI/AAAAAAAACHs/JC7ua9PFjmk/s1600-h/DSC00694-q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusl27NRoI/AAAAAAAACHs/JC7ua9PFjmk/s1600/DSC00694-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299519152930506370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jäger-bombs for the pretty little ladies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutf1hlZnI/AAAAAAAACH8/xICIrKknnf8/s1600-h/DSC00699-y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutf1hlZnI/AAAAAAAACH8/xICIrKknnf8/s1600/DSC00699-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520148987012722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the men drink their whisky :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuuDMTcvWI/AAAAAAAACJU/vH5LTQo4p3k/s1600/n618111713_1854285_9825-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520756397161826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, moi, and a goofy Muffin :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusmPMOr2I/AAAAAAAACH0/WjjoakJN94s/s1600-h/DSC00696-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusmPMOr2I/AAAAAAAACH0/WjjoakJN94s/s1600/DSC00696-t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299519159444352866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 favourite monyets, Shaun &amp;amp; Chris :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut8vmLC7I/AAAAAAAACIs/wKYlPiOa_Zw/s1600-h/DSC00718-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut8vmLC7I/AAAAAAAACIs/wKYlPiOa_Zw/s1600/DSC00718-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520645611850674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More monyets, hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutgCLzawI/AAAAAAAACIc/wIOWIEIbDHs/s1600-h/DSC00708-j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutgCLzawI/AAAAAAAACIc/wIOWIEIbDHs/s1600/DSC00708-j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520152385317634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutf4y7fKI/AAAAAAAACIE/BaoKO_YBV2s/s1600-h/DSC00701-u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutf4y7fKI/AAAAAAAACIE/BaoKO_YBV2s/s1600/DSC00701-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520149865069730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singz &amp;amp; Luxanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut8gbLxpI/AAAAAAAACIk/x_XNVAxKhME/s1600-h/DSC00711-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut8gbLxpI/AAAAAAAACIk/x_XNVAxKhME/s1600/DSC00711-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520641539229330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with party queen Kanch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutgGblsYI/AAAAAAAACIU/kdjxsLJ2fvM/s1600-h/DSC00705-u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutgGblsYI/AAAAAAAACIU/kdjxsLJ2fvM/s1600/DSC00705-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520153525268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut9O4ROwI/AAAAAAAACI8/tJOaEqWew6A/s1600-h/DSC00721-f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut9O4ROwI/AAAAAAAACI8/tJOaEqWew6A/s1600/DSC00721-f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520654009252610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmn, saltyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut87R1yQI/AAAAAAAACI0/6OZtxOINyk8/s1600-h/DSC00719-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 451px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut87R1yQI/AAAAAAAACI0/6OZtxOINyk8/s1600/DSC00719-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520648747796738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, a camera, behave yourself Thia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuuDPVB_hI/AAAAAAAACJM/Uoe-Rn2UMLU/s1600/n618111713_1854280_7867-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520757209103890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Li, moi, Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutgFNdxaI/AAAAAAAACIM/f_qH8QTJlrA/s1600-h/DSC00704-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYutgFNdxaI/AAAAAAAACIM/f_qH8QTJlrA/s1600/DSC00704-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520153197594018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut9HZFR6I/AAAAAAAACJE/mVI5zCkIkYg/s1600-h/DSC00724-v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYut9HZFR6I/AAAAAAAACJE/mVI5zCkIkYg/s1600/DSC00724-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299520651999397794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at Singz' house with a sickness bag ready, hahahaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lady GaGa - Love Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-8122681583432346902?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8122681583432346902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=8122681583432346902&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8122681583432346902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8122681583432346902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick.html' title='Let&apos;s have some fun, this beat is sick.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYusQyq-qjI/AAAAAAAACGs/svJMptMqO4M/s72-c/DSC00664-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-6596366590700574152</id><published>2009-02-06T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:50:36.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>U.O.X. loves Rihanna Fans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of this new year 2009, there were already lots of talk about concerts and international acts coming down to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We music fanatics can't help ourselves but get excited this time! The good acts always seem to give Malaysia a skip, possibly 'cause of our country's strict laws against "revealing clothes" and whatnots. So much hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But among the many great acts coming down to Malaysia, one of the more highly talked about ones would definitely be the sizzling hot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1CDPGz-WI/AAAAAAAACC8/usS0G9PDNvI/s1600-h/rihanna2_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 622px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1CDPGz-WI/AAAAAAAACC8/usS0G9PDNvI/s1600/rihanna2_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295461360219715938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Known for her great voice, great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt;, collaborations with top singers and rappers,&lt;br /&gt;producing the catchiest dance tunes with every song she releases, sometimes borderline annoying too because those songs will get stuck in your head for days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh....&lt;/span&gt; song? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; yes, of course you do.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone is convinced she can sing about umbrellas and literally anything else under the sun and it'll be an instant hit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna's also definitely known her sex appeal, and her never failing to deliver a good (and saucy) performance. It's no wonder she's the talk of the town now, crossing our conservative borders &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all wonder, what are her outfits gonna be like, up on our Malaysian stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1DOYuj9vI/AAAAAAAACDE/j6tb45LXvYs/s1600-h/1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1DOYuj9vI/AAAAAAAACDE/j6tb45LXvYs/s1600/1236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295462651292546802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Love this glam rock outfit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we'll find out soon enough &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna Live In Kuala Lumpur 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday, 13 February&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil&lt;br /&gt;Ticket prices: RM128, RM158, RM198, RM288, RM328&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1HZcUb4II/AAAAAAAACDM/pJQf8BrBSXQ/s1600-h/Rihanna_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1HZcUb4II/AAAAAAAACDM/pJQf8BrBSXQ/s1600/Rihanna_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295467239281778818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;HOWEVER!&lt;/span&gt; Here's some fantastic news for you Rihanna fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;University of X (U.O.X.)&lt;/span&gt; is giving you a chance to win FREE TICKETS to see her live in concert! Click &lt;a href="http://www.uox.com.my/uoxcentral/html/rihanna.html"&gt;*here*&lt;/a&gt; for the details!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the simple steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To sign up with U.O.X., &lt;a href="http://www.uox.com.my/uoxcentral/html/how_to_join.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As a U.O.X. member, type 'REGFREETIX' and send to 28881&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You will get a confirmation SMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Upon receiving a confirmation via SMS, reload a minimum of RM10 for a chance to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so simple &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, refer to the website for more details, &lt;a href="http://www.uox.com.my/uoxcentral/html/rihanna.html"&gt;*click!*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, all Rihanna fans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-6596366590700574152?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/6596366590700574152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=6596366590700574152&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6596366590700574152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/6596366590700574152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/uox-loves-rihanna-fans.html' title='U.O.X. loves Rihanna Fans.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX1CDPGz-WI/AAAAAAAACC8/usS0G9PDNvI/s72-c/rihanna2_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-3615994873925372646</id><published>2009-02-06T08:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:10:58.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><title type='text'>You can't play on broken strings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 465px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuYxl0TGkI/AAAAAAAACGk/AFKUp5mkgxE/s1600/DSC00810-ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299497364264000066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful quiet Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally hear my thoughts speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing some serious rethinking. DND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;James Morrison - Broken Strings (feat. Nelly Furtado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-3615994873925372646?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3615994873925372646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=3615994873925372646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3615994873925372646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3615994873925372646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-cant-play-on-broken-strings.html' title='You can&apos;t play on broken strings.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SYuYxl0TGkI/AAAAAAAACGk/AFKUp5mkgxE/s72-c/DSC00810-ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2697037150109398865</id><published>2009-02-04T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T01:05:44.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Forgive me skin, for I have sinned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am usually complimented for my good complexion and flawless skin - in person, and also on my blog &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; *shy*&lt;br /&gt;People ask of what skincare products I use, to achieve such flawless-looking skin? *shy shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I blush. But I'll also politely say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep them coming please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for the torment I went through back in high school - what can I say, puberty was harsh on my skin -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, I eventually grew out of it and my skin got better, and my confidence came back. Plus the occasional confidence booster from a compliment or two &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's where I let you in on a little secret of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJc0xL-AI/AAAAAAAAB-w/I8ljVrg8zKk/s1600/DSC00625-w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293780646547421186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; always have perfectly flawless skin! *egad!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Oh, and yes that's a scar on my left eyebrow. I don't remember this, but apparently I rolled down the stairs or something, when I was a kid. Heh. But ok so not the point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, stress gets the better of me, the late nights, the time of the month,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just your friendly neighbourhood zit popping by to say "Hello!" for no good reason &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lead a hectic lifestyle like mine; and like most people I know who's always on the go go go, it's bound to take a toll on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJcpNPzsI/AAAAAAAAB-g/h2jVI6dfGsM/s1600/DSC00605-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293780643443887810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*frus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in the city, love fried food, stay up late for work/assignments, party most nights and (heaven forbid) sometimes forget to remove your make up, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more than enough to say bye-bye to your healthy complexion, and hellooooo oily skin, pimples and blackheads. It's so common especially with Asian skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly, that's an alarmingly familiar description of our daily routines - at least for most of us, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJc8eoZoI/AAAAAAAAB-o/_h4nK0s-aaQ/s1600/DSC00616-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293780648617076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*upset*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can paint your face with silly amounts of make up to conceal your imperfections if you want, but I believe great skin comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping healthy, managing stress well, and of course, a good skincare regime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the quest to find the best skincare line is never that easy. Everyone has different skin types and personal favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Some, like me, like to change around and experiment with different brands that gains some good reviews &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt; no harm trying if it was recommended by someone else, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was recently introduced to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier PURE's skincare products,&lt;/span&gt; which is said to be suitable for combination to oily skin, prone to acne and blackheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJdKJP4kI/AAAAAAAAB-4/bARPO6WQZIk/s1600/DSC00629-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293780652285485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier PureA Anti-Inperfection Scrub Wash,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier Pure Self-Heating Sauna Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; (with cucumber extract!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's said to be great for controlling shine, unclogging pores, and drying out imperfections. Hmm. Definitely something I need to shoo away that pesky little bugger of a zit right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Garnier PURE&lt;/span&gt; is my choice of skincare line at the moment &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be trying out these 2 products in the weeks to come. Will keep you updated with its results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJdG6IdHI/AAAAAAAAB_A/uWcgJj_hmqQ/s1600/DSC00649-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293780651416777842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2697037150109398865?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2697037150109398865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2697037150109398865&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2697037150109398865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2697037150109398865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/02/forgive-me-skin-for-i-have-sinned.html' title='Forgive me skin, for I have sinned!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXdJc0xL-AI/AAAAAAAAB-w/I8ljVrg8zKk/s72-c/DSC00625-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-4935408847670228308</id><published>2009-01-31T01:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:45:49.182+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddjobs'/><title type='text'>Blast From The Past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Penang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn super tired. We did a lot of visiting of relatives, eating, some shopping, more eating, a little sight-seeing, and i swear we were eating *something* at least every 2 hours. Damn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so emo ok, all that of last minute packing had me forgetting to pack in my camera charger, so -_- I'm basically picture-less.&lt;br /&gt;Got quite a few useless pictures of the very beginning of our 3-day holiday, ie. in the car ride up to Penang, sisterDebbie and I pulling silly faces at the camera to pass the time. See, useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste too, what nice pictures we'd have otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the pretty little babies.&lt;/span&gt; (my new nephews and nieces?! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; Aunty Thiathia, gasp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The night bazaar on Batu Feringgi.&lt;/span&gt; Always lively and colourful and I bought some of those strings of colourful pretty ball-y lights, kinda reminds me of Christmas ornaments &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; dunno if you know what I'm talking about, I'll hang it up in my room and take a picture la whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the amazing food.&lt;/span&gt; 'Nuff said. A Penang trip is not a Penang trip without exploring their glorious food.&lt;br /&gt;As for my favo Assam Laksa, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; i finally got to compare the 2 most famous Assam Laksa's on the island; the one on Air Hitam, and of course the Penang Road one.&lt;br /&gt;Air Hitam still pwns la, unanimous decision with me and my whole family yo &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The old, pretty architecture.&lt;/span&gt; Penang has some seriously interesting history, and you can tell by the time marks left on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the general hustle and bustle during the Chinese New Year festivities :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should've seen the crowded hawker stalls and centres.&lt;br /&gt;The one on Gurney Drive was damn crazy, it was so crowded there were more people than there were available tables and chairs &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to be tough (and borderline rude) like everyone else and hover closely around the tables whose patrons were *almost* done (but not done yet!), give them subtle but knowing glances &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Faster la uncle, we are hungry also"&lt;/span&gt;, and then POUNCE onto their chairs the moment their butts leave the surface. Before anybody else does.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy. But real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm damn super tired so this post will be short-ish, because I also drove almost half the journey back home to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I've come a long way since the days when I just got my driver's license, test-drove Shaun and Azan's car, flew over speed bumps laughing my head off, and scaring the bejeezus outta them poor boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; ah, good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/03/bachelor-boyfriend.html"&gt;I mentioned very briefly&lt;/a&gt; that I was on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cintan TV commercial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I ended up elaborating about it like I intended to, but the problem was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I never saw it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had friends, family, even blog readers coming to tell me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey I saw you on TV!"&lt;/span&gt; for months when the commercial aired, but I myself never caught it.&lt;br /&gt;Neither did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suchitra &lt;/span&gt;who appeared in the commercial too. Funny how these things can happen, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year after it released and stopped airing - only half an hour ago - I saw it up on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi. Major blast from the past. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah. Better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have me on their Facebook &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=751504127&amp;amp;ref=name#/video/video.php?v=42361214639&amp;amp;oid=20153951956"&gt;can go see la&lt;/a&gt;. Otherwise, umm, oh well &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jack Johnson - Better Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-4935408847670228308?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4935408847670228308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=4935408847670228308&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4935408847670228308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4935408847670228308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From The Past.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1691325544749733200</id><published>2009-01-28T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T01:31:05.207+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Burppp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX82TuYDi4I/AAAAAAAACEc/R9w1C7FMxuE/s1600-h/DSC00731-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX82TuYDi4I/AAAAAAAACEc/R9w1C7FMxuE/s1600/DSC00731-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296011399305333634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :) Gotta love the abundance and prosperity of the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, will be gone to Penang for a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit relatives, giggle as they speak in Hokkien damn loudly at each other, gorge on original Penang assam laksa &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; char koey teow, tau sar pneah, and everything else in between! Oh loveee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck too, my brothers aren't coming along so I gotta be co-pilot to my dad and help him drive the long hours whenever he's tired. Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year, y'all &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been needing &lt;a href="http://the--bee.blogspot.com/"&gt;SisterDebbie&lt;/a&gt;'s help with some stuff lately (I don't quite feel like saying what, and also I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say anything as of yet hm) and in return, she's been giving me the perpetual &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/wtf.gif" /&gt; face, and &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; face, and -_____- face, non stop all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Gahahaha i can't believe this che, you totally sold out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"EH leave me alone la i can be commercial too wtf."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Yala you sold out! All your indie fans will cry now. I'm also crying on the inside for you. How could you man, how could you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; "Eh shaddap la! This also means I can appeal to the commercial clients side, as well as my indie meaningful angsty side, oh yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; do i gotta do some serious soul-searching some time soon. Or should i just ignore that silly little woman, peh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides all the CNY merriment and yummy food in Penang, I'm also really looking forward to spending some quality time with the little sister.&lt;br /&gt;We've both been so busy with our own lives, my friends are back, her friends are back, I've had stuff to do, she's had intensive exams for the past few weeks. The house has been rather quiet without our usual nonsense and late night craziness that makes me wonder why our neighbours haven't moved far far away yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye y'all, I should go pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Perishers - My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1691325544749733200?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1691325544749733200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1691325544749733200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1691325544749733200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1691325544749733200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/burppp.html' title='Burppp.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SX82TuYDi4I/AAAAAAAACEc/R9w1C7FMxuE/s72-c/DSC00731-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2100450634265053710</id><published>2009-01-26T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T02:56:31.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><title type='text'>Hmm, Interesting Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I farking effing cheebye hate parking in KL lor. With a vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I parked in Pavillion KL for a measly pathetic 3 and a half hours, and the parking fee came up to a whopping &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWELVE FRIGGIN' DOLLARS. 3 HOURS PLUS ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;CAN FEED A WHOLE THIRD WORLD COUNTRY OK.&lt;br /&gt;Ok la maybe not, but IT WILL DEFINITELY HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine I know I don't frequent the city that often, so I'm not super familiar with the parking rates. But I'm *damn* sure I parked at KLCC last time for a *much* longer time and the bill was *much* less &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a PJ-suburban-girl who's used to paying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt; in 1 Utama and The Curve, at most would be RM3 at The Curve only on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seriously, what the hell !&lt;br /&gt;Has parking rates increased tremendously in the KL while PJ still maintains its low charges? Or was I just horribly conned???! By an autopay machine -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had just left Pavillion cursing under my breath, a friend coincidentally called up to have lunch and seeing that I was in the city, he suggested meeting up in Pavillion. Needless to say, I gave him a big fat no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't understand how you people can live your life in the city &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damn broke just by paying them daily parking fees, and eventually, I will die.&lt;br /&gt;If starvation does not kill me, the stresses of being conned by evil autopay machines will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand wei. I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was in Pavillion because I was invited for another session of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STAGE &lt;/span&gt;make up's workshop, ie. "Playzone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar to the one during &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Maxis' Girls Day Out!&lt;/span&gt; Only this time it was recorded for website and PR purposes. Great fun, once again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXyMXglNxGI/AAAAAAAACCs/wVIOjYoMDek/s1600-h/DSC00654-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXyMXglNxGI/AAAAAAAACCs/wVIOjYoMDek/s1600/DSC00654-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261597391766626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face paint brushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love their brushes, very soft smooth bristles. Will definitely have to get a few of their stuff soon, especially their eye shadow blending brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to take many pictures this round though. Marina from STAGE says she'll be sending me pictures, or else you can refer to the &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-day-out.html"&gt;Girls' Day Out post&lt;/a&gt;, was pretty similar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only this time we were joined by Christine, Vivien, Jaz, and Deborah Priya Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXyMX5ccsSI/AAAAAAAACC0/Ar3qi-Knpt0/s1600-h/DSC00657-g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXyMX5ccsSI/AAAAAAAACC0/Ar3qi-Knpt0/s1600/DSC00657-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295261604065882402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveliest friendly girls to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Femmething x Project Muffstit event&lt;/span&gt;, as well as fabulous TAG after that!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I'm In Love! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about this soon enough :) but i gotta go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful and prosperous Chinese New Year, everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leona Lewis - Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2100450634265053710?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2100450634265053710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2100450634265053710&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2100450634265053710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2100450634265053710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm-interesting-friday.html' title='Hmm, Interesting Friday.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXyMXglNxGI/AAAAAAAACCs/wVIOjYoMDek/s72-c/DSC00654-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5708944822838777869</id><published>2009-01-25T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:05:21.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Gerald's Birthday: Party of Pure Mayhem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, I am so effing glad this week is finally over!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the amount of work I had to do this week; a crazy mix of uni work, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;work &lt;/span&gt;work, deadlines to meet, errands to run almost everyday sial, and a silly secret surprise I was working on, *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy it was so effing crazy it made me want to cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite stress la. My silly secret surprise turned out a bit fail too -_- but what the hell la, it's the thought that counts and the Surprisee was still happy, so all's good.&lt;br /&gt;Will (or might) blog about it later on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up on the list of backlogged events, I have to shout out a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIG FAT FABULOUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;*belated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BIRTHDAY, MR. GERALD QUEK!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which we all celebrated with his close friends over yummy Japanese dinner @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rakuzen, KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvi0VccaeI/AAAAAAAAB_M/3e5hE2PMPNc/s1600/DSC00472-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075175641672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yummy-looking cake we didn't get to eat because we were all so effing full from all that Japanese yum yums in our tum tums, wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't think for one minute that an innocent little Jap dinner with his closest friends (which so happens to be all insane party animals I used to know ONLY in parties, hm.) was *all* we had to celebrate Gerald's birthday with &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; damn deceivingly innocent too, even I fell for it, aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the following Saturday night at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U.O.X Play @ Zouk&lt;/span&gt; was his extended celebration night party of pure mayhem, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's all I can say about the night. The rest was an insane blur of yahoo's and woohoo's and blehh's. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvi0YyPcaI/AAAAAAAAB_c/D2A7uEzBQhc/s1600/DSC00500-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075176538403234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friggin' many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we had our little section near the DJ console, 'else we'd be sardine-packed over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I heard more late-comers tried to get into the club, but they wouldn't let people in anymore! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvi0XyNVOI/AAAAAAAAB_U/CU76PTxGgdA/s1600/DSC00496-ww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075176269829346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan &amp;amp; I, safe and sound inside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvkIBLdoMI/AAAAAAAACCk/RyEjngX2j5s/s1600/DSC00558-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076613310750914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald and err, friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjBtfRrwI/AAAAAAAAB_0/skBW9Pf3izo/s1600/DSC00504-e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075405434302210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://travinia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jacinta&lt;/a&gt;, mm-hmm... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjCif6BiI/AAAAAAAACAE/K25adQ9Zppo/s1600/DSC00507-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075419664025122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wookookoo.wordpress.com/"&gt;KevinYeoh&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Su Yen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjTvLx65I/AAAAAAAACAk/_Oni2OWSbKs/s1600/DSC00516-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075715127045010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo.... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjC5YkXwI/AAAAAAAACAM/VGwza42y8sc/s1600/DSC00509-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075425807261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadi's the man, huh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjT-aiJGI/AAAAAAAACAs/Y-8LE1tD6wk/s1600/DSC00517-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075719215457378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my new golden-brown booties-shoesies that make my feet ache &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvi0uasmlI/AAAAAAAAB_k/HmjCYJObulU/s1600/DSC00501-s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075182345230930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Karjin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjTxqqIOI/AAAAAAAACA0/am2ol-uONRE/s1600/DSC00523-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075715793428706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johan, Karjin, Gerald ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjT_aT3KI/AAAAAAAACA8/1gNipFbncuw/s1600/DSC00524-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075719482956962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjC9cgZ0I/AAAAAAAACAU/81AcVC-ghbE/s1600/DSC00512-p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075426897520450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta &amp;amp; Su Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjCQv5K_I/AAAAAAAAB_8/ipjM7Imlu74/s1600/DSC00505-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075414899239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me loves her grungy mitten thingies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjgHdDdBI/AAAAAAAACBE/siS7aFqBpaM/s1600/DSC00526-y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075927800378386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjgb5JGfI/AAAAAAAACBU/QIld2652ae8/s1600/DSC00532-i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075933286898162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjgigFtHI/AAAAAAAACBc/NIkfk96PLwI/s1600/DSC00534-o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075935060866162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan &amp;amp; Ge :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvkIFgSQfI/AAAAAAAACCc/Os49dho2sOk/s1600/DSC00566-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076614471827954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Yen &amp;amp; moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvjgYr8BMI/AAAAAAAACBM/bAEx6bAEHNc/s1600/DSC00531-u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295075932426208450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Mr. Jules of Streething fabulous party pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Whose glasses looks abit terpesong here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvj-RICCkI/AAAAAAAACBs/RRfoeNb0wb8/s1600/DSC00538-k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076445792635458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvj-QiugCI/AAAAAAAACB8/hOf-Wu5bLEE/s1600/DSC00550-j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076445636165666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sodamnsalty.blogspot.com/"&gt;ShannonSaltydogg&lt;/a&gt; made it much later too. Harro! *hic* &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvj-WXtpoI/AAAAAAAACCE/Dtud2a1_0EM/s1600/DSC00555-j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076447200585346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And *I THINK* some lovebirds were making out behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvj-mtfoDI/AAAAAAAACCM/NWA5ID4hLxY/s1600/DSC00557-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076451586908210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yerpp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;More incriminating pictures up on Facebook. Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvkIBWsYeI/AAAAAAAACCU/6FWU-wLeFoU/s1600/DSC00570-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076613357855202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Empire of the Sun - Walking on a Dream (Van She Remix)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5708944822838777869?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5708944822838777869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5708944822838777869&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5708944822838777869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5708944822838777869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/geralds-birthday-party-of-mayhem.html' title='Gerald&apos;s Birthday: Party of Pure Mayhem!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXvi0VccaeI/AAAAAAAAB_M/3e5hE2PMPNc/s72-c/DSC00472-r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1296993436354996999</id><published>2009-01-21T03:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T03:58:20.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><title type='text'>Quiet Times.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I'd like to say that I have an 8am class tomorrow morning, and I'm wide awake now and blogging at 3am. How fail am I, can I ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I initially planned to blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday &lt;/span&gt;about Saturday night's insane party of mayhem, but no time so tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;Which I then delayed to blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;, but also no time so tak jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it's the quiet night time of 3 in the morning, everything is hushed and relaxed and I find myself settling down calmly for abit &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt; Something I am apparently incapable of doing in the rushed hectic day times when the sun is still shining, which for some reason translates to me as, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tick tock tick tock time is running out go go go be on the move Thia, you still have shitloads of things to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about my schedule for the rest of this week, it's so crazy it makes me want to cry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I *could* blog about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saturday night's U.O.X party&lt;/span&gt; now since I'm awake, which might make a more interesting read with shitloads of pictures &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that might take me at least an hour, hmm I think I'll blog about something short and snappy running through my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back from Krabi on Monday and, in his arms, we went through the entire collection of pictures in his camera while he explained to me all about his trip with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazing food, oh he took A LOT of pictures of fooood glorious food &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beef ball noodle soup (which he ate twice, hence 2 different pictures of it) (no wait 4 pictures, before and after shot also got, wtf.) looked especially yummy, and he explained meticulously how scrumptious each and every meal was, gawd it made me so hungry!&lt;br /&gt;I begged him to stop, which of course he didn't &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; but later he cooked me some Korean instant noodle soup so I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me stories of all the other happy carefree tourists there, all the locals, the pretty bar ladies, the lady-boys and the in-betweens, hehe &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun, the sea, the sand. Football by the private beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massages on the beach, a Chang beer in hand everywhere they went. So many stories it made me jealous I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he also came back with a spot-on wickedly hilarious Thai accent &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; actually it was a mix between hilarious and effing annoying la, because he simply would not stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Kaap koon kraaa... sawadeekaaaa... mao mang maaaai... yoo waan happy ending...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how that conversation continued on to other strong Asian accents where he amazed me with his immitating skills. Seriously, he's so spot on, it's crazy &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stereotypical strong Chinese, Indian, and Malay accents found all over Malaysia, damn power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Hai. Nama aku, Rizal. Rizal Tioh....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugging hell that one i laugh terpelanting terbahak-bahak sial. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; hahaha ok maybe you had to be there. Hee! *amused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny why I'm thinking about this simple but sweet memory of ours, when right now at this very moment I'm supposed to be mad at him &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; sigh why am I so fail at being an angry girlfriend. Roar roar roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok quiet time is fast becoming sleepy time &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; goodnight! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dido - Quiet Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1296993436354996999?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1296993436354996999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1296993436354996999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1296993436354996999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1296993436354996999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-times.html' title='Quiet Times.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-7729320364443088157</id><published>2009-01-17T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:30:11.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='101s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><title type='text'>The Online Shopping Community has lost the plot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a slow, rather uneventful day today, but a fantastic day nonetheless :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HannahBanana &lt;/span&gt;after almost half a year of not seeing her since she left for Melbourne, we spent hours catching up over Old Town's Hazelnut White Coffee love &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great girly coffee session, talking about our lives, new loves, future plans, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt; i love quality times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that we did some shopping at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick n' Grab bazaar&lt;/span&gt; @ Hartamas&lt;/span&gt;, as if perfectly ending my happy day, I managed to snag some super awesome buys! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" /&gt; which all puts me in a very gleeful mood, hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped Hannah home, and wanted to come home, chill, have some yummy dinner, and off to the U.O.X event tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and checked my emails and online stuff, lo and behold,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I remember reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Teeny's&lt;/span&gt; post a few months ago &lt;a href="http://mustardqueen.blogspot.com/2008/10/indirect-advertising.html"&gt;*click to read!*&lt;/a&gt; about this certain online shops reviewing website, where they do stuff like compare prices between e-shops, and I dunno, post up unsatisfactory remarks of buyers &amp;amp; sellers, or something to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Teeny's post long ago, and there's a lot of truth to what she wrote. I couldn't find the review website back then, but NOW i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For obvious reasons, &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame&lt;/a&gt; has unfortunately been a recent victim too. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's how I came to know of this blog, hmm bad first impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major, only something trivial as to comparing the colours and quality of our pictures, compared to another e-shop's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So trivial and silly, and definitely not worth anyone's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for the part where that e-shop owner, whose picture quality wasn't so good, had the audacity to post in their false accusation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"The picture we show in our e-shop is actually the REAL color of that dress. And not that colour as shown in An Old Flame. Btw, anyone can tweak a picture to make it looks nice without showing the actual colour."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Bloody unethical, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only for that reason, I emailed the review website my complaint, to address that accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us at An Old Flame are professionals, we are just a bunch of amateurs playing around with our hobbies, excuse us if the results came out nicely. Why so upset?&lt;br /&gt;And rest assured, we DON'T photoshop our pictures until the colours are misleading. As far as we're concerned, our pictures show its truest colour. The other e-shop may beg to differ, they can say it's their colour instead. But they should not have made that absurd statement so falsely, let the buyers decide for themselves la. Why so competitive and try defame one another -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And coming back to that reviewing website, who is the mediator for all these "complaints" where buyers &amp;amp; sellers to post their dissatisfactions,&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't they be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moderating &lt;/span&gt;all these crude claims made by supposedly any Tom, Dick and Harry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I email them, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, i think Shop A sucks eggs. No reason, no truth behind this claim. Just saying la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they post it up on their website with no moderation? Because in essense, that's exactly what happened right? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I've heard many complaints of this particular reviewing website, the other major issue is regarding that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;price comparison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't quite care that they compare prices or whatnot. If it benefits the potential buyer who happens to stumble upon it, then fine, well and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, me being an online shopper myself, I believe that buyers are (or should be) equipped with the knowledge that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is not possible&lt;/span&gt; for all e-shops to price the same. For obvious reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. There's like a gabuzillion e-shops out there. It is virtually impossible for e-shop owners to check ALL the other e-shops to see if they happen to sell the same item, just so we can match our prices or lower it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. There will be sellers who copy the items of the big name e-shops and underprice them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie. say Shop A posted up the item first. Shop B sees it and wants to sell the same pretty dress, so Shop B conveniently prices it lower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. So many other factors relating to the cost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps some sellers manage to find a cheaper source of supply, hence they can afford to price lower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps some charge for COD, hence their lower initial prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, if this online shopping (bad) reviews website wants to compare prices, they should also explain to readers of these various reasons as to why prices will vary among different e-shops.&lt;br /&gt;This website claims to take interest of both the buyers &amp;amp; sellers, but it doesn't seem like they're protecting the latter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should not just state the price difference there in big bold red numbering.&lt;br /&gt;It makes the e-shop that prices a little higher look bad, when there's probably a perfectly good explanation for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surely I've noticed, all the more "popular" e-shops are victims of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;these shops are popular in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's because they provide top notch quality clothes consistently, amazing service, and great pictures! Heck, I have my favourite few e-shops that I frequent, and for those very reasons, I don't mind paying a few bucks extra &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, who wants to buy something if it looks like crap in the picture? Common sense please -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this review website definitely should not be posting up defamatory remarks about any particular e-shop.&lt;br /&gt;So what if it's directly quoted off a fellow competitor / e-shop owner. Does that make them not accountable? The review website should play the role of moderator, non?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think the online shopping community has lost the plot. Once upon a time, wasn't it simply about the experience of retail therapy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a buyer, as every girl would know, shopping is bloody therapeutic and there's nothing like purchasing a brand new gorgeous dress &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a seller, I genuinely love the experience of liasing with customers, meeting with them, talking about fashion, the occasional advicing them on (in my humble opinion) what dress types would suit their size and lifestyle. Something like being a personal shopper &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently that's no longer the case, when there's all these silly over-competitive shops and bad reviews website coming about, politics, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. *shakes head*. The plot is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Small bump in the road and will not let this affect my great day &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; U.O.X party tonight whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;p/s: I will not reveal the reviewing website, or that unethical e-shop. Like Teeny said, don't wanna give them hits. And my comments will be under moderation temporarily, to avoid their blog addresses being revealed. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soko - I'll Kill Her&lt;/span&gt; (damn cute song :p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-7729320364443088157?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7729320364443088157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=7729320364443088157&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7729320364443088157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7729320364443088157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/online-shopping-community-has-lost-plot.html' title='The Online Shopping Community has lost the plot.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-1744738834052936126</id><published>2009-01-17T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:14:20.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blythe'/><title type='text'>Behind the Blythe Scenes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;(NAH ambik engkau, 2 rather lengthy posts to compensate for my hiatus :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some behind the scenes action of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Old Flame: The Blythe Series&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And therefore revealing a little bit of our magic, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQPL3X6j2uo/SVJzRHFycsI/AAAAAAAADwI/S0u0TQhADfg/s1600/PC190193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so D-I-Y, it's so crazy ok. Don't have alot of money to build our own studio, see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; a few tricks I learnt from dancing and working with Funky Socks in prior years.&lt;br /&gt;That meant *making* our own costumes D-I-Y, be resourceful, and making alot of things work for ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran around all over the place with high school friend / ACCA mate / amateur photographer friend &lt;a href="http://www.jonming.com/"&gt;Jonming&lt;/a&gt; over the holidays to prepare for the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Quote unquote him, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"I've never been so busy and productive during my holidays. And your D-I-Y skills are fantastic wei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh :) it also helped that Jon used to be a scout back in high school, damn clever at building and creating things la these people, when all they have around them are dirt, trees, and 3 batang mancis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our ideas came together quick easily:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nQPL3X6j2uo/SVJy5PSTjII/AAAAAAAADvA/JJMPnwEUDiI/s1600/PC190207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ACCA students taking a break from accounting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair and make up extraordinaire, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Berry-Anthony/55128966604?ref=nf"&gt;Berry &amp;amp; Anthony&lt;/a&gt; agreed to help with our photoshoot, and even loaned us their smaller studio &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glitter's&lt;/span&gt; for us to work in :) amazing help, they've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glitter's has a really interesting concept to it's shop. It's a clothings store, bags store, hair &amp;amp; make up salon, photoshoot studio, *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and* &lt;/span&gt;a nail parlour. All in one! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go check it out in Kota Damansara, their shop address and details are provided in their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Berry-Anthony/55128966604?ref=nf"&gt;Facebook site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDG0mIAsUI/AAAAAAAAB7w/LcyN_-hJgtU/s1600/PC190276-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948169049977154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony prettying-up Francessca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDGzymICqI/AAAAAAAAB7g/8yYslK-GQjk/s1600/DSC00181-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948155217644194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face paint &amp;amp; brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDG0wuqh6I/AAAAAAAAB8A/rT9y7JtM3pY/s1600/PC200312-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948171896457122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDG0K2SGQI/AAAAAAAAB7o/ssBdvXYw3CQ/s1600/DSC00189-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948161727863042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francessca *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDG0v5s8rI/AAAAAAAAB74/eeFiieYk_Qc/s1600/PC200283-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948171674317490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me playing with dollies while waiting my turn for hair &amp;amp; make up!&lt;br /&gt;Eh you can never be too old to play with toys okay. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHEr7souI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/5OdmwGqakHg/s1600/PC200314-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948445486850786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over the concept again with Berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHE314LsI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/kuP0-N9RG0g/s1600/PC200603-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948448683667138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dolled up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't believe it man. 2 girls' hair &amp;amp; make up took a whopping 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in the morning and by the time our hair &amp;amp; make up was done, it was time for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few hours we took our own sweet time, the anal perfectionist in me wanting no room for error,&lt;br /&gt;The last few hours we sped up like crazy. Go go go click click click time contraints giler babi &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; our wigs sudah terpesong also we don't care, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHFBtPf2I/AAAAAAAAB8g/1pEudPm3Ros/s1600/PC200862-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948451331800930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot terpesong, cannot terpesong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we managed to pull it off &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; and we're rather happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHcehZwgI/AAAAAAAAB84/YM5GWynons4/s1600/PC201005-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948854203761154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, moi, Francessca, Berry, Jonming :) heart you all lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHb4C4lXI/AAAAAAAAB8w/ZqhdUh0WBCM/s1600/PC201001-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948843875210610" border="0" /&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;After seeing all that, Emily and Rose couldn't wait to get in front of the camera themselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we quickly built a mini studio for them dolls at Jonming's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHcizNCEI/AAAAAAAAB9A/atMhDphzt4g/s1600/DSC00452-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948855352166466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm ready for my close up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; vain pot sial, this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nQPL3X6j2uo/SWMxIfjTYoI/AAAAAAAADxg/Funx4_HXni0/s1600/IMG_1214.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret #2! Even more D-I-Y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHcziQDFI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tbua4vs1P-8/s1600/P1051361-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948859844463698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wig terpesong, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SXDHctdXyjI/AAAAAAAAB9I/KSJBPAkc9rk/s1600/P1051317-q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291948858213386802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes some more, I'll come haunt you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWIR6lzgTyI/AAAAAAAABtc/tTmz2eDM8AU/s1600/P1051338-copyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 533px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWIR6lzgTyI/AAAAAAAABtc/tTmz2eDM8AU/s1600/P1051338-copyy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite picture of the lot, so it's going up again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results of the dolly shoot, at the dollhouse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://an-old-flame-dollhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://an-old-flame-dollhouse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think the most trying part of this project, was definitely all that technical computer work that had Jon and I glued to our laptops for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and days I spent editing photos, staring at some intense HTML codes, drawing up HTML codes for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;full blog sites, writing the description for both sites, fell sick along the way &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; eek, nobody likes the technical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what matters is the end result, and we're all plenty happy!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have done it without all the help I got. Thanks guys &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt; me love you long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Adele - Hometown Glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-1744738834052936126?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/1744738834052936126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=1744738834052936126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1744738834052936126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/1744738834052936126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/behind-blythe-scenes.html' title='Behind the Blythe Scenes.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQPL3X6j2uo/SVJzRHFycsI/AAAAAAAADwI/S0u0TQhADfg/s72-c/PC190193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5131655513663210817</id><published>2009-01-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:31:25.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACCA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><title type='text'>Where have you been, woman?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sorry! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have no more excuses, heh. *sheepish smile*&lt;br /&gt;But right now we all know what's been taking up most of my time la.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;old flame&lt;/a&gt; proves demanding for my time and energy. But I'm not complaining :) it's been a massive whirlpool of fun and passionate work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me, isn't it? Easily distracted, I get side-tracked by all the inspirations and projects that come up, and I get excited over the simple idea of putting a plan to action :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to slow down on that massive whirlpool, though.&lt;br /&gt;Classes have begun, and while it's only 2 days of classes a week, that means I have 5 whole days to get lazy and/or distracted &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But leave it to lecturer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Miss Menon&lt;/span&gt; to scare the shit out of us since Day 1, reminding us how effing difficult this paper is. Sigh. But she keeps me in check :)&lt;br /&gt;Exam in June; it's now only January and I'm already worried like hai. SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with studies and my project going on, not to mention a certain new love, and trying to maintain a social life,&lt;br /&gt;I am left with very little time to spare, even for myself. As can be seen from my lack of blogging &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say social life, okay I don't actually mean *maintain* like maintaining the amount of parties and events I used to attend.&lt;br /&gt;Without me really realizing it, or heaven forbid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looking &lt;/span&gt;for it, apparently I've somewhat earned the reputation for being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;partyholic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; which we all know is synonymous with wild child, happening, popular, whatever. I'm not sure how I feel about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who will take me seriously then, especially in the working world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by maintaining a social life, I meant spending quality time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Not dancing and screaming over loud banging music. But quiet times over beers, dinner, yamcha &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Gerald's&lt;/span&gt; birthday dinner last Sunday night, it was pretty interesting having dinner with the Lapsaps and people I only see at loud parties. I actually got to hear their voices this time! Some of them for the first time, I might add &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by new love, I mean, :)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm trying this new thing where I keep my love life under wraps away from my blog, maybe little flits here and there la but, oh you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;But can I just say one thing? It's so silly &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone off to Krabi for a week to have *the* holiday of the century with the boys, damn he reminds me everyday with his text messages too, HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I'd miss him too much, and before he left, he,&lt;br /&gt;he who inspired me to write &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/smells-like-sanctuary.html"&gt;an entire post&lt;/a&gt; on such a small overlooked matter,&lt;br /&gt;he gave me his bottle of smellies so I wouldn't miss him :) aww. Which turned out to be a very failed plan, boo. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Sprayed his smellies all over my room and now I miss him more. Plus his text messages to me every couple of hours or so. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS THE *REAL* PLAN ALL ALONG, WASN'T IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and true testimony to me turning into a boring unhappening workaholic,&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A FRIDAY NIGHT TONIGHT and I'm home &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the fact that's it's partially because tomorrow night I'm going for the &lt;a href="http://www.klue.com.my/articles/1059-UOX-Play-Electric--Zouk-Club"&gt;U.O.X Play Electric feat. Lapsap &amp;amp; Twilight Actiongirl @ Zouk KL&lt;/a&gt;, so I'm laying low tonight, but yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go watch some TV with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sisterDebbie&lt;/span&gt; who's been having exams for weeks now, gosh I miss that little buffoon. Either that or I'll just blog the night away la &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you still love me when I'm boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Modest Mouse - Float On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5131655513663210817?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5131655513663210817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5131655513663210817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5131655513663210817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5131655513663210817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-have-you-been-woman.html' title='Where have you been, woman?!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-8188412250495372483</id><published>2009-01-13T14:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:55:25.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Oh, Happy Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Wake up everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;How can you sleep at a time like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Unless the dreamer is the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waking up to Jason Mraz' song "Make It Mine" as my alarm these days, which puts me in a happy bubbly mood in the mornings, to match the happy upbeat tune of the song &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the magic of Jason Mraz, isn't it? He's just so..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most days, instead of jamming angrily at the STOP or SNOOZE button, I'll let this happy alarm sing the entire song through and therefore *really* waking me up, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; rest assured the song *will* get stuck in my head for the rest of the day, but I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I totally planned to sit my busy butt at home the whole of today to get all my online stuff done, including blogging the crap outta myself because I am seriously backlogged! As you can see! Updates have been very sparse and I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out I gotta run out the door like NOWNOWNOW all of a sudden, but I'll come home later in the evening to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, the Boyfriend is leaving for Krabi tomorrow, so I'm probably seeing him later in the day. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya I'll get this blogging thing done eventually, (and work on my time management a bit) but expect one giant long-ass post, or maybe segregated into a few posts, to make up for my little hiatus there. I have so much to say la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWuhdkdVnXI/AAAAAAAAB24/gIGxQwXBTmQ/s1600-h/P1121750-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 466px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWuhdkdVnXI/AAAAAAAAB24/gIGxQwXBTmQ/s1600/P1121750-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290499716651785586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eee, my hair long 'adi.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;An Old Flame: Back to Basics. *click!*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like to neutralize that big bright bold colourful Blythe Doll photoshoot complete with heavy make up and hair wigs, and now going back to shades of nude and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au naturale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) oklabye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jason Mraz - Make It Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-8188412250495372483?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/8188412250495372483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=8188412250495372483&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8188412250495372483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/8188412250495372483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh, Happy Day...'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWuhdkdVnXI/AAAAAAAAB24/gIGxQwXBTmQ/s72-c/P1121750-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-3043209511085255982</id><published>2009-01-09T17:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T17:47:18.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Wow, it's been a year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone confided in me for some advice recently, and I gave him the best that I could with absolutely no bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His problem could have been looked upon as a very trivial matter; very few people in his  position would even give it a second thought. I'm honestly surprised he even brought it up with me, a third party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His final decision, in a text message he sent me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ok I've decided not to do it anyway. Don't want to have to put my girlfriend through any of this for the sake of my ego. Thanks, Cynthia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what separates the men from the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Greg Laswell - What A Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-3043209511085255982?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3043209511085255982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=3043209511085255982&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3043209511085255982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3043209511085255982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-its-been-year.html' title='Wow, it&apos;s been a year.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-4489595592210891515</id><published>2009-01-06T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:48:36.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><title type='text'>An Old Flame &amp; The Dollhouse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo boy, that was a lot of work! &lt;br /&gt;We've put in many many hours in our DIY studio, and then back home to our laptops staring at the screen for hours on end, (it's a miracle why I still don't wear glasses or contacts!)&lt;br /&gt;There was so much coffee involved on my end it's not even funny anymore ok omg.&lt;br /&gt;And only today my "sinus problem" turned into a full scale flu sickness thing, sigh, the things I do for my projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all our hard work paid off, and we're plenty happy with the results ;) and we hope you feel the same too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably do up a fuller Behind The Scenes post later. Right now, I need some food. And maybe even some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVR-ZHAhhKI/AAAAAAAABgk/Ru-_5gGPHxc/s1600/PC200329final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283987232655508642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWIR6lzgTyI/AAAAAAAABtc/tTmz2eDM8AU/s1600-h/P1051338-copyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 550px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWIR6lzgTyI/AAAAAAAABtc/tTmz2eDM8AU/s1600/P1051338-copyy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287808610764607266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://an-old-flame-dollhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://an-old-flame-dollhouse.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-4489595592210891515?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/4489595592210891515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=4489595592210891515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4489595592210891515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/4489595592210891515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-flame-dollhouse.html' title='An Old Flame &amp; The Dollhouse.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVR-ZHAhhKI/AAAAAAAABgk/Ru-_5gGPHxc/s72-c/PC200329final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5124598703740456230</id><published>2009-01-05T08:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:34:02.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite believe in the concept of NY resolutions, because I feel that the 12-month period is too long for anyone (who takes it seriously) to properly review their own performance, and keep themselves in check.&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, by June we would have forgotten about it or slacked off so much that we'd just stop giving a damn. Thinking, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ok this will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;next year's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;resolutions, and I'll be more serious then, I promise!" &lt;/span&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY resolutions is a form of self-improvement. The idea of it is noble, but perhaps a little tweaking is needed for it to be effective? &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to try this little experiment on myself this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monthly resolutions,&lt;/span&gt; or monthly personal goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I did draw up a long healthy set of New Year resolutions, but now I think I'll break it down to shorter-term goals, in order to achieve my long-term ones, and review it every month end. I'll probably think of new goals along the way, then I'll insert them into next month's resolutions! Slow and steady wins the race, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWF0j1F7pZI/AAAAAAAABss/u2jiq3sgrCw/s1600-h/103731+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWF0j1F7pZI/AAAAAAAABss/u2jiq3sgrCw/s400/103731+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287635596405876114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;('xcuse the morning face. and morning hair. and, ngehh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personal goals of January 2009.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Borrowing this from &lt;a href="http://estherlauderlyn.livejournal.com/"&gt;Derlyn&lt;/a&gt;, I do have a short fuse and a long list of pet peeves. This year, I will make a conscious effort to be more patient. So it's not like I scream at people with annoyance or anything, but I now know that while my laughter and smiles are contagious, so are my sour faces and mood shifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Related with (1) above, I will be more patient, and learn to listen more than I talk. Even when I feel I'm right in an argument, I should learn to listen to what the other person's got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I care too much. I'm not stating this to toot my own horn, because trust me, it's not a good thing. I often find myself caring even for the wrong people, and trusting anyone and everyone who want my friendship, or "seem" like they want it. Until I personally witnessed the ugly side of people; all the pretentiousness and hidden agendas. It's funny how I knew all this but I chose not to believe it, yeah benefit of the doubt and all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;This year, or perhaps from now onwards, I'm going to be a bit more selective with who I choose to keep close to me. Sure, I'll still be nice and polite all around, but I'll be careful. Because once they're in my circle, I will go all out to care for them.&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that there are people I just don't need. And I shouldn't have to "wait" til they've wronged me in order to filter out these unnecessary individuals from my life.&lt;br /&gt;Keep the important ones and be happy &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; it's not about quantity, but quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a hopelessly undomesticated woman of modern society, but not all hope is lost. This year I WILL LEARN TO COOK! Borrowing an old NY resolution from someone I used to know, I will learn to cook up at least one meal per month. Doesn't matter if it's a small sandwich or a big hoo-ha complicated gourmet dish, that's one meal per month, Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! I have a longer list of NY resolutions, but I think I will work on these 4 first. Slow and steady wins the race :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mairi Campbell &amp;amp; Dave Francis - Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5124598703740456230?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5124598703740456230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5124598703740456230&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5124598703740456230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5124598703740456230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions?'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SWF0j1F7pZI/AAAAAAAABss/u2jiq3sgrCw/s72-c/103731+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-576940532441803571</id><published>2009-01-02T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:07:23.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Well hello there, 2009 &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phwoaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now *that* was some New Year's celebration &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent NYE at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Solaris&lt;/span&gt; for their outdoors Nu Year Eve Countdown, with a new but familiar group of colourful characters :)&lt;br /&gt;Had silly amounts of beer, (because people tend to try bully the new girl a.k.a. ME into chug chug chugging &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later moved on to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;/span&gt; to see more familiar faces and one tipsy little birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;Had more liquor there, and was reminded that beer before liquor, never sicker &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no one threw up or nothing, just that uncomfortable feeling in the pits of our stomachs warning us to slow the hell down! Or else there *will* be more than drunken word vomits flying all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 5am we were back at Rhys' place to sober up / listen to our hungry grumbling tummies / wait for one hour to pass, because at 6am we were going to have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIMMY SUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt; YES my favourite part of the night!&lt;br /&gt;You can tell by its pwning big red bold lettering and all ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Rhys, CousinKam, Chan, Alvan, Alsan and I made it to 6am for early morning dimmy summy yummies, and my god we whalloped as much as we drank &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved my NYE celebration. It was a very prosperous way to usher in the new year :) *burpppp-hic!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics of the Solaris Nu Year Eve Countdown, and none of dimmy sum because I was hungry and dead tired by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3kFYm3N3I/AAAAAAAABpk/h71jnHgY86w/s1600/DSC00314+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632318758762354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deejay Bo. (a.k.a. new name "Mr. Fluff", omg lol why la! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3koD2NXFI/AAAAAAAABps/R5PKVz6MKAo/s1600/DSC00322+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632914481405010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunchback mua and pretty Vivian :) gosh, i haven't seen this girl in ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3koMwHFrI/AAAAAAAABp0/63iwsrpCpRY/s1600/DSC00325+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632916871747250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan, Rhys, Zaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3m7sfHzLI/AAAAAAAABrM/xAZJoAy4zoE/s1600/DSC00354+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635450831195314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3kE6sLqfI/AAAAAAAABpE/OJzBTvrIcfo/s1600/DSC00288+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632310728010226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ &amp;amp; Viv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MJ girl? She's full of funny crazies ok! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3mdyHEGaI/AAAAAAAABqc/RBdTqtoFpDE/s1600/DSC00337+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286634936944826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whose hand is randomly blessing mine and Brandon's foreheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3mdzmNCGI/AAAAAAAABqk/D0trSDxrsUU/s1600/DSC00339+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286634937343871074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ blessing Joel wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And half the night my camera was clicking at her ok, sigh what to do la, the camera loves her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3meGgxIsI/AAAAAAAABq0/cjJ1PU0X5ow/s1600/DSC00343+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286634942421344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the beer, trust me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3mdyQYOmI/AAAAAAAABqs/VIkJvax-l0c/s1600/DSC00342+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286634936983894626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3kFOMNJLI/AAAAAAAABpc/E1Gb7P4_jFE/s1600/DSC00300+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632315962598578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fire-dance show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time I was wondering if the baldy dancer shaved his head because he accidentally burnt his hair before? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3kE25OqrI/AAAAAAAABpM/VHHfq64INGk/s1600/DSC00295+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632309708991154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3jgivnyAI/AAAAAAAABos/hbzjm3NdxB8/s1600/DSC00276+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286631685824694274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bo and Ashley. Carlsberg represent, much? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3m7lH_QLI/AAAAAAAABq8/FPzFZ2hKLIY/s1600/DSC00349+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635448855118002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvan &amp;amp; moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3koZwNJzI/AAAAAAAABqE/DH3dujYLP9E/s1600/DSC00330+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632920361805618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3koWhmq9I/AAAAAAAABqM/AEMAe0aejZ4/s1600/DSC00331+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286632919495257042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3m7kN85ZI/AAAAAAAABrE/zr4Dkosc-00/s1600/DSC00353+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635448611693970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3jgu25wpI/AAAAAAAABo8/k2_9vaVSJpM/s1600/DSC00286+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286631689076458130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viv &amp;amp; Ashten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3jfxYlGQI/AAAAAAAABoc/pPxwQptvU2c/s1600/Cyn006+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286631672574712066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhys *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of 2009, had very little sleep, woke up still feeling full-ish from that massive dimsum session earlier that morning, and yet we went to have pan mee for late lunch &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, at times like these I really appreciate being a Malaysian, surrounded by the best Chinese food ever &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a text message from Luxanne, quote unquote, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Hey! To live up to his hardcore party reputation, Chris will be having yet ANOTHER New Year's drinking session at his place tonight! See you there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; woh. Hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty pooped and partied out by then, just wanted a slow lazy recovery day,&lt;br /&gt;but since I missed celebrating NYE with the usual bunch, I really wanted to see them soon too :) and seriously, my friends are damn hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3oai5AnaI/AAAAAAAABsE/LDBg3MKBS2Y/s1600/DSC00418+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637080342994338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: DRINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out it was a smaller crowd, probably because everyone else was still recovering from their hangovers &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3m76JluYI/AAAAAAAABrU/QOy9Mfw9zdo/s1600/DSC00370+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635454498978178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiho was superglued to the Guitar Heroes all friggin night, pfft, antisocial!&lt;br /&gt;Luxanne rocker sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3m73bYfrI/AAAAAAAABrc/c6aX3w2HICs/s1600/DSC00371+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286635453768302258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaun trying not to be sepet, hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3oZ7KQpgI/AAAAAAAABrk/O0xmrrlZVX4/s1600/DSC00376+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637069677929986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meng Yee &amp;amp; Shaunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3oaBu_rlI/AAAAAAAABr0/htGwskyb9dg/s1600/DSC00381+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637071442619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loong &amp;amp; Saihohohehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing Taboo and Charades all night long, giggling for hours on end :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3oaeX95tI/AAAAAAAABr8/4Q1isAu58Pw/s1600/DSC00382+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637079130662610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xanne, Kelvin, moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later we discovered WHY the boys always win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught Chris stealing some cards from the deck and adding it to his team's winning cards &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; he got caught red handed damn zhat kantoi and yet he still denies it! Damn outrage right! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3oaJUw1XI/AAAAAAAABrs/oGuI9rShtkc/s1600/DSC00378+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637073480078706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shaun, Sarah, Xanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we made Chris lead the Charades game,&lt;br /&gt;not so much because of punishment la, just 'cause he's the biggest buffoon and we love him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3o0upaBWI/AAAAAAAABsM/TizVcPpWEFM/s1600/DSC00420+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637530175374690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Sarah's expression here :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry the video's a bit dark! Can you guess what he was trying to act out? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5_90id46qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5_90id46qg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha at 1:06,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Loong: Pablo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Cyn: Pablo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah to Chris: Eh, they got it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Shaun: Pablo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Chris: ..........uuhhuhuhuhuhuhuhh!!! &lt;/span&gt;(yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaahaaha &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3o1PgxXWI/AAAAAAAABsU/59h1MyTwvQI/s1600/DSC00425+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637538997525858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly can die dot com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3o1U3kWjI/AAAAAAAABsc/yo0ls0Xjol8/s1600/DSC00439+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286637540435319346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris &amp;amp; sleeping Kelvin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Melee - Built To Last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-576940532441803571?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/576940532441803571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=576940532441803571&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/576940532441803571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/576940532441803571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-hello-there-2009-3.html' title='Well hello there, 2009 &lt;3'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SV3kFYm3N3I/AAAAAAAABpk/h71jnHgY86w/s72-c/DSC00314+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-491023312755547952</id><published>2008-12-30T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:11:05.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the room'/><title type='text'>Love, Cynthia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Inspired by &lt;a href="http://hopedieslast.wordpress.com/2008/12/27/letters/"&gt;Hopedieslast&lt;/a&gt;, who in turn was inspired by someone else. Feel free to be inspired by this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear coffee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do you taste so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're supposed to be bad for me and all, but I find myself making a cup of you almost every morning now. Otherwise I'll miss you too much and get too cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our quirky love-hate relationship didn't start smoothly, I remember. Back then, I could not stand you - your bitter aftertaste, even the smell of you would turn me away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I've learnt to like you, appreciate you, and reallyyy love you, and I depend on your warm comfort every morning. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please appreciate my love for you, and don't stain my teeth? Or mess up my complexion, and all the other rumoured side effects you bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bedroom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, you almost seem unrecognizable to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please magically unmessify yourself! I've seen you at your worst times and I help clean up after, but this time I've completely lost hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you see my black rose ring, and my black long cardigan, please let me know, I've been looking for them for awhile now. It should be somewhere under that giant heap of clothes and bags in the corner, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Baz Luhrmann,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being such an amazing director; you're such the dramatic creative visionary for movie-making and I absolutely love your work! Lacing over-the-top drama with comedy and irony, and not so subtle artistic flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moulin Rouge" was my favourite, and definitely one of my favourite movies of all time. But then again it was a musical, and I'm easily won over by that :) and it made me cry, and want to watch it over and over again, so you won major brownie points there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Romeo + Juliet" was absolutely inspired. I watched the movie again recently and now that I'm older and wiser to appreciate the movie, it made me want to weep for the beauty of it all. Updating Shakespeare's famous play into a modern setting while still retaining the original dialogue? Seemed like a crazy idea, and I'm sure many would have doubted you. But hell, you sure pulled it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch your latest movie "Australia". Apparently it made my sister cry while watching it, so. :) can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear hopeless romantic side of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up hope. You have always been in love with love, but unlucky with the people you choose to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hang in there! Although I see your light becoming dimmer, perk up, don't ever lose your light. Someone will come and shine along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 2008,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, *that* was certainly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, you have brought me some really good times, a lot of opportunities and experiences I will not exchange for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do count my blessings. But at the same time,  I do recall you to have been rather mean to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been very trying on me, on many different levels; and some of my friends have told me the same, that you've been mean to them too! Why are you like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to agree with &lt;a href="http://hopedieslast.wordpress.com/"&gt;Hope&lt;/a&gt; on this one. What, were you trying to build character, test if I'll fall apart or grow stronger or something? Fine, you did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good times, but I'm breaking up with you in 2 days time, when 2009 comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sinus problem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your beef with my poor nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that your attacks come more frequently now. And I'm trying to lay off the Clarinase, because if I were to pop a pill every single time you come by, I'd be pretty much doped up all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without medication, all I do is sneeze and sneeze and blow my nose and sneeze, and wait til you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time the sneezles got so bad, my sister propped up her head and looked at me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Che, was that you? That sounded like a MAN sneezing from afar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; gaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose threatens to fall off if the problem persists, which is why I'm writing this nice letter to you, please and thank you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Yuna - Deeper Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-491023312755547952?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/491023312755547952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=491023312755547952&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/491023312755547952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/491023312755547952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-cynthia.html' title='Love, Cynthia.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5022633096932553714</id><published>2008-12-30T13:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:00:47.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Holiday Snippets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I seem so distant these past few days/weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy! With all the holidays and merrymaking, catching up with &lt;a href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;old flames&lt;/a&gt; (pun intended), old friends back from all over the world, and maybe some KL friends whom I just haven't seen in ages &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year end is always a great time for big festive reunions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Christmas Eve was once again spent at Singz' house, just like last year's &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/thiathia/634301739/item.html"&gt;crazy dizzy clashing colours Christmas party *click!*&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whoa, reading that old post again, and then the rest of &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/thiathia/"&gt;my old blog&lt;/a&gt;, really brought back a lot of memories &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; this is why I cannot bear to delete the old blog, like a diary, always fun to look back upon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also realized I was much better at taking photos last year!  Compared to me being super lazy this year, take a few pictures then run off and have fun and forget my photo-taking duties &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; erkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0I0cu4HI/AAAAAAAABls/X4aT8j1atgk/s1600/DSC00209+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285453701307097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eujin, moi, Saihoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0J4Q58xI/AAAAAAAABmM/JlUZku84YoE/s1600/n702640470_5196174_8870+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285453719511102226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxanne &amp;amp; a rather alcoholic Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0kQb_8GI/AAAAAAAABmc/43_aHvoUZc0/s1600/n702640470_5196325_8777+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454172676681826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienna, Singz, &lt;a href="http://stit-stit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mich&lt;/a&gt;, Xanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm933vOF3I/AAAAAAAABoM/BWEQM4jgV10/s1600/n702640470_5196411_7795+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285464405248448370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienna &amp;amp; Ivan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0JNveDII/AAAAAAAABl8/KkScD6V24S0/s1600/DSC00212+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285453708096572546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0JqMvI7I/AAAAAAAABmE/JAFchCwl0MI/s1600/DSC00219+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285453715735520178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren &amp;amp; David *zass-pngg!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole night we were playing silly games like "Zass-Pngg!" and Zass-Pngg-reserve and Zass-Pngg-confused-double-reserve, we were just complicating the rules as we go, aiyo wei &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kelvin's Bom-Cha-Cha game! made me laugh like teh crazies ok &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-n88ltZUKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O-n88ltZUKI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tonight very sexy, so we bom-cha-cha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse us as we were all very merry merry tipsy by then, funny games amuse us all &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice Eujin's wtf-expression at the end of the video!&lt;br /&gt;And yes we were listening to ABBA's Dancing Queen in the background, instead of Christmas carols, hmm, why ah?&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me, or as we grow older, we act younger and sillier? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0JHc6B4I/AAAAAAAABl0/LtTfkvVGg9E/s1600/DSC00210+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285453706408101762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thia &amp;amp; Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm93_lgb9I/AAAAAAAABoE/a2Pmhf7dhls/s1600/n702640470_5196407_5086+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285464407355191250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitteh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0ki-Ho7I/AAAAAAAABmk/a1SQPEUzfY8/s1600/n702640470_5196551_3854+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454177651631026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0kQtRLDI/AAAAAAAABmU/8xe6q0l7cVU/s1600/n702640470_5196222_73+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454172749114418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took them to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Palate Palette&lt;/span&gt; for some beers, Taboo games (4 girls vs 8 boys!)&lt;br /&gt;and a overall quiet night out on Sunday, except, we weren't being very quiet there, were we :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm02gFRzEI/AAAAAAAABnU/HYxl5COqhWI/s1600/n693465703_5229832_1938+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454486113995842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zyran, Singz, Luxanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm1FsH7j8I/AAAAAAAABnk/1W0r9cwo-Bk/s1600/n693465703_5229844_5581+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454747044384706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris under pressure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm015g6SVI/AAAAAAAABnE/FW9GtybXBTU/s1600/DSC00241+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454475760912722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris still very under pressure &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm01yuFdjI/AAAAAAAABm8/6kWHYtZJzqk/s1600/DSC00236+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454473937122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah &amp;amp; moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm02iCbxqI/AAAAAAAABnc/590ed7IJSFQ/s1600/n693465703_5229835_3069+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454486638937762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm1GBvYfSI/AAAAAAAABn8/dTEYeoptgK8/s1600/n693465703_5229851_7959+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454752847002914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*peek*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm1F9yqQGI/AAAAAAAABns/l9h79R8qde4/s1600/n693465703_5229846_6264+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454751787008098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singz &amp;amp; Xanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm02c7H03I/AAAAAAAABnM/DGDeuzyiCPE/s1600/DSC00243+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454485266092914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saihoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm1F15JKFI/AAAAAAAABn0/XZdpvJJENDs/s1600/n693465703_5229848_6962+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454749666715730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0k8gdQRI/AAAAAAAABms/nDbvXE9fXHE/s1600/29122008003+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285454184506540306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Aaven's car, testing power of my new Nokia e71 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt;Aaven: So what are you naming your new phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Me: O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;h right, i haven't named it yet! Let's see, Sammy the Samsung's gone... Nokky the Nokia? That sounds terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt; Aaven: How about Nobita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; Me: NOBITA? Hahahahhaa eww no how can! Hahaha my sleek sexy phone can't be called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);"&gt; Aaven: But that's the whole point! It's ironic, and cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt; Me: Nobita the Noki-ya. HAHAHAHAHAH omg that *is* cute!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really? Nobita? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Norwegian Recycling - How Six Songs Collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5022633096932553714?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5022633096932553714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5022633096932553714&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5022633096932553714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5022633096932553714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-snippets.html' title='Holiday Snippets.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVm0I0cu4HI/AAAAAAAABls/X4aT8j1atgk/s72-c/DSC00209+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-7797955123107407581</id><published>2008-12-27T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:48:19.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technonerd'/><title type='text'>Sexy Little Thang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been hearing all sorts of rumours and small-talks of a certain ultra small, ultra sleek, sexy new laptop called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dell Inspiron Mini 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing prepared me for when I finally *saw* the highly talked about new gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one thing to talk about it, but it's a whole other story using it for yourself ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi23SJhvSI/AAAAAAAABSI/9L6kWIsiVnA/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi23SJhvSI/AAAAAAAABSI/9L6kWIsiVnA/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276168024345394466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy little thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I was smitten by my new Dell Mini 9.&lt;br /&gt;So much that my not-so-new-but-i-still-love-her red Dell Inspiron 1420 was getting a bit jealous of all that attention I was giving the Mini 9. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STjBGqhKIJI/AAAAAAAABTo/VSHs-rMLaec/s1600-h/DSC00064+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STjBGqhKIJI/AAAAAAAABTo/VSHs-rMLaec/s400/DSC00064+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276179283701276818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red lappy: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Gerroff' me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't blame me, I simply could not believe how small, sleek and sexy the Dell Mini 9 was! &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measuring at only 8.9 inches, compared to the usual 14 - 15 inch laptops these days.&lt;br /&gt;But its most apparent feature that really knocked me off my feet was how LIGHTWEIGHT it was. Weighing at a mere 1.035kg, this baby is extremely portable and convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally carried it everywhere I went, and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first in the market to have a built-in HSPA modem, hence no external modems or WIFI connectivity required!&lt;br /&gt;My Dell Mini 9 came with a built-in HSPA Maxis broadband modem, which really means I can have internet access literally everywhere I go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_cxHdaoI/AAAAAAAABTA/ObZT8PORF94/s1600-h/DSC00009+%282%29+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_cxHdaoI/AAAAAAAABTA/ObZT8PORF94/s400/DSC00009+%282%29+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276177464406403714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and blog any time I want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6469-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 298px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6469-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking emails while waiting for girlfriends to arrive for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 298px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or stay connected during lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Busy girls are always on the move ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not every day we get to have our meals at expensive restaurants, which would usually provide WIFI connection.&lt;br /&gt;I had breakfast with Chris one morning at the old coffee shop with no WIFI, and there I had half boiled eggs, Milo, and a high-speed Maxis Broadband-ready laptop. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_cv0wjVI/AAAAAAAABSw/kc0u-dwi0wA/s1600-h/DSC00002+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_cv0wjVI/AAAAAAAABSw/kc0u-dwi0wA/s400/DSC00002+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276177464059530578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the sleepy morning face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_dCV7EEI/AAAAAAAABTI/xQvIALPWii0/s1600-h/DSC00009+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_dCV7EEI/AAAAAAAABTI/xQvIALPWii0/s400/DSC00009+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276177469030469698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up on friends' Facebook in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought it to uni one day and it got some fair attention there too &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_dZY0NAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/T_16dmk8gjU/s1600-h/DSC00021+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi_dZY0NAI/AAAAAAAABTQ/T_16dmk8gjU/s400/DSC00021+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276177475216618498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, Jonming &amp;amp; Chris are impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how convenient the Mini 9 was even for studying purposes.&lt;br /&gt;I could easily log onto the ACCA website and some lecturer's blogs to look for pass year papers and exam tips :)&lt;br /&gt;And it also helped a lot in between study breaks! (read: procrastination material &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STjBGSyPI8I/AAAAAAAABTg/Dau58Ixj8wY/s1600-h/DSC00050+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STjBGSyPI8I/AAAAAAAABTg/Dau58Ixj8wY/s400/DSC00050+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276179277330457538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent it to my sister one night and she got caught err, multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STjBGX-9SBI/AAAAAAAABTY/C9xX3JADOgo/s1600-h/DSC00026+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STjBGX-9SBI/AAAAAAAABTY/C9xX3JADOgo/s400/DSC00026+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276179278725990418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small enough to fit into my handbang, light enough to carry it around easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxis Broadband is currently having a promotional package where, at only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM99 per month x 24 months,&lt;/span&gt; you'll get a brand new Dell Inspiron Mini 9, and 6 months of Maxis Broadband subscription included!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently after the 6 month period, the Maxis Broadband service will be automatically extended at a promotional rate of only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM77 per month&lt;/span&gt;, for your convenience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.maxis.com.my/personal/broadband/dell_mini/main.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more product details and specifications!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you think this product is more suitable for girls,&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why boys can't benefit from it. Small and light enough to carry around at ease, powerful enough to do what you need to get done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you won't be bored accompanying your girl friends shopping anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really handy (not to mention SEXYY roar) gadget to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to tell you it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;given to me&lt;/span&gt;, fully sponsored, big ha-ha show-offy laugh and all,&lt;br /&gt;but no it was a loan, and had to returned after a couple of weeks T__T&lt;br /&gt;Which is sheer torture really, giving me a sneak peak of something great and then taking it away T__T why la Maxis playing me hot and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 451px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i like this picture so it's going up twice, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.maxis.com.my/personal/broadband/broadband_main_new.asp"&gt;Maxis Broadband&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-7797955123107407581?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/7797955123107407581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=7797955123107407581&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7797955123107407581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/7797955123107407581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/sexy-little-thang.html' title='Sexy Little Thang.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/STi23SJhvSI/AAAAAAAABSI/9L6kWIsiVnA/s72-c/002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5830300775229204992</id><published>2008-12-26T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:57:29.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an old flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blythe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The Blythe Series.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finally. It is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much everyone knows my affinity, my fascination, some say down-right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsession &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fafi dolls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blythe dolls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former, being a no-brainer since I wrote a full &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/03/fafi-101.html"&gt;Fafi 101&lt;/a&gt; post earlier this year, and I even friggin' &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/11/saltiest-smallest-birthday-cum.html"&gt;dressed as a Fafinette for Halloween&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latter, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blythe_%28doll%29"&gt;Blythe dolls&lt;/a&gt;, you might've been heavily tipped off by my profile picture in both this current blog and the old blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://p0.xanga.com/00/c5/00c5a44e09caa4f39cd8fa6526b4bf2d6719573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 252px;" src="http://p0.xanga.com/00/c5/00c5a44e09caa4f39cd8fa6526b4bf2d6719573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those mysterious, infamous little goo-goo eyed dolls that you either love or hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that some people are deathly afraid of them for they remind them of Chucky's bride. While others, including me, love them to bits for their pretty big eyes, pouty small lips, long luscious hair (or maybe short blue hair &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;) and a sense of mystery they exude. Which some people may mistake for eerie creepiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Blythe dolls are hard to find here in Malaysia. (To me, at least -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard, there were rumours of this *one* dealer in KL, who used to open a small shop selling these rare collectible dolls, but he closed shop and vanished a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's ebay, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, correct me if I'm wrong!&lt;br /&gt;But I've only ever owned one Blythe doll, not even the full-sized 12 inch Blythe doll,&lt;br /&gt;but a Petite Blythe which i-dont-know-why freaked out a lot of my friends, so I named her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emily Rose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers to my dark humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVTOO73gQLI/AAAAAAAABlc/mmR18C2ixbg/s1600-h/DSC00058+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SVTOO73gQLI/AAAAAAAABlc/mmR18C2ixbg/s400/DSC00058+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284075018796417202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy from the &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/08/tongue-in-chic-launch.html"&gt;TiC launch&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; petite little Emily Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite rare that I find someone who shares my dark humour and love for Blythe dolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But upon a chance meeting, and perhaps it was fate and destiny that brought me to meet the sweet bubbly but highly eccentric collector of the infamous goo-goo eyed dolls, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Francessca &lt;/span&gt;:) we hit it off the moment we met, and in between the laughter, gossips, a bowl of mushroom soup and pastah at Ms Reads, a crazy idea was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little light bulb clicked on shining brightly in my head, the idea came so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it was as if all the planets aligned to tell me the meaning of life, everything makes sense now, huhuhu T__T *tears of joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after slaving away for long long hours for weeks on end, running in between meetings, shopping for necessities and equipments, developing and coordinating photoshoots, and all the while trying to fit in spending time with family and friends during the holidays, &lt;img style="width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slaving away for a passion project doesn't quite feel like slavery or work, does it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://an-old-flame.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers to the new chapter of &lt;a href="http://coolsisterscloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;CSC&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5830300775229204992?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5830300775229204992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5830300775229204992&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5830300775229204992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5830300775229204992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/blythe-series.html' title='The Blythe Series.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/s72-c/A1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-2929255234405018675</id><published>2008-12-23T19:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:11:26.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking rubbish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Ouh, what a beautiful mess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. It's been an interesting couple of weeks, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I've been REALLY busy. Working on some pet projects I've been dying to implement for months now, running around between meetings, orchestrating photoshoots, learning learning learning and being on the go. Things have been so crazy I had to stop and catch my breath for a full day on Sunday, only because I crashed and burned and fell sick, aiyo, damned speed bumps.&lt;br /&gt;All will be revealed..... soon. Very soon, in fact :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself la, my hands are itchy, some say too itchy for my own good :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But work has been all-consuming, and all-distracting, which I'm very grateful for at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p9Mjg0_I/AAAAAAAABfM/UHF06HCOOKM/s1600-h/DSC00176+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p9Mjg0_I/AAAAAAAABfM/UHF06HCOOKM/s400/DSC00176+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282698125480350706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my room has reached an all-new high with its level of messiness. (the photo is not my room btw.)&lt;br /&gt;It is partially due to work. Work and work, books from past exams, unpacked bags from Singapore, unopened packages from online shopping, more work and work, and just general &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mess.&lt;/span&gt; God help me, I can't find my things anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I also wonder if the condition of my room is in any way related to my current state of mind. One. Big. Mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how mess tends to grow if you don't clean it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call this verbal diarrhea or whatever, I don't really know what I'm saying so just bear with me and try to keep up ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in absolutely no mood to party last weekend, although there were some pretty crazy events, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAG vs. Mystery Jets (UK)&lt;/span&gt; on Friday, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lapsap vs. Knatz (BKK)&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thisisgingerfish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gingey&lt;/a&gt; managed to drag my moodless knackered ass to Saturday's party right after the shoot for some cheermeups and I thought hm I'm in no mood to layan layan socialize, but I don't mind dancing like crazies in one corner hogging my Long Island Tea &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I ended up having a pretty good time with everybody :) as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p7_dsJGI/AAAAAAAABes/uuPbVHT1ARg/s1600-h/DSC00193+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p7_dsJGI/AAAAAAAABes/uuPbVHT1ARg/s400/DSC00193+copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282698104786396258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and playing tour-guide to Mystery Jets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p8auwQgI/AAAAAAAABe0/cO_z7HLn6Cg/s1600-h/DSC00194+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p8auwQgI/AAAAAAAABe0/cO_z7HLn6Cg/s400/DSC00194+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282698112105726466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Miss Ally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p8gDIgjI/AAAAAAAABfE/_Z6SoB9gRhE/s1600-h/n688207822_1258932_6884+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p8gDIgjI/AAAAAAAABfE/_Z6SoB9gRhE/s400/n688207822_1258932_6884+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282698113533379122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Ginger sedang tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p8q5V6uI/AAAAAAAABe8/mnVciD5xF4c/s1600-h/n529127073_1066221_9735+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p8q5V6uI/AAAAAAAABe8/mnVciD5xF4c/s400/n529127073_1066221_9735+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282698116445104866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average Joe lovin' &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MELBOURNE LOVELIES ARE FINALLY BACK! Like, FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one lovely from the UK too :) FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up session maximus have already begun, over Malaysian food and mamaks galore because those people are seriously deprived &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they came bearing gifts and chocolate nyum nyums! Oh god I've missed them. Both the lovely best friends and the chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mingshen &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;, whom I'm not spending Christmas with this year, :( i misses you like crazies. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kirsty&lt;/span&gt;, you too dear &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I'm not really feeling a whole lot of Christmas spirit this year.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't quite feel like Christmas when you're swamped with studies, and then work immediately after that, and a couple of boo hoos and what nots :(&lt;br /&gt;No time to even stop and smell the mistletoe! At the risk of sounding like a total scrooge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the besties are back :) all is right in the world again, haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I love my friends, so there will at least still be Christmas presents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No, there won't be Christmas for me this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;For the simple reason being you're not here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Kokokaina - No Christmas For Me&lt;/span&gt; (which is a happy song, believe it or not &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-2929255234405018675?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/2929255234405018675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=2929255234405018675&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2929255234405018675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/2929255234405018675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/ouh-what-beautiful-mess.html' title='Ouh, what a beautiful mess.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SU_p9Mjg0_I/AAAAAAAABfM/UHF06HCOOKM/s72-c/DSC00176+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-5745118832047993845</id><published>2008-12-19T03:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:24:21.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love... or something like it'/><title type='text'>Smells Like Sanctuary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I stepped into his room - well maybe not *every* time, just the times when I haven't been there in a while, and have forgotten it - I would breathe in deeply, breathe out, and smile. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"Ahh. There is a smell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon saying this, he would always ask back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Why, is it a bad smell?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"No,"&lt;/span&gt; I still smile. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;"It's good. It's your smell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm contemplating writing this post in my other blog; a recently-created private one where I keep my more personal thoughts and heart deposits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Since it is proving more and more difficult to write anything "real" these days without garnering too much unwanted (and inaccurate) attention. The price to pay when a blog gets a fairly decent number of hits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;But never mind that, will talk about this new blog another day maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we find a smell so distinguishable on our significant other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that we tend to remember these things - the scent of their cologne or perfume, the bathroom products they use, or the general smell of their room.&lt;br /&gt;So much that if you ever catch a faint whiff of that familiar smell anywhere else, your thoughts immediately go back to that significant person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because, when you're in his/her arms and you breathe them in - it smells like sanctuary. Do you long for that very safety and familiarity you felt when you were close to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this one time after I had just gotten out of his shower.&lt;br /&gt;I had to use his bathroom products which didn't smell like me at all. It smelled like clean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;manly &lt;/span&gt;soap, there was no yummylicious girly floral fruity whatever fragrance (but that was weeks before I finally brought in my bottle of Dove shower cream and my loofah into his house &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, even then, I remembered him sniffing me after my manly shower and he said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Do you apply a lot of perfume or something? You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;smell like you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what kind of crazy perfume does he think could withstand a whole night's sleepover and his manly soap? &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I never knew I had a scent. Never could identify it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own personal scent. Whether it's perfume or bath products or your freakin' B.O.&lt;br /&gt;And just like our fingerprints, no two individuals smell the same. It is something so distinctive, something yours, something personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what you smelled like? What your significant other smells on you and adores you so.&lt;br /&gt;I will never know of my own, of course. Just like how he was oblivious to that distinct smell of his own room whenever I entered it - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what happens..... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a smell be remembered? Especially if it is gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember their scent? Will you miss it?&lt;br /&gt;Or will you miss the way you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;used &lt;/span&gt;to know that scent, and resent that you have forgotten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Iron &amp;amp; Wine - Flightless Bird, American Mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-5745118832047993845?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/5745118832047993845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=5745118832047993845&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5745118832047993845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/5745118832047993845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/smells-like-sanctuary.html' title='Smells Like Sanctuary.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-9035757850221539861</id><published>2008-12-18T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:53:44.099+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me-time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weetard'/><title type='text'>Singapore Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on.... quite a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning from it all, and I've learned again and again that execution is much harder than planning!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst other things, I'm also currently working on my New Year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;This one, not so much as to sit my restless ass down and come up with a comprehensive list la. Just, thinking of things as I go about my daily routine, and making mental notes of them.&lt;br /&gt;I've come up with some pretty good stuff already &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley1.gif" /&gt; it's not a very long list, but it's not about quantity, is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might or might not publish my New Year's resolutions on my blog because these things can be personal. But I have a knack for turning my too-personal information into vague cryptic puzzles, so if I do post it up, it'll be on the first day of 2009 i suppose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there from Friday to Sunday, but I only took pictures on Saturday don't ask me why I'm just lazy like that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUieiiYvA8I/AAAAAAAABXQ/fFoAS2ECRsk/s1600-h/DSC00076q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUieiiYvA8I/AAAAAAAABXQ/fFoAS2ECRsk/s400/DSC00076q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644879275197378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unwashable souvenir of Friday night's party.&lt;br /&gt;Is a Lego man's head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrubbed and scrubbed til my wrist went red, and still Last Night's stamp of shame would not go away &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the whole lot of us had the same faded stamps on our wrists, so collectively it ended up cool &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/cool.gif" /&gt; hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUihaVl8t_I/AAAAAAAABYI/o3NwbjEW_gM/s1600-h/DSC00083q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUihaVl8t_I/AAAAAAAABYI/o3NwbjEW_gM/s400/DSC00083q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280648036936890354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HAIZ!&lt;br /&gt;Touristy-Elaine on Haji Lane (EH cool it rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started my post-exam holiday on the island down south, which sound relaxing enough and one would think I'd come back home well-rested and rejuvenated,&lt;br /&gt;But not quite true &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a cough, a sore throat, and I &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;am losing my voice&lt;/span&gt; got a new husky sexy voice now. Not necessarily well-rested either, traveling is tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUiej4c819I/AAAAAAAABXw/_NMZdVx1L4w/s1600-h/DSC00081q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUiej4c819I/AAAAAAAABXw/_NMZdVx1L4w/s400/DSC00081q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644902378330066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gingey and Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So an idea came up that we shouldn't drink too much water, because we traveled by bus to and fro Singapore, and the bus would only make ONE toilet stop during the entire 5 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the R&amp;amp;R's aren't exactly spotless clean hotel bathrooms.&lt;br /&gt;So it sounded like a pretty good idea at the time to dehydrate ourselves silly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except now I'm coughing like crazies and got a husky man-voice.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home and crossed paths with my dad he asked me why is my voice like that, and I told him my rationale behind the idea of dehydrating myself over the weekend which of course previously made sense, and my dad laughed at me &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/whatevah.gif" /&gt; yes he laughed out loud at his own daughter's misery, sigh isn't my dad amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUihacBJQeI/AAAAAAAABYA/A2JraDkZVto/s1600-h/DSC00082q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUihacBJQeI/AAAAAAAABYA/A2JraDkZVto/s400/DSC00082q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280648038661571042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Gingey: Gimme a Lapsap Lady pose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);"&gt;Me: OK!&lt;/span&gt; *runs to the rubbish bin wtf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioyDjM5_I/AAAAAAAABZA/5zA9rVCWePA/s1600-h/DSC00088q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioyDjM5_I/AAAAAAAABZA/5zA9rVCWePA/s400/DSC00088q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280656140991784946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JingWei and Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a midget standing next to these 2 towers -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxwfKatI/AAAAAAAABY4/T1i-3WhOUys/s1600-h/DSC00087q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxwfKatI/AAAAAAAABY4/T1i-3WhOUys/s400/DSC00087q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280656135874570962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Haji Lane.&lt;br /&gt;The shopping is fantastic, and there's always something to look at :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUihbOR5ILI/AAAAAAAABYY/OGwtCz5O5ys/s1600-h/DSC00085q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUihbOR5ILI/AAAAAAAABYY/OGwtCz5O5ys/s400/DSC00085q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280648052153589938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxpSSSrI/AAAAAAAABYw/mi4lcppSabo/s1600-h/DSC00086q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxpSSSrI/AAAAAAAABYw/mi4lcppSabo/s400/DSC00086q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280656133941512882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUiejqoaWmI/AAAAAAAABXo/o7shqV1WIa8/s1600-h/DSC00080q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUiejqoaWmI/AAAAAAAABXo/o7shqV1WIa8/s400/DSC00080q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644898668304994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim @ Bunga raided the racks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxEa6AqI/AAAAAAAABYg/JAHHS7DfGyU/s1600-h/DSC00079q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxEa6AqI/AAAAAAAABYg/JAHHS7DfGyU/s400/DSC00079q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280656124045558434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I raided the art work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUieiyJGxrI/AAAAAAAABXY/DDoORW_KSjw/s1600-h/DSC00078q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUieiyJGxrI/AAAAAAAABXY/DDoORW_KSjw/s400/DSC00078q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280644883504613042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxnbhSaI/AAAAAAAABYo/qDwRCtwbtsM/s1600-h/DSC00084q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUioxnbhSaI/AAAAAAAABYo/qDwRCtwbtsM/s400/DSC00084q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280656133443373474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday night of course, I popped my ZoukOut cherry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUeQFZLU6oI/AAAAAAAAD7A/fvqIlO-Thcc/s400/131219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUeQFZLU6oI/AAAAAAAAD7A/fvqIlO-Thcc/s400/131219.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stolen off youknowwhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and wanna know something damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, brace yourselves for its sheer stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bryan gave us all our ZoukOut tickets to hold for ourselves right before we got on the bus to enter Sentosa Island. So that's like a couple of minutes hanging around, and about 15 minutes sitting down idly on the bus. How can I possibly lose my ticket, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I took the ticket from Bryan, folded and tucked it neatly into my left front pocket along with my bus ticket. While sitting down idly on the bus, I even CHECKED to make sure my ZoukOut ticket was still in my left front pocket where I tucked it in. Yes, it's still there. Ok, continue sitting idly. How can I possibly lost my ticket, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Sentosa Island and the bus stopped right in front of the ZoukOut entrance.&lt;br /&gt;While stepping off the bus, I took out my bus ticket from my left front pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the entrance I CHECKED AGAIN for my ZoukOut ticket in my left front pocket, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and it was gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. Can. I. Possibly. Lose. My. Ticket. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic-stricken, I turned back and saw the bus driving away. My ZoukOut ticket must have fallen off when I took out my bus ticket! WHILE stepping off the bus &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; WTF what kind of crazy bad luck is that!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit down idle doing nothing at all, and ON TOP OF THAT, i even *checked* to make sure my ticket was still in my pocket. After all of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, still can lose it in the end T________T craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially witnessed the power of FATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was FATED that I lose the ticket. No amount of safety precautions and sitting down idly can save you from your fated doom, and in this case, mine.&lt;br /&gt;So I marched right up to the ticket booth and bought me another ticket ($58 Sg Dollars ouch.) but no complaints, because fate is fate, accept it, go have a good time, and let bygones be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But next time I'll probably let someone else hold my ticket for me okthx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi27iTaq0I/AAAAAAAABag/Ctnun3t77QM/s1600-h/DSC00116q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi27iTaq0I/AAAAAAAABag/Ctnun3t77QM/s400/DSC00116q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280671697028688706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Teenagers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi278QGE4I/AAAAAAAABao/NalcmJu9Glo/s1600-h/DSC00117q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi278QGE4I/AAAAAAAABao/NalcmJu9Glo/s400/DSC00117q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280671703994078082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUeOl2nMGAI/AAAAAAAAD5A/8l8XM30HQ6s/s400/13123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUeOl2nMGAI/AAAAAAAAD5A/8l8XM30HQ6s/s400/13123.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moi, Bryan, Su Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi28BvcXwI/AAAAAAAABaw/vQUiZP3rv3k/s1600-h/DSC00118q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi28BvcXwI/AAAAAAAABaw/vQUiZP3rv3k/s400/DSC00118q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280671705467739906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine &amp;amp; Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi27P-ZYTI/AAAAAAAABaY/zvCmFUuqM0w/s1600-h/DSC00098q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUi27P-ZYTI/AAAAAAAABaY/zvCmFUuqM0w/s400/DSC00098q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280671692108685618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HWE (thanks Justine :p) &amp;amp; Phei-Phei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvW2ZQdwI/AAAAAAAABcA/dXBbkbSDsAU/s1600-h/DSC00149q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvW2ZQdwI/AAAAAAAABcA/dXBbkbSDsAU/s400/DSC00149q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804107673696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Leigh Ann sporting paisley prints :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUix48p7YxI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Jk3Ggc4j-Oo/s1600-h/DSC00111a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUix48p7YxI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Jk3Ggc4j-Oo/s400/DSC00111a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280666155004683026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich, Singz, and Jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrqwEFnOI/AAAAAAAABbQ/jPeUSikHbHs/s1600-h/DSC00130q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrqwEFnOI/AAAAAAAABbQ/jPeUSikHbHs/s400/DSC00130q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280800051525164258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrqo5VokI/AAAAAAAABbI/cEm63TOOV4E/s1600-h/DSC00123q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrqo5VokI/AAAAAAAABbI/cEm63TOOV4E/s400/DSC00123q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280800049601028674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrqwyDCtI/AAAAAAAABbY/lk6rwROChMw/s1600-h/DSC00135q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrqwyDCtI/AAAAAAAABbY/lk6rwROChMw/s400/DSC00135q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280800051717933778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvWWeXwKI/AAAAAAAABbo/pyrFHs0brHo/s1600-h/DSC00142q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvWWeXwKI/AAAAAAAABbo/pyrFHs0brHo/s400/DSC00142q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804099105210530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Elaine &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/kiss.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwuqTKQ2I/AAAAAAAABdQ/uIigJMTzuKA/s1600-h/n502656664_1106131_9536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwuqTKQ2I/AAAAAAAABdQ/uIigJMTzuKA/s400/n502656664_1106131_9536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805616255386466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwMWmlTOI/AAAAAAAABcw/HtM8LU_kH44/s1600-h/n502656664_1106034_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwMWmlTOI/AAAAAAAABcw/HtM8LU_kH44/s400/n502656664_1106034_1392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805026852588770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrrCh9lHI/AAAAAAAABbg/wNoO76PDvSc/s1600-h/DSC00138q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkrrCh9lHI/AAAAAAAABbg/wNoO76PDvSc/s400/DSC00138q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280800056482305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a freaking carnival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwL3sT0KI/AAAAAAAABcg/hWVakTCOL3Q/s1600-h/DSC00157q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwL3sT0KI/AAAAAAAABcg/hWVakTCOL3Q/s400/DSC00157q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805018555109538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvWup_vvI/AAAAAAAABb4/jjvbUrmwaMA/s1600-h/DSC00147q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvWup_vvI/AAAAAAAABb4/jjvbUrmwaMA/s400/DSC00147q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804105596419826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwMENlS7I/AAAAAAAABco/CXNUkBpyg_A/s1600-h/DSC00160q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwMENlS7I/AAAAAAAABco/CXNUkBpyg_A/s400/DSC00160q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805021915892658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUePB5XeC7I/AAAAAAAAD5g/WXWVf2R3xq4/s400/131212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUePB5XeC7I/AAAAAAAAD5g/WXWVf2R3xq4/s400/131212.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUeOy1H-ZVI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/3DXLp-Xb1L4/s400/13125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUeOy1H-ZVI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/3DXLp-Xb1L4/s400/13125.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwu-ty22I/AAAAAAAABdc/whD3G1wGuPA/s1600-h/n502656664_1106177_2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwu-ty22I/AAAAAAAABdc/whD3G1wGuPA/s400/n502656664_1106177_2224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805621735807842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvXJmWZ-I/AAAAAAAABcI/l5zsq-L-RZo/s1600-h/DSC00150q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkvXJmWZ-I/AAAAAAAABcI/l5zsq-L-RZo/s400/DSC00150q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804112828884962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwuNfMoGI/AAAAAAAABc4/IsfQ5pOQaBI/s1600-h/n502656664_1106035_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwuNfMoGI/AAAAAAAABc4/IsfQ5pOQaBI/s400/n502656664_1106035_1690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805608521244770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwLhrTS9I/AAAAAAAABcY/0XqlJ1fvdMg/s1600-h/DSC00154q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUkwLhrTS9I/AAAAAAAABcY/0XqlJ1fvdMg/s400/DSC00154q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280805012645301202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing. A. Haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUePGlUqnII/AAAAAAAAD5o/MVEhCT6DgVU/s400/131211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y9d-7oEB0FQ/SUePGlUqnII/AAAAAAAAD5o/MVEhCT6DgVU/s400/131211.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thia, Su Yi, Lim, Elaine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 3am, no wonder my head's jammed can't think of any more stories to write right now, it's time for bed!&lt;br /&gt;Will continue tomorrow maybe! (or not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/laughing.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Killers - Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-9035757850221539861?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/9035757850221539861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=9035757850221539861&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/9035757850221539861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/9035757850221539861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/singapore-saturday.html' title='Singapore Saturday.'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SUieiiYvA8I/AAAAAAAABXQ/fFoAS2ECRsk/s72-c/DSC00076q.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-3766761081644502033</id><published>2008-12-15T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T16:00:56.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dailies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>Girl's Day Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from my weekend in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a tad under the weather though, I somehow managed to get myself a mild cough and sore throat while I was on holiday :/ but nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about Singapore soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I mentioned a little snippety something about a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Girl's Day Out&lt;/span&gt; a couple of weeks back? The one where I got (amongst other things) a gorgeous french manicure for freee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/11/frenchie.html"&gt;*clickkk!*&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the lucky 8 female bloggers invited for this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maxis Broadband Girl's Day Out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think that perhaps putting together a whole bunch of strangers together might be a bad idea (girls, especially), I mean, we've all watch America's Next Top Model and all the drama that unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not us! The 7 other girls invited for this event are real sweethearts, so easy to get along with, and not to mention a friggin' hilarious bunch &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 298px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6113.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jadezheng.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Ringo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://fourfeetnine.blorc.com/"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt;, moi, &lt;a href="http://redmummy.com/"&gt;Kak Red&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://emmagem.com/"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jayelleenelial.com"&gt;Jolene&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kimberlycun.com/"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those small cute floral bags we're holding? Well,&lt;br /&gt;You won't BELIEVE what's in them ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on, make a guess! No really, GUESS!&lt;br /&gt;The answer will be revealed shortly in this post, so keep your guesses in mind! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop? DIAMONDS.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they aren't called a girl's best friends for nothing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Diamond,&lt;/span&gt; Pavillion&lt;/span&gt; to be with our shimmery glimmery best friends @__@&lt;br /&gt;and the nice ladies at the shop gave us some pointers on how to choose diamonds. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 4Cs! &lt;/span&gt;Cut, Carat, Clarity, and Colour.&lt;br /&gt;Which would've been a more suitable lecture for our boyfriends, innit? Since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they're&lt;/span&gt; the ones who's gonna be buying us those pretty sparkly things next time &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt; heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed face @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqihxlFxoI/AAAAAAAABIk/AbiEx9vxSnc/s1600-h/DSC00068+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 401px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqihxlFxoI/AAAAAAAABIk/AbiEx9vxSnc/s400/DSC00068+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272205014918874754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys!! Click, enlarge, and READ. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqjsqx3uqI/AAAAAAAABI8/615k8TFkGp0/s1600-h/DSC00087+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqjsqx3uqI/AAAAAAAABI8/615k8TFkGp0/s400/DSC00087+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272206301583620770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo &amp;amp; I mucking around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6146_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6146_bw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this one SUPER GORGEOUS necklace caught my eye... @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-6p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 296px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-6p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diamond rose necklace. Which matches my (plastic) rose earrings! @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqjs183wVI/AAAAAAAABJM/ihsVcWgIUfA/s1600-h/DSC00097+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqjs183wVI/AAAAAAAABJM/ihsVcWgIUfA/s400/DSC00097+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272206304582549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PRETTY @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was suddenly very aware that I had RM10,000+++ around my neck. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqjuy5BEaI/AAAAAAAABJU/NI_zf07hW2Q/s1600-h/DSC00102+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqjuy5BEaI/AAAAAAAABJU/NI_zf07hW2Q/s400/DSC00102+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272206338120815010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Red bought herself a pair of RED diamond earrings too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to our small cute pretty floral bags we were holding, remember those?&lt;br /&gt;We got to play around with WHAT'S INSIDE for awhile ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 452px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6193.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dell Mini 9 laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Fricking. Classy.&lt;br /&gt;Frickin' small and sleek and I was in sheer amazement when I saw the actual size.&lt;br /&gt;And it came with Maxis Broadband included with the laptop, so we had internet access literally everywhere we went!&lt;br /&gt;I've often heard of complaints when it comes to the connection speed, but we encountered none of that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and their respective blogs ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up!&lt;br /&gt;We went on over to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stage,&lt;/span&gt; Pavillion&lt;/span&gt; for a make up session &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt; Good god, this part was so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6437.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have not heard of Stage Cosmetics, fret not. It's a new high-end home-grown brand, and I'd grade it on the similar level as MAC Cosmetics and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqlHVJfXTI/AAAAAAAABJs/u-CW2dm6iOo/s1600-h/DSC00108+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqlHVJfXTI/AAAAAAAABJs/u-CW2dm6iOo/s400/DSC00108+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272207859145202994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much make up to play with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS52xF0vf1I/AAAAAAAABRM/_MeJQ78W4XU/s1600-h/DSC00128+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS52xF0vf1I/AAAAAAAABRM/_MeJQ78W4XU/s400/DSC00128+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273282799446490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up expert John guiding us through the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Step 1 was to REMOVE OUR CURRENT MAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 8 of us girls looked at each other with worried looks, also very aware that we had photographers all around us to capture this moment &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shocked.gif" /&gt; hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-1p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-1p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqlHSLsSlI/AAAAAAAABJ0/4O_WH63SL5k/s1600-h/DSC00120+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqlHSLsSlI/AAAAAAAABJ0/4O_WH63SL5k/s400/DSC00120+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272207858349132370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqmpaWYYiI/AAAAAAAABKE/mrC9LrsH91Q/s1600-h/DSC00163+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqmpaWYYiI/AAAAAAAABKE/mrC9LrsH91Q/s400/DSC00163+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272209544168628770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh we look so much younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-4p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-4p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John make up extraordinaire was a great help, he certainly knew his stuff and we got to ask him all sorts of questions on make up and the techniques. I for one am more used to using a sponge when applying foundation, but he recommended using a brush instead! Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 451px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone busy painting face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-3p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 296px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-3p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tah-daa :) The before and after shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day make-up only okayyy, don't be expecting some dramatic night make-up &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqmqCr0dmI/AAAAAAAABKc/Rl0y2P4TGMQ/s1600-h/DSC00189+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqmqCr0dmI/AAAAAAAABKc/Rl0y2P4TGMQ/s400/DSC00189+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272209554995967586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot with our make-up guru John :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6423.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/winky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then mosied on over for lunch @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thai Express,&lt;/span&gt; Pavillion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, we got to settle down from all the excitement and catch up on some conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqsYMN_mtI/AAAAAAAABKs/43L-D9eLvsA/s1600-h/DSC00203+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqsYMN_mtI/AAAAAAAABKs/43L-D9eLvsA/s400/DSC00203+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272215845387344594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia and Cindy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know came in today with my full-on thick lush bangs straight down,&lt;br /&gt;but after having clipped up my bangs during the 4 hours spent at Stage prior, I left my hair side-parted that way lah &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqsY67cIvI/AAAAAAAABLE/Om6SWZSU2-U/s1600-h/DSC00209+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqsY67cIvI/AAAAAAAABLE/Om6SWZSU2-U/s400/DSC00209+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272215857925989106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5UcriDqTI/AAAAAAAABQE/MAcrNfPSVlk/s1600-h/3056387539_0949baa27e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5UcriDqTI/AAAAAAAABQE/MAcrNfPSVlk/s400/3056387539_0949baa27e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273245065396070706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted! Susan's baby daughter having a go at the Dell Mini 9 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up on the agenda was SHOPPINGGG!!!!111&lt;br /&gt;How can we have a Girl's Day Out without shopping on the itinerary? ;)&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cats Whiskers, &lt;/span&gt;Hartamas &lt;/span&gt;for some retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqsZH-16xI/AAAAAAAABLM/udEzafpUYcw/s1600-h/DSC00210+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqsZH-16xI/AAAAAAAABLM/udEzafpUYcw/s400/DSC00210+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272215861429922578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Audrey ran straight to the pinks section &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smiley4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-5p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 599px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/Untitled-5p.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on the clothes &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 451px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6617.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temaning Darren while he patiently waited  for us girls to run amok &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/shy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I say something please. The white floral cocktail dress that I'm wearing in this picture? DAMN NICE RIGHT?!!&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. There you have it ladies, go buy it quick at Cats Whiskers. I think it's so super stunning but I promised myself I'd refrain from buying anymore dresses because I have more than enough. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;So I pranced around the shop in this dress for much longer, took pictures of me in it and called it a day la :) and bought tops and accessories and other non-dress stuff. Why oh why am I so disciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 299px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having internet access literally everywhere can be really convenient :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the buzz and excitement and shopping up a storm, we could really use some rest by then. Good thing our next stop was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Nail Shop &lt;/span&gt;@ The Curve&lt;/span&gt; for a manicure-pedicure session :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5Woda4tsI/AAAAAAAABQs/iOj7dcXgFjY/s1600-h/3057373986_fbcb0085d3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5Woda4tsI/AAAAAAAABQs/iOj7dcXgFjY/s400/3057373986_fbcb0085d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273247466789582530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSquBF29NfI/AAAAAAAABLc/26_P6ZkG3jQ/s1600-h/DSC00218+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSquBF29NfI/AAAAAAAABLc/26_P6ZkG3jQ/s400/DSC00218+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272217647566370290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buffbuffbuffbuff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've mentioned this before, this was my very first time having a mani pedi professionally done &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went on and wrote a full post on my mani pedi session hahaha :p  &lt;a href="http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/11/frenchie.html"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt; What an excited happy customer I was :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSquCoE2YhI/AAAAAAAABL0/k8_ITsGwhaw/s1600-h/DSC00244+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSquCoE2YhI/AAAAAAAABL0/k8_ITsGwhaw/s400/DSC00244+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272217673931317778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen being pampered ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5WoZNvSAI/AAAAAAAABQ0/yGLit2jWd7c/s1600-h/3057423894_5c6df73b20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5WoZNvSAI/AAAAAAAABQ0/yGLit2jWd7c/s400/3057423894_5c6df73b20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273247465660696578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo and Audrey choosing pretty nail art &lt;img src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy and I opted for the classic French Manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6714.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS6ZmNP1SxI/AAAAAAAABRU/TyttrJuT9Jc/s1600-h/3056746749_ca8a9631ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS6ZmNP1SxI/AAAAAAAABRU/TyttrJuT9Jc/s400/3056746749_ca8a9631ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273321095367576338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene and her colourful nails, matches her personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5XG4r2lmI/AAAAAAAABQ8/QDhs6xho7YY/s1600-h/3057540008_7ec4768a4c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5XG4r2lmI/AAAAAAAABQ8/QDhs6xho7YY/s400/3057540008_7ec4768a4c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273247989504579170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goo goo eyes Audrey and her nail art. Reminds me of pink Super Mario mushrooms ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop after the sun has gone down, dinner at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Apartment&lt;/span&gt; @ The Curve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqvRv9T0jI/AAAAAAAABME/ZVxWfIo68VQ/s1600-h/DSC00253+p.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqvRv9T0jI/AAAAAAAABME/ZVxWfIo68VQ/s400/DSC00253+p.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219033256841778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim from Nuffnang, and Susan from Maxis joined us for dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqvRth6VXI/AAAAAAAABL8/yQMHbRt2qCE/s1600-h/DSC00251+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqvRth6VXI/AAAAAAAABL8/yQMHbRt2qCE/s400/DSC00251+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219032605054322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene and I :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5WoMj8u8I/AAAAAAAABQc/H7TcRMLroy8/s1600-h/3056797351_71c988b3cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5WoMj8u8I/AAAAAAAABQc/H7TcRMLroy8/s400/3056797351_71c988b3cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273247462264191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringo and her new gold-dust nails :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5WoAnhFKI/AAAAAAAABQk/KFWfp4QJ9pQ/s1600-h/3056814785_90ba713e32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SS5WoAnhFKI/AAAAAAAABQk/KFWfp4QJ9pQ/s400/3056814785_90ba713e32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273247459057931426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a bunch of bloggers internet access where ever we go, and you know we'll fully utilize it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, all 8 of us can agree that this has to be one of the most fun advertorials we've ever done!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Nuffnang and Maxis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 451px;" src="http://i513.photobucket.com/albums/t337/thiathia33/D3A_6721.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6974891790851268788-3766761081644502033?l=thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/feeds/3766761081644502033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6974891790851268788&amp;postID=3766761081644502033&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3766761081644502033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6974891790851268788/posts/default/3766761081644502033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgirlcynthia.blogspot.com/2008/12/girls-day-out.html' title='Girl&apos;s Day Out!'/><author><name>Cynthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372571935011490038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/R6vPHS3PcZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/dnsGea-STIg/S220/A1a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wKrXvEJ4tWQ/SSqihxlFxoI/AAAAAAAABIk/AbiEx9vxSnc/s72-c/DSC00068+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6974891790851268788.post-6675135652887753388</id><published>2008-12-11T21:06:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:04:55.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debbie'/><title type='text'>Some Sisterly Advice.</t
