<?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-1615189348288950783</id><updated>2012-01-28T18:22:07.424+08:00</updated><category term='The Past'/><category term='Celebrations'/><category term='Jamming'/><category term='Daily'/><category term='Perfumes'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='Gifts'/><category term='Festive'/><category term='Daily Ramblings'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Loved one =)'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Random Things'/><category term='Pissed Off'/><category term='Pissed off in the bloody morning'/><category term='Nerding'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Genting Trips'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Special occasions'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='R.I.P'/><category term='TV Series'/><category term='Thoughts And Feelings'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Damsel In Distress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>650</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8394906159491565058</id><published>2011-02-21T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T14:28:13.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved away..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylittleguiltypleasure.blogspot.com/"&gt;Http://mylittleguiltypleasure.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8394906159491565058?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8394906159491565058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8394906159491565058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8394906159491565058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8394906159491565058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/02/moved-away.html' title='Moved away..'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5193675268214562311</id><published>2011-02-15T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T02:15:25.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving away resolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The things I am gonna do after I leave this country to start my new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Lay off on the alcohol. &lt;/span&gt;Since I do not like to get tomato red and suffer when I'm drunk anyway, which is totally destroying my liver! Plus, I need to learn how to finance my own money more carefully now and save more so laying off the alcohol would definitely help!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Save money.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, I just said that but really... I am going to! &lt;b&gt;W.A.T.C.H.M.E&lt;/b&gt; As I have to pay rent, electric bills, phone bills, water bills, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Learn to do my own laundry&lt;/span&gt;. Omg this sucks. I hate washing my own undies, ya know. But no more maid now, what to do.. Do myself lor. :\&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; and more &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;cautious&lt;/span&gt; bout what I spend and the things I do around the house. I must not be such a messy person anymore. And I must be organized when it comes to uni stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Study super hardddd!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Even though my sis said I'll just have to chill and play hard on my first year. But I think I'll just turn into a nerd at the same time. 8)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Try to be more responsible. &lt;/span&gt;Especially around the house, I hope I'll be &lt;i&gt;seng mok&lt;/i&gt; enough to help around.. I'll try.. I'll try..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;buy too much summer clothes and &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;more winter clothings instead&lt;/span&gt;(when I shop, which is going to be kinda&amp;nbsp; seldom since I have not enough bloody money CONFIRM. My dad so clearly wants me to suffer first man. No, I will not tell you my allowance!) since it's going to be cold there more than hot. So... summer clothes isn't really a necessity. :"( However, I can't wait to wear boots cause I loike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will definitely try to &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;adapt&lt;/span&gt;, make new &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;(which is kind of hard for me... I'm afraid. But as Cong said, 'pls don't be so picky':\) and learn to live in a whole new &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; without any complaints.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try not to spoil anything since gadgets always go wrong with me. Phone, camera, laptop, mp3, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I will fill this and a few more after I think bout it more throughly.....! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope all these will come true. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5193675268214562311?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5193675268214562311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5193675268214562311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5193675268214562311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5193675268214562311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-am-gonna-do-after-i-leave-this.html' title='Moving away resolution.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3176476846202916163</id><published>2011-02-14T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T21:42:43.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a mood not a destination.</title><content type='html'>Just realized I haven't blogged bout chinese new year. It was by far the best one I've had so far, if you know what I mean. $.$ Since almost every chinese new year, my family and I would go overseas for a holiday trip together, that's why we never go back to my parents home town and spend time with relatives. Thus, I do not get much angpow also. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this years different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big sis recently started a new job so she couldn't take leave, other sis had to go back to start her new job too. So no holiday trip for us. At first I was kind of bummed out, but after a few days... it's okay! fine by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highway up north and down south was crazy jam though, my poor dad had to suffer to days of driving in the jam.. We went up to Tapah on the first day of cny, then down to Malacca on the second day. Both day trips. Quite tiring(though I wasn't as nearly as tired as my dad :\) but it was okay, once in awhile thing to do.. and certainly beats staying back at the empty streets of kuala lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2XKbzut86s/TVkrspuPkFI/AAAAAAAARBg/pP_BaNRVWzA/s1600/CNY+20111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2XKbzut86s/TVkrspuPkFI/AAAAAAAARBg/pP_BaNRVWzA/s640/CNY+20111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fooooodd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From birthday cake(mums bday) to kampung chicken to malaccas famous chicken ball rice to o chien to petai! to siu yok to LOU SANGG!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHeqWox0GCs/TVktBrs3jXI/AAAAAAAARBo/3a8XSePQbs8/s1600/IMG_1156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XHeqWox0GCs/TVktBrs3jXI/AAAAAAAARBo/3a8XSePQbs8/s640/IMG_1156.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the cutest!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2vdiRv_BiU/TVkrHwbiOlI/AAAAAAAARBc/FNoIhCKZkXM/s1600/CNY+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S2vdiRv_BiU/TVkrHwbiOlI/AAAAAAAARBc/FNoIhCKZkXM/s640/CNY+2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ba9ALPsaTY/TVktMzSOdJI/AAAAAAAARBs/RsmtTH191xk/s1600/IMG_1233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ba9ALPsaTY/TVktMzSOdJI/AAAAAAAARBs/RsmtTH191xk/s640/IMG_1233.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;niece&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PigYCVtgFp0/TVktbhi7X6I/AAAAAAAARBw/AZQEqexCBcI/s1600/IMG_1238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PigYCVtgFp0/TVktbhi7X6I/AAAAAAAARBw/AZQEqexCBcI/s640/IMG_1238.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;best aunty ever!! &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbaK_p7pxgo/TVktpmGFmgI/AAAAAAAARB0/GLUTtmcNaF4/s1600/IMG_1228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pbaK_p7pxgo/TVktpmGFmgI/AAAAAAAARB0/GLUTtmcNaF4/s640/IMG_1228.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fireworks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Do you know one box of firewords that consists of maybe bout 20 times of fireworks costs RM250? My uncle bought one along with lots of various types of different firecrackers for us to play..mainly the kids though. But we all played together after dinner at the front of house yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZ_e5b5Zmc/TVksK_WDuQI/AAAAAAAARBk/YldRZSAJNVU/s1600/CNY+20112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SoZ_e5b5Zmc/TVksK_WDuQI/AAAAAAAARBk/YldRZSAJNVU/s640/CNY+20112.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cny gathering at Sums grandmas house one fine day. And I also brought mama there again another day to da mahjong. Haha. Everyone gambling! Chinese oh chinese people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go get ready to meet up with my 2 favourite boys now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao miao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3176476846202916163?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3176476846202916163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3176476846202916163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3176476846202916163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3176476846202916163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/02/happiness-is-mood-not-destination.html' title='Happiness is a mood not a destination.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v2XKbzut86s/TVkrspuPkFI/AAAAAAAARBg/pP_BaNRVWzA/s72-c/CNY+20111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2914177156405297425</id><published>2011-02-12T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T15:25:14.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is leaving ...</title><content type='html'>In just these 2 weeks, I counted 7 people who are leaving to Australia, including me. :\ It hasn't hit me yet. But oh boy, I think when it finally does, I'll get hit hard all right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZkl_3abGQg/TVUd0AIejeI/AAAAAAAAQ6E/UTO6rUA7G78/s1600/IMG_1369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZkl_3abGQg/TVUd0AIejeI/AAAAAAAAQ6E/UTO6rUA7G78/s640/IMG_1369.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdFVEYNb6OQ/TVUeGWorBEI/AAAAAAAAQ6I/PNTVaBCMtfE/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdFVEYNb6OQ/TVUeGWorBEI/AAAAAAAAQ6I/PNTVaBCMtfE/s640/IMG_1377.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RGyMGhMn0c/TVUeaXt7UOI/AAAAAAAAQ6Q/e0YrTU1Ti2Q/s1600/IMG_1412cropped.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6RGyMGhMn0c/TVUeaXt7UOI/AAAAAAAAQ6Q/e0YrTU1Ti2Q/s640/IMG_1412cropped.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2147408005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2147408006"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1VGlMVMFlU/TVYw4cMid0I/AAAAAAAAQ7E/odTySCityu0/s1600/IMG_1391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T1VGlMVMFlU/TVYw4cMid0I/AAAAAAAAQ7E/odTySCityu0/s640/IMG_1391.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDzmCrlW-dk/TVY0R8GNrtI/AAAAAAAAQ8Y/uim0T5169qw/s1600/IMG_1359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDzmCrlW-dk/TVY0R8GNrtI/AAAAAAAAQ8Y/uim0T5169qw/s640/IMG_1359.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most caring and generous girl I've ever met in my entire life!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll have a safe flight today. I hope you'll do well in Perth. Make lots of friends and have lots of fun, and most importantly of all, get shining good results to make your parents proud of you. :) You can come visit me when we're on winter break too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you know what, this shit came out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoops! You're out of space. You are using 100% of your 1 GB quota for photos. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purchase more storage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photos are stored in your Picasa Web Albums account and are included in your 1 GB free quota for photos. Additional storage you purchase is shared between Gmail, Picasa Web Albums, and Google Docs, and is in addition to your free quota.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sooooooo lazy to delete my past photos one by one. So looks like I'll just write 1 or 2 more posts here and then I'll stop using this site already. Either completely stop blogging or just switch to another site. I don't know yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2914177156405297425?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2914177156405297425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2914177156405297425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2914177156405297425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2914177156405297425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/02/everyone-is-leaving.html' title='Everyone is leaving ...'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZkl_3abGQg/TVUd0AIejeI/AAAAAAAAQ6E/UTO6rUA7G78/s72-c/IMG_1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-996875497181779446</id><published>2011-02-05T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:15:17.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laya cina sudah mali. Arnab mali, Tiger lari.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Balik kampung hati hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Semua makan satu kali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minum mabuk whisky brandi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lepas kentut, pasti wangi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ada kaki terus judi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try kuda, toto and 4D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kalau menang veli hapi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hati sinang, sihat bodi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halap halap semua jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pakai branded Nike &amp;amp; Armani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jumpa kawan, pak cik &amp;amp; aunty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kionghi kionghi angpau kasi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't this funny? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;CNY has been greaaaaaaaaat so far! And it's only been 3 days. Despite the jam up North and down South, not to mention, in the town of Malacca too, spending time with families at the end of the day is all worth it. I wonder if I'll be getting some more angpows over here in PJ... hmm.. let's hope so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzktwuqOaI/AAAAAAAAQ5s/vTo-oQ3BQEY/s1600/Miscellaneous1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzktwuqOaI/AAAAAAAAQ5s/vTo-oQ3BQEY/s640/Miscellaneous1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring after tennis.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;They had a beautiful beautiful swimming pool with all the green surroundings, a basketball court, ping pong court, tennis court, gym, and saunaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;We went swimming and to the Sauna two days in a row and let me tell you something, you can really sweat your ass off in there. We were literally dripping wet everywhere! And felt totally healthy after that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzlMEj94RI/AAAAAAAAQ5w/qrfFSTIXEFw/s1600/Space+28th+Jan+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzlMEj94RI/AAAAAAAAQ5w/qrfFSTIXEFw/s640/Space+28th+Jan+2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello there, I ate more than I danced that night :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzlYmZDZoI/AAAAAAAAQ50/-bvoWRDVFBM/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzlYmZDZoI/AAAAAAAAQ50/-bvoWRDVFBM/s640/IMG_1022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzliYh7JQI/AAAAAAAAQ54/GY0jYvj00iI/s1600/IMG_1033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzliYh7JQI/AAAAAAAAQ54/GY0jYvj00iI/s640/IMG_1033.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;@Space&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzpt4Wy1SI/AAAAAAAAQ58/2vze_qMe0mQ/s1600/Space+28th+Jan+20111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzpt4Wy1SI/AAAAAAAAQ58/2vze_qMe0mQ/s640/Space+28th+Jan+20111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzqN-KTzjI/AAAAAAAAQ6A/0a0MQcIPlOY/s1600/Space+28th+Jan+20112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzqN-KTzjI/AAAAAAAAQ6A/0a0MQcIPlOY/s640/Space+28th+Jan+20112.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at all the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy these past few days omg.&lt;br /&gt;To top it off, my student visa I've been so worried about has officially been granted! YAY TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-996875497181779446?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/996875497181779446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=996875497181779446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/996875497181779446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/996875497181779446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUzktwuqOaI/AAAAAAAAQ5s/vTo-oQ3BQEY/s72-c/Miscellaneous1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1862808785468537771</id><published>2011-02-01T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:20:32.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUb8JjlazQI/AAAAAAAAQ5g/3nrT3eKxeug/s1600/z218598189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUb8JjlazQI/AAAAAAAAQ5g/3nrT3eKxeug/s640/z218598189.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUb82W9g7dI/AAAAAAAAQ5k/RIa61ftVIKc/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUb82W9g7dI/AAAAAAAAQ5k/RIa61ftVIKc/s640/IMG_0930.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little clock chain. Totally suits people like me who doesn't wear any watches. Plus, it's PRETTYYYYYYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1862808785468537771?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1862808785468537771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1862808785468537771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1862808785468537771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1862808785468537771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-love-my-little-clock-chain.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUb8JjlazQI/AAAAAAAAQ5g/3nrT3eKxeug/s72-c/z218598189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3582432963639605065</id><published>2011-01-26T03:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T03:43:52.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it time to make ammends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT8WHsBQ7lI/AAAAAAAAQ44/mF_DQzKk63Y/s1600/IMG_0922.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT8WHsBQ7lI/AAAAAAAAQ44/mF_DQzKk63Y/s640/IMG_0922.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was clearing up my drawer and was scanning through my letters/notes/cards received from various people throughout my entire &lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; years of life. They really brought a smile to my face, reminiscing the good times and realizing just how fun the old days were. So much love, so much fun, so much joy. Everyone should totally dig out their old letters, you'll be amazed just how much memories will come flowing back! There is a 98% chance you'll either smile or laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the stack with random cards made for me from my best friends, letters from my favourite school teacher, primary friends(there were all in chinese, omg.), apology/explanation notes, anonymous random pick up notes from high school, love letters, birthday cards, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me one subject. I have a slight tinge of hope and expectation that you still read this page once in awhile and&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; I wonder...&lt;/span&gt; In all the beautifully decorated cards you have given me, do you remember writing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Forget about the past and erase all your bad moments and keep the good ones&lt;/i&gt;". Did we do it? No.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You play an important role in my life. &lt;/i&gt;" Am I still playing that part? Or any role at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I love you. I did, I do and I always will. And I really mean it. &lt;/i&gt;" Well, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I hope you won't ever forget me.&lt;/i&gt; " How could I ever? Will you in 40 years time?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry if I ever offended you in any way.&lt;/i&gt; " But you didn't say sorry the Last time and you hurt me terribly, so much, too much. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I miss the days when you and I used to talk every night, go out almost everyday, picking noses together.&lt;/i&gt; " I never wanted to admit it but I really miss them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, there are just too many. How could such a beautiful perpetual friendship could have turned out into such an ugly one out of nowhere? I never saw it coming, never. We were like ink and paper, like peanut butter and jelly! Like GLUE. We thought nothing could ever tear us apart. Things haven't been the same again ever since that strain that came in between. I don't think we could ever go back to the way we were before anymore. Those few years would just have to be a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice is to&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; treasure &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;every friendship you have right now. You'll never know what might happen later today, tomorrow, the day after. Something could just snap and your friendships would be over before you realize it. Be&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; careful &lt;/span&gt;in every move you make, in anything you say, be&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; truthful&lt;/span&gt; to your friends, &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; not to disappoint&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;spend more time together&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;look past our flaws &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;concentrate more on our merits&lt;/span&gt;, have &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;patience&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;give everlasting love&lt;/span&gt;. The best you can ever give. And most of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;don't give false promises&lt;/u&gt;. (Especially the ones you know you'll break.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go,&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT8kS2Afo0I/AAAAAAAAQ48/8cEpkMUPe2g/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT8kS2Afo0I/AAAAAAAAQ48/8cEpkMUPe2g/s640/IMG_0921.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My letters to primary school friends and teacher were all in chinese! And they were all this long and at least 2 pages long with cute adorable colourful papers. I can only remember certain words but the rest.. is a blur to me. I'm so sad I have forgotten my chinese. I've wasted 6 years of my life learning it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3582432963639605065?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3582432963639605065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3582432963639605065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3582432963639605065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3582432963639605065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-it-time-to-make-ammends.html' title='Is it time to make ammends?'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT8WHsBQ7lI/AAAAAAAAQ44/mF_DQzKk63Y/s72-c/IMG_0922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6239665092960184989</id><published>2011-01-25T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T02:24:43.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay..</title><content type='html'>Things haven't been turning out well for me lately. Ever since I did that something bad. Yes, I actually do feel guilty even though I won't admit or show it. Everyone has been calling me Mean and honestly, I think I've heard it more than 5 times already for the past week. And surprise surprise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karma has officially gotten to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I do strongly believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will be a better person when I wake up tomorrow(even though I think I'll hardly ever get to sleep cause I'm sick with worry), but yes. tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6239665092960184989?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6239665092960184989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6239665092960184989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6239665092960184989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6239665092960184989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-havent-been-turning-out-well-for.html' title='Suay..'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2587135816176097196</id><published>2011-01-24T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:30:44.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We just wanna make the world dance, forget about the price tag ~</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Price Tag by Jessie J (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1BUkuGFcI/AAAAAAAAQ4o/PAyJKh7Ok-E/s1600/Miscellaneous.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1BUkuGFcI/AAAAAAAAQ4o/PAyJKh7Ok-E/s640/Miscellaneous.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2weeks ago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1B6dUToHI/AAAAAAAAQ4s/QGkw9ZORABQ/s1600/Roadtrip+to+Ipoh+18th+jan+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1B6dUToHI/AAAAAAAAQ4s/QGkw9ZORABQ/s640/Roadtrip+to+Ipoh+18th+jan+2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ipoohhh! salted chicken missing, but i DID bought it, duh.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1GFEB_AtI/AAAAAAAAQ4w/irBRHa4HmXk/s1600/IMG_0829n2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1GFEB_AtI/AAAAAAAAQ4w/irBRHa4HmXk/s640/IMG_0829n2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to act cute, as always&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1GLzcPDGI/AAAAAAAAQ40/rClo-IMMMuA/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1GLzcPDGI/AAAAAAAAQ40/rClo-IMMMuA/s640/IMG_0902.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;drinking night &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me so bored today. Me so so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a super productive exercising day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton, gym and swimming all in just 3 hours! Then at night, I learned how to play a little bit of guitar. :D At a mamak of all places, along with all the mosquitoes biting my legs. I was never an instrument type of person cause I only reached 2nd grade on piano and I quitt. ._. But it was pretty fun. I wonder when is my next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyho, the more I watch Keeping up with the Kardashians, the more I like them, SURPRISINGLY. They really are quite funny and it's entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2587135816176097196?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2587135816176097196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2587135816176097196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2587135816176097196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2587135816176097196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-just-wanna-make-world-dance-forget.html' title='We just wanna make the world dance, forget about the price tag ~'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TT1BUkuGFcI/AAAAAAAAQ4o/PAyJKh7Ok-E/s72-c/Miscellaneous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6099497896547693657</id><published>2011-01-22T14:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:07:54.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined</title><content type='html'>I think just because someone else is older, whether amongst your friends or family doesn't mean they have the right to judge and think they're always right. Who wouldn't agree with me on this? But some people just need a wake up call cause they might agree, but &lt;i&gt;don't&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;realize it on themselves&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all shouldn't just assume someone else is rude or whatever just because you don't like the tone they are using or the words they choose to use to talk/type. I mean, we all are different individuals and we have our own way of coming out. Just because we don't haha or hehe at our beginning/finishing sentences. Does that automatically mean we are rude/lan si/disrespectful? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that bothers me the most is .. let's say, we haven't seen each other in months and you come thinking they're the same old person the last time you met and go telling other people, ''knowing her... she's still *bad negative description* ". Ever thought that that person might have changed already??&lt;i&gt; People change as they grow older&lt;/i&gt;. Don't go assuming we are all still that old person. Most of us who still care bout becoming a better person actually do change their ways once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know we all may be a little two faced sometimes(seriously, don't try to lie), but come on, I was once in a position where I saw someone complain bout person A to person B and person C / bout person B to person A and person C / bout person C to person A and person B before. (I lazy to add another person but you get my drift) Omg, do you know? it's about everyone! How two faced. -.-" Thinking back... so bitchy omg. bitcher than me! :\ Do you think you're the best of the best out of everyone?? The perfect one?? Please lor, learn to keep it to yourself. Sometimes your actions or attitude also damn pissing off, but none of person A, B or C ever said a word to each other bout you. Because they kept it to themselves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything I'm talking bout now doesn't make sense but yes, it is bout something or someone's attitude who has bothered me. Try recalling whether you did or feel any of those 4 things I mentioned above. Who knows.. I might just be talking about you........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6099497896547693657?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6099497896547693657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6099497896547693657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6099497896547693657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6099497896547693657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/d.html' title='Ruined'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6613119519856426291</id><published>2011-01-20T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:05:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, they can all get fucked, just stay true to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcmNKX9T6I/AAAAAAAAQ4k/ahq7ly1g7cY/s1600/Photos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcmNKX9T6I/AAAAAAAAQ4k/ahq7ly1g7cY/s640/Photos.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I know some shit's so hard to swallow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can't just sit back and wallow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my own sorrow but I know one fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be one tough act to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One tough act to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be one tough act to follow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here today, gone tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you'd have to walk a thousand miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my shoes, just to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What it's like, to be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to see what it'd be like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go inside each others' minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to see what we'd find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at shit through each others' eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They can all get fucked, just stay true to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I'm just so obsessed with the song &lt;b&gt;Beautiful by Eminem&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize? Most rappers rap bout&lt;i&gt; sex, drugs, money,&lt;/i&gt; rapping bout chicks like they're fresh meat and nothing else with so much disrespect. But not Eminem man, not at all, he raps bout&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6613119519856426291?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6613119519856426291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6613119519856426291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6613119519856426291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6613119519856426291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-i-know-some-shits-so-hard-to.html' title='Don&apos;t let &apos;em say you ain&apos;t beautiful, they can all get fucked, just stay true to you'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcmNKX9T6I/AAAAAAAAQ4k/ahq7ly1g7cY/s72-c/Photos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2180769886566110211</id><published>2011-01-20T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:47:47.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_169243702"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_169243703"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For the past few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty much busy and not to mention stressed out doing my&lt;u&gt; student visa all on my own&lt;/u&gt;. It's so complicating and all I'm worried about is that, I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME TO DO IT. All the waiting for translation of birth certificates, attaching documents&lt;i&gt;(I don't even know if I attached everything I'm suppose to)&lt;/i&gt;, go for medical check up&lt;i&gt;(I couldn't find the bloody forms to print out but I finally found it after days and days of searching for it and it turns out, I DIDNT EVEN NEED IT. But at least.. props to me for not giving up x).&lt;/i&gt; ) and last but not least, waiting for the damn confirmation of granting my visa application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes.. all very stressful for someone like me who panics easily when it comes to stuff like that. Cause you know.. I really don't know what am I doing and I honestly hate the feeling of not knowing whether I'm doing things right or not. So my advice to you.... (if you ever wanna do a student visa that is) is to.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fucking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Agent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;-.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;stress free&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="background-color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;so so much faster&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, meng pei applied for unis later than I did and she's already done with her visa like WAY BEFORE I DID cause she went to an agency. BAhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been trying to spend time with my sis who came back from Aussie( she left on Sunday alrdy though). lol. We went to Singapore, had dinners with the family and relatives, karaoke, played mahjong, went drinking...etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said I never liked it there the last time I went there for universal studios? That statement still implies but the fact that we stayed at Marina Bay Sands made it so awesome. Personally, &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;the shape of the hotel is just weird&lt;/span&gt;, it may look nice at night and unique but I still think it's weird, and so bloody long. But the&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; infinity pool&lt;/span&gt;... now THAT WAS PURE AWESOME NESS. We were like jakuns when we went up for the first time I swear. Plus, I got my new camera the day before we took off so I got to camwhore with it kao kao. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMcFKoMr7I/AAAAAAAAQ4E/lqGUirsXM0g/s1600/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMcFKoMr7I/AAAAAAAAQ4E/lqGUirsXM0g/s640/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20103.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So breathtakingly beautiful&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMdnuHWFjI/AAAAAAAAQ4I/4LelN6KxS3c/s1600/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMdnuHWFjI/AAAAAAAAQ4I/4LelN6KxS3c/s640/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20104.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My camwhore moments in the room while sis went for the casino, zz!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMfLnNK8kI/AAAAAAAAQ4Q/NwPMVpbs1ag/s1600/IMG_0240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMfLnNK8kI/AAAAAAAAQ4Q/NwPMVpbs1ag/s640/IMG_0240.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not to mention, they have awesome breakfast because well, I love hotels scrambled eggs. they're all milky and soft.. yums! hashbrowns were the bomb too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMeTF7dHdI/AAAAAAAAQ4M/pGvp5giSAfo/s1600/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="452" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMeTF7dHdI/AAAAAAAAQ4M/pGvp5giSAfo/s640/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTccMu_yjQI/AAAAAAAAQ4U/q81MJ8vB1aM/s1600/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTccMu_yjQI/AAAAAAAAQ4U/q81MJ8vB1aM/s640/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20106.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clarke Quay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcgEkyVmXI/AAAAAAAAQ4c/o8pJ-BbV-PA/s1600/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcgEkyVmXI/AAAAAAAAQ4c/o8pJ-BbV-PA/s320/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner with relatives before that. My lil cousin is so clever it's so unbelievable!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcg8L5tx2I/AAAAAAAAQ4g/ikklOpbxWGE/s1600/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcg8L5tx2I/AAAAAAAAQ4g/ikklOpbxWGE/s640/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20111.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sat this bungee jump thingy! 45SD for like 2 minutes of ride which was not that scary at all. We couldn't swirl enough because we were too tiny and light, apparently. :\&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcfrad3DQI/AAAAAAAAQ4Y/wO-CmFCPVEI/s1600/Photos.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTcfrad3DQI/AAAAAAAAQ4Y/wO-CmFCPVEI/s640/Photos.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;things I bought. not much :(:(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are much much more pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?id=598295789&amp;amp;aid=602937"&gt;fb&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was pretty nice trip. we should have stayed longer! 2 nights just aint enough.. to swim. :( &lt;br /&gt;I nak go try cook those 'hotel' scrambled eggs now... yes at this hour. Byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2180769886566110211?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2180769886566110211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2180769886566110211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2180769886566110211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2180769886566110211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-past-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TTMcFKoMr7I/AAAAAAAAQ4E/lqGUirsXM0g/s72-c/Singapore+6th+to+8th+jan+20103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5071506002522465994</id><published>2011-01-05T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T01:34:50.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I woke up with a smile on my face.</title><content type='html'>Good news in the morning, so I'm guessing it's gonna be a good good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am already excited for our 3 days 2 nights Singapore trip tomorrow (even though I haven't pack yet), I really am very excited to swim in the one and only infinity pool at Marina Bay Sands., meet my aunty, shop, and just get a proper holiday even though it's only for a few days. Moreover, will be getting my new camera later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hope there won't be anymore complications&lt;/i&gt; cause you know what, for the past 2 days I've been trying to get hold of just one stock, &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt;. And it's so bloody hard to do so because everywhere.. and believe me when I say e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e. was completely sold out during Christmas week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I went to a shop in Uptown, 4 shops in Ou, 1 shop in SS2, 1 shop in Seksyen 17, 4 shops in Digital Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;11 shops altogether!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I called an outlet in KLCC too. And&lt;i&gt; not even one shop has even one stock &lt;/i&gt;of Canon S95. I was kinda desperate(ONLY because I wanted it before my singapore trip lol) until my sister was kind enough to ask her friend, Jay who works for Canon to help me get one. Seriously, I really appreciate their effort in helping. Well, he got it but we don't know when I could get hold of it and not sure how to settle the payment. So, I'm just gonna go to the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; shop later that got back to me bout &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; having a stock this morning and just sign the damn credit card. WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;here's some pictures from a rather bad first day clubbing on 1.1.2011.&lt;br /&gt;Well actually the &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; had toonnnnnnnesss of fun they even went dancing by themselves and left me to guard our table and was practically jumping the whole night and drank all 3 bottles by themselves. Lol. But &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;? Not so much. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;? Completely not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPcx5XHx8I/AAAAAAAAQ34/-usZ6zak56Q/s1600/168451_167572886620192_100001024448290_387523_7989960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPcx5XHx8I/AAAAAAAAQ34/-usZ6zak56Q/s640/168451_167572886620192_100001024448290_387523_7989960_n.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPdZXSNFBI/AAAAAAAAQ38/V_VapXSz-a4/s1600/DSC02937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPdZXSNFBI/AAAAAAAAQ38/V_VapXSz-a4/s640/DSC02937.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPdgPvKQVI/AAAAAAAAQ4A/ob7MdgzLZ5w/s1600/DSC02910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPdgPvKQVI/AAAAAAAAQ4A/ob7MdgzLZ5w/s640/DSC02910.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what motivated me to get a new camera like, straight away?&lt;br /&gt;How the pictures from that night turned out to be completely and utterly fugly with the bright lighting and our yellowness skin. And I was too lazy to edit the colours! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly drank that night ever since my very bad drunk session the night before. I finally knew my new years resolution already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To not get that drunk ever again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5071506002522465994?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5071506002522465994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5071506002522465994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5071506002522465994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5071506002522465994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-i-woke-up-with-smile-on-my-face.html' title='Today, I woke up with a smile on my face.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSPcx5XHx8I/AAAAAAAAQ34/-usZ6zak56Q/s72-c/168451_167572886620192_100001024448290_387523_7989960_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1685880846785903641</id><published>2011-01-03T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:57:56.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>Yours truly actually got really really really really really drunk. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at Evans house drinking, and I don't know how many shots I downed before I completely went k.o. Before I knew anything, I was in the toilet puking non stop. It's like I went to puke, went to sofa to sleep, went to the toilet to puke, went back to the sofa to sleep, went to eat chocolate cake, went to puke again, went to the sofa to sleep, went to puke again. Oh my gosh, I don't know how many times I puked but it was a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even did it on the driveway while I was walking out. NO ONE HELD ME, EVERYONE JUST SOMEHOW DISAPPEARED AND ASKED ME TO WAIT AT THE GATE. So I slumped down on the ground and puked into the plastic bag I was holding. And I think I didn't aim my face properly...... or something. Oh well. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It smelled bad and it was all very disgusting bu&lt;b&gt;t&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;my dearest friends for taking care of me and clearing up all the mess that night!&lt;/span&gt; Seriously. Thank youu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I wasn't as bad as the others who puked on the carpet, the door, the wall, the floor, inside the house! I bet everyone felt as bad as I did.. When I read twitter the next day, it was like everyone was tweeting bout how much they puked and all that. Beyond crazy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized something, why did we eat "yee sang" on new years eve? I thought it was chinese new year only. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDXtoVJA-I/AAAAAAAAQ3c/sXo1Mts1hkU/s1600/162707_10150157470914741_531814740_8273109_1855383_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDXtoVJA-I/AAAAAAAAQ3c/sXo1Mts1hkU/s640/162707_10150157470914741_531814740_8273109_1855383_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDXzsr2fMI/AAAAAAAAQ3k/_AoAfmWkxmE/s1600/168839_10150157471749741_531814740_8273145_687147_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDXzsr2fMI/AAAAAAAAQ3k/_AoAfmWkxmE/s640/168839_10150157471749741_531814740_8273145_687147_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDX6W4VbTI/AAAAAAAAQ3o/fysuMRIMLO0/s1600/DSC02808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDX6W4VbTI/AAAAAAAAQ3o/fysuMRIMLO0/s640/DSC02808.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDYcalfT1I/AAAAAAAAQ30/u6pzP9cHKuc/s1600/DSC02821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDYcalfT1I/AAAAAAAAQ30/u6pzP9cHKuc/s640/DSC02821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDYWak-4PI/AAAAAAAAQ3w/2FIs4zas07Q/s1600/DSC02856.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDYWak-4PI/AAAAAAAAQ3w/2FIs4zas07Q/s640/DSC02856.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My super gone moment. Ahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1685880846785903641?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1685880846785903641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1685880846785903641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1685880846785903641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1685880846785903641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TSDXtoVJA-I/AAAAAAAAQ3c/sXo1Mts1hkU/s72-c/162707_10150157470914741_531814740_8273109_1855383_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2260825795393852651</id><published>2011-01-01T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:52:05.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR56u2hAVbI/AAAAAAAAQ3Y/YI1hv80KgYc/s1600/tumblr_ldl65qA2Qn1qccel7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR56u2hAVbI/AAAAAAAAQ3Y/YI1hv80KgYc/s640/tumblr_ldl65qA2Qn1qccel7o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;Where will you go and what will you do in 2011, Taurus? Will you break your old habits that have plagued you and held you back? Will you venture forward into uncharted areas of life that intrigue you? Will you keep promises to yourself about improving your health, your fitness, your self esteem, and your outlook in general? You can do any or all of these things this year. It's up to you. There are no limitations. And thats really the only thing you need to remember as you enter this promising new year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hou ngam ngor!! &lt;br /&gt;May this year bring better memories and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2260825795393852651?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2260825795393852651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2260825795393852651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2260825795393852651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2260825795393852651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2011/01/may-this-year-bring-better-memories-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR56u2hAVbI/AAAAAAAAQ3Y/YI1hv80KgYc/s72-c/tumblr_ldl65qA2Qn1qccel7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6200013871700808993</id><published>2010-12-31T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:10:59.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2010, I won't miss you.</title><content type='html'>I am actually &lt;i&gt;realllyyyy&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;happy&lt;/i&gt; now that 2010 is almost over, just another 8 hours!! It has been a wild one, but still by far the &lt;u&gt;most suckiest year &lt;/u&gt;I've ever had(besides 2008). True, I've made new friends and all that and my studies have been really good this year but you know what, it's not enough when I don't feel happy most of the time. I can't wait to get out of the house to start everything afresh at some place foreign and get a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my years would be only be good alternately so may 2011 be a much better year for me, pleaseeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2MRQ0s7JI/AAAAAAAAQ28/w-U6BHJtmtE/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2MRQ0s7JI/AAAAAAAAQ28/w-U6BHJtmtE/s640/page.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phyo and I at Mist&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was massaging him in the first top picture! Spur of a moment to be there because I was only suppose to meet up with Sean and he was working that night so he asked me to meet him there. DAMN UNDER DRESSED I SWEAR. A bit &lt;i&gt;paiseh&lt;/i&gt;. So while he was working, was practically hanging out with this dude the whole night. Didn't spend a dime on allllll the free drinks I had that night since it was either free flow for girls or would ask him to buy some :D Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun night lah, honestly. The view is nice up from the podium as you can see funny people funny dancing. Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2MSkIF_JI/AAAAAAAAQ3A/cRZZuq1IADY/s1600/page1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2MSkIF_JI/AAAAAAAAQ3A/cRZZuq1IADY/s640/page1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at Loudspeaker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Karaoke session. Must do this again SOON. Next week I hope. And one more before I leave! So fun, so so fun. The place is really good, cheaper too. So much better than Redbox and all that. Thanks to my baby girl who paid for my share. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2Nva17OSI/AAAAAAAAQ3E/v-FqjzXFfpg/s1600/page2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2Nva17OSI/AAAAAAAAQ3E/v-FqjzXFfpg/s640/page2.jpg" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve at Milk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2N_BGpRwI/AAAAAAAAQ3I/dsGO_1t5qGU/s1600/DSC02682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2N_BGpRwI/AAAAAAAAQ3I/dsGO_1t5qGU/s640/DSC02682.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I SUPER LOVE THIS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2OFVbNjJI/AAAAAAAAQ3M/YFeaueSXN-0/s1600/DSC02697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2OFVbNjJI/AAAAAAAAQ3M/YFeaueSXN-0/s640/DSC02697.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2O6njo5hI/AAAAAAAAQ3U/m-_mS2-6at0/s1600/DSC02751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2O6njo5hI/AAAAAAAAQ3U/m-_mS2-6at0/s640/DSC02751.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2ON-nyvlI/AAAAAAAAQ3Q/JAijtu_OM5k/s1600/DSC02761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2ON-nyvlI/AAAAAAAAQ3Q/JAijtu_OM5k/s640/DSC02761.JPG" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I admit, I was a total goner that night. Around 1am I was gone already. .__. My very first time puking my guts out at that place and I couldn't breathe. Even though I puked and shit, I STILL KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON. And believe me, MANY WEIRD STUFF HAPPENED. HAHA. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun celebrating New years eve tonight everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Play safe and have a very happy new years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6200013871700808993?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6200013871700808993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6200013871700808993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6200013871700808993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6200013871700808993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/goodbye-2010-i-wont-miss-you.html' title='Goodbye 2010, I won&apos;t miss you.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TR2MRQ0s7JI/AAAAAAAAQ28/w-U6BHJtmtE/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7342134871023965480</id><published>2010-12-25T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:34:18.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Merry Christmas everybody!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk last night. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7342134871023965480?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7342134871023965480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7342134871023965480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7342134871023965480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7342134871023965480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-merry-christmas-everybody-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5595652255161240806</id><published>2010-12-23T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T03:20:16.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday, I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes.</title><content type='html'>Currently really addicted to this song called I'm Coming Home by P Diddy featuring Skylar Grey. Don't know where these girls come from in various songs by various artists, but their voices are always superb! (Ok I just googled, Skylar Grey helped wrote Love The Way You Lie O.O!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, the weather has been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I don't even need to on the aircond for 4 days in a row now cause it's already so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI7PR6BO7I/AAAAAAAAQ2g/XcfJqvo3yMU/s1600/69773_126880190708452_100001594146532_186706_3573185_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI7PR6BO7I/AAAAAAAAQ2g/XcfJqvo3yMU/s640/69773_126880190708452_100001594146532_186706_3573185_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the class photo. How come I am the only retarded looking one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI7QiF3hoI/AAAAAAAAQ2k/fO0BMxgMUJo/s1600/101222-151813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI7QiF3hoI/AAAAAAAAQ2k/fO0BMxgMUJo/s640/101222-151813.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the apartment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Wow. I went for a swim today and it was ice cold which was, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI-mUhSC9I/AAAAAAAAQ2s/Da4TK4yEES8/s1600/DSC02613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI-mUhSC9I/AAAAAAAAQ2s/Da4TK4yEES8/s640/DSC02613.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;36 means "I will remember our romantic moments"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;You have no idea how heavy it is. Haha. Lets see how long will my flowers last this time, will take extra good care of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Funny story how I received this, surprise plan semi-failed. I'm kinda lazy to elaborate now so I'll edit this another day. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5595652255161240806?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5595652255161240806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5595652255161240806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5595652255161240806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5595652255161240806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-rain-wash-away-all-pain-of.html' title='Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday, I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TRI7PR6BO7I/AAAAAAAAQ2g/XcfJqvo3yMU/s72-c/69773_126880190708452_100001594146532_186706_3573185_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7489916060077996170</id><published>2010-12-19T01:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:04:50.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Personally, I do not like to shop for presents. So hard to figure out what to buy for everybody! Especially for the MALES. Rawr. Anyway, I'm so sad that we're gonna finish watching season 2 of &lt;i&gt;Lie To Me&lt;/i&gt; already. And my laptop doesn't support the files to watch Season 3 along with a whole lot of other downloaded movies(around 50 of them?!) This sucks!!! Should have gotten a Mac while I had the chance. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;who shops in &lt;u style="color: blue;"&gt;Time Square&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been there in years, I remember Leanne and I went for the indoor theme park and sat the roller coaster numerous times when we were young. :P And I thought it was some serious lala place when Ming, Charls, Phang Meng and I went for the arcade and that was the last time I've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has changed completely, so many clothes to buy! From the looks of it, they look like they're imported from Bangkok and the prices are the same! RM35 is the max most expensive for a piece of clothing. :O The standard price I saw was probably RM25. I guess I'll be going Time Square quite often now, the choices of food there is also a thumbs up. So manyyyyy. 9 floors, what do ya expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQziJn_9U8I/AAAAAAAAQ2U/yvaO_RZg_j4/s1600/page3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQziJn_9U8I/AAAAAAAAQ2U/yvaO_RZg_j4/s640/page3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cong's surprise!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQzjY0z9iSI/AAAAAAAAQ2Y/rF08BmCRDD0/s1600/DSC02558.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQzjY0z9iSI/AAAAAAAAQ2Y/rF08BmCRDD0/s640/DSC02558.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda failed cause he saw us outside his house trying to get in his gate and he already suspected when his mum was being all mysterious. Haha! Check out his trademark shirt on the left picture, he wore it the other way around. *slaps head* Got him 2 tops from TopShop which I think was a really good idea because he seems to wear sohai t shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year must be pants! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQzgzB-EWeI/AAAAAAAAQ2Q/Rb--OV11TdI/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQzgzB-EWeI/AAAAAAAAQ2Q/Rb--OV11TdI/s640/page.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So tell me,&lt;br /&gt;does this look like roti canai, eggs, or pancakes? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be pancakes! But it tasted like roti canai. Failed x100000. This SMARTASS put too much flour and baking powder and the instructions didn't write milk and yet he poured some in it. Wasted our time grocery shopping. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQzk2sEfctI/AAAAAAAAQ2c/6vXRYGxVQDY/s1600/page1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQzk2sEfctI/AAAAAAAAQ2c/6vXRYGxVQDY/s640/page1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marcus birthday at Ovo.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Kinda weird laah, soooooo many guys there. O.O&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I guess he really died that night because he drank so much whisky, lambo, shots, beer? He was talking damn alot of cock and whining at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH,&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY MUST CHECK OUT THIS SUPERB CAFE CALLED &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;BACKOFEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They have an outlet at Taylors Lakeside(which is a super chun college!) and another one in Hartamas. It's Australian and the food is a tad bit salty but it's still really good. And, it's super CHEAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7489916060077996170?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7489916060077996170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7489916060077996170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7489916060077996170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7489916060077996170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/personally-i-do-not-like-to-shop-for.html' title='Birthdays Birthdays'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQziJn_9U8I/AAAAAAAAQ2U/yvaO_RZg_j4/s72-c/page3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-4456553039629844538</id><published>2010-12-16T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T01:14:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could my mum say No to.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2SpRqN8I/AAAAAAAAQ2E/bPzwsOZBZf0/s1600/sheeba%2527s+pups.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2SpRqN8I/AAAAAAAAQ2E/bPzwsOZBZf0/s640/sheeba%2527s+pups.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2UN1S_wI/AAAAAAAAQ2I/c-fPKuqN9KA/s1600/sheeba%2527s+pups2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2UN1S_wI/AAAAAAAAQ2I/c-fPKuqN9KA/s640/sheeba%2527s+pups2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THIS.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2VjDNK1I/AAAAAAAAQ2M/bTxBWVyahk0/s1600/sheeba%2527s+pups3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2VjDNK1I/AAAAAAAAQ2M/bTxBWVyahk0/s640/sheeba%2527s+pups3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THISSS.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-__________________________________________________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rottweiler mix with Golden Retriever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it only costs RM500.&lt;br /&gt;My sister offered to get my mum one to keep her company since next year... it's going to be a really lonely year for her. And one of my dog is dying already because she's just too old. And the other one is getting older too. But she was like, '' &lt;i&gt;No, I don't want it. I don't want the responsibility. &lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please try to talk some sense into her? Please?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-4456553039629844538?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4456553039629844538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=4456553039629844538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4456553039629844538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4456553039629844538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-could-my-mum-say-no-to.html' title='How could my mum say No to.............'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQj2SpRqN8I/AAAAAAAAQ2E/bPzwsOZBZf0/s72-c/sheeba%2527s+pups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-807831278360051498</id><published>2010-12-12T02:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:15:49.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets not go too far, stay close to my heart.</title><content type='html'>Just showered and am feeling exhausted as hell and yet it feels sooo good to be sooo tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today has been a really fruitful day, I feel so healthy!&lt;/u&gt; Even though............. yeah, a lot of people has been telling me I've gained weight for the past few weeks. &lt;i&gt;Ma de&lt;/i&gt;, it's kind of hurtful but okay, whatever, I love food okay? And it's the holidays, I'm free to eat as much as I please. Peoples words don't really affect me much until I would really cut down on all the food I'm consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Nuh uh, NO.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NO WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, am gonna be feeling much more healthier tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. :D&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully.. I'll finally have the chance and guts to ask bout.. something I've been wanting to ask for a few days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQPBajtEJhI/AAAAAAAAQ2A/elbvc10xyvc/s1600/page2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQPBajtEJhI/AAAAAAAAQ2A/elbvc10xyvc/s640/page2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet this adorable looking bean bag.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Named Bugsy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's Bugsy's first time out of the house all the way from Kajang and since his owner is in Singapore staying in that new fancy hotel (which I DON'T EVEN WANNA SAY THE NAME), partying his ass off like right now until tomorrow morning(-.-), I've been sleeping and taking care of it for the past few days. It's so comfy I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUMBER PARTAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;Goddamn it. I'm still pretty sad I didn't make it to Singapore for&lt;span style="background-color: #f1c232;"&gt; Zouk Out.&lt;/span&gt; EVEN THOUGH I had the cash ready and the green light to go. All I needed was the transport, ticket, and company. But... everything just canceled in the end. I thought it was gonna be my first rave party........ :( And I wanted to see David Guetta and Tiesto! And party in my bikini! And get drunk! On the beach! ALL NIGHT LONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, maybe going back to Singapore so soon might not be a good idea with all the recent memories there.. hmm. To YOU KNOW WHO reading this, free drinks for me from you one of these days alright. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-807831278360051498?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/807831278360051498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=807831278360051498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/807831278360051498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/807831278360051498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-not-go-too-far-stay-close-to-my.html' title='Lets not go too far, stay close to my heart.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQPBajtEJhI/AAAAAAAAQ2A/elbvc10xyvc/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2272835705593939581</id><published>2010-12-10T01:58:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T02:30:35.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause there's nothing about you I would change.</title><content type='html'>Been wanting to have a proper post but just somehow did not have the mood to do so at the same time for a while now. Would like to rant for a short while, just a teeeeny while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know this prick from college who likes to brag a lot. And believe me when I say &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;. o.O And God knows how much I detest braggers but I still tolerated him because despite his bragness, he's a nice enough guy I suppose.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I try to find something to love in everybody, even if its a small thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So, every story he tells me has gone into an ear and out the other. But I actually believed him when he bragged bout how good his tests scores were and all that for the entire bloody semester, how stuuuuuuupid of me. I mean, he failed his whatever in Taylors(I told you, info went in an ear and out the other) before he came to Mufy anyway so I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN. :\ Now I finally know it's actually really bad until he can't get in to Monash. HA!! Just the thought of his smug face when we were squabbling bout results just makes me want to spit on his face now. Very high and mighty now huh? (Because he is very sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, speaking of results..&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I did not do as well as the first semester and I was actually really disappointed in myself. My results are quite pissifying because I just missed one or two marks to get a higher grade and I could have done &lt;u&gt;better&lt;/u&gt;. But overall, I have 2HDs and 2Ds, and that would be 319 points altogether so it's more than enough for me to get into &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Monash, Caulfield&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family seems to be really happy bout my results.. I was only worried bout my dad but he was so happy too. Jie jie going to spend me lunch or dinner one of these days and momma offered to get anything I want from the Philippines which is where she's at right now. What is there to get from there anyway? Nothing right. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I'm no longer disappointed and I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQESbUqApsI/AAAAAAAAQ1k/wMVT3J98fsY/s1600/69695_10150333978510790_598295789_16124594_2029202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQESbUqApsI/AAAAAAAAQ1k/wMVT3J98fsY/s640/69695_10150333978510790_598295789_16124594_2029202_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realized have been spending a lot of time with him lately :) Going out in the afternoons and then back at my place to either play mahjong or watch movies or series(LIE TO ME!!) until the wee weeeee hours. This karaoke moment was pretty random, it was after our late movie at the Gardens and somehow ended up loitering around Giza Mall then stumbled across this new place which I remembered Khairil told me bout it and promised to bring me before, so we went to give it a try. A bit lala lah but which karaoke place is not lala? Lol It's kinda cheap by the way. So I encourage you guys to give it a try&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; if you really love singing as much as we do&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He was singing I don't want to miss a thing by Aerosmith which I &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; recorded. But a promise is a promise, will not post it up as much as I want to. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEUiaPWeTI/AAAAAAAAQ1s/8r8SUdIOOVo/s1600/DSC02455.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEUiaPWeTI/AAAAAAAAQ1s/8r8SUdIOOVo/s640/DSC02455.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other day, when Ming was a monster LOOL. That's her designer by the way. She seems very ke ai. Finally, someone as ke ai as me. ^.'^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQETBlygAsI/AAAAAAAAQ1o/CHlLt7pK8Wg/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQETBlygAsI/AAAAAAAAQ1o/CHlLt7pK8Wg/s640/page.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;CZ came along too to meet my best friend for the first time, of course.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEWNEOj6rI/AAAAAAAAQ1w/D3mIV5VKNF8/s1600/154116_10150138650649741_531814740_7959794_859101_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEWNEOj6rI/AAAAAAAAQ1w/D3mIV5VKNF8/s640/154116_10150138650649741_531814740_7959794_859101_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh, heritage row. (which was kind of boring to be honest lol)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEWnuNSK7I/AAAAAAAAQ10/ydodH0iSnOc/s1600/IMG00255-20101208-1628.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEWnuNSK7I/AAAAAAAAQ10/ydodH0iSnOc/s640/IMG00255-20101208-1628.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Narnia in 3D! he was trying to give the OMG look which would look more visible in other pictures but I look even shitter in those other pictures and it's MY blog so I get to choose to post the nicer version of me even though it's not very nice because my fringe looks funny but it's still better than the others. Ok, I talk too much.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I still cannot believe Jackie and RY smoked in the cinema by the way. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was a bit &lt;i&gt;jakun&lt;/i&gt; with the 3D glasses because I've not watched any 3D movies in the longest time. If the movie had a 2D one instead that day I would still be thinking 3D glasses still suck because I wouldn't even consider for one second to watch a 3D no matter how nice the effects are going to be. (I think it's a waste of $$ and it gives me a headache) Anyway, I was shock to see that the glasses are so updated now. No more cheap plastic which falls off your face every 5 seconds, this is real big hard plastic now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Out of the movies I've watched this holiday, I'd say &lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Narnia&lt;/span&gt; was the best&lt;/b&gt;. The best was still part I and II but hey, this third one is pretty good too! Their imagination is w.i.l.d. Always liked that show because of the HUGE FLUFFY BEAUTIFULLL LION, Azlan and the music. The music always makes me cry because ... I don't know.. it's hard to explain. I somehow feel proud of them being so heroic when I hear their trademark music. IT'S TOUCHING. Oh and in Narnia world, &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;mermaids&lt;/span&gt; exist. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEfHebUzDI/AAAAAAAAQ14/Lyke1FrCAvE/s1600/DSC02422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEfHebUzDI/AAAAAAAAQ14/Lyke1FrCAvE/s640/DSC02422.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night we got really really really very drunk.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEfVsObb0I/AAAAAAAAQ18/2l_F2Y7YGpY/s1600/DSC02424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQEfVsObb0I/AAAAAAAAQ18/2l_F2Y7YGpY/s640/DSC02424.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at her poking his ear -.- bet she doesnt remember doing THAT!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I haven't been this drunk since....... since last year when I PUKED ON THE HIGHWAY. Well, Waisum and I seriously both goners that night.. it was pure torture to go through all the puking and headaches. My very expensive japanese meal before that a total waste since it all came out at the end of the night LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;basically my holidays are filled with movies, lunches, dinners, mahjong, etc. It's not much.. but am spending time with people whom I love. (: the best part is, getting more than enough sleep. (sleep at 5am, wake up at 3pm. Feels SO GOOD.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2272835705593939581?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2272835705593939581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2272835705593939581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2272835705593939581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2272835705593939581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/been-wanting-to-have-proper-post-but.html' title='Cause there&apos;s nothing about you I would change.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TQESbUqApsI/AAAAAAAAQ1k/wMVT3J98fsY/s72-c/69695_10150333978510790_598295789_16124594_2029202_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8350408280975922752</id><published>2010-12-09T15:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:31:56.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPZ8eNZnN2I/AAAAAAAAQ1E/SsTkN5om3Dg/s1600/z212482286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPZ8eNZnN2I/AAAAAAAAQ1E/SsTkN5om3Dg/s640/z212482286.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken pieces as long as I lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8350408280975922752?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8350408280975922752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8350408280975922752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8350408280975922752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8350408280975922752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-never-one-to-patiently-pick-up.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPZ8eNZnN2I/AAAAAAAAQ1E/SsTkN5om3Dg/s72-c/z212482286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8921646741913804153</id><published>2010-12-08T02:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T03:00:26.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you love, not what loves you. That's something I learned a long time ago. (:</title><content type='html'>Results are out...... today. At 12pm. :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8921646741913804153?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8921646741913804153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8921646741913804153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8921646741913804153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8921646741913804153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-what-you-love-not-what-loves.html' title='You are what you love, not what loves you. That&apos;s something I learned a long time ago. (:'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6800739395881987902</id><published>2010-12-05T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:26:04.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for accepting me for me.</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;White Flag by Far East Movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melancholic days are over for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;It's too early to say, but I think it's suppose to feel like this. Not a strong desire, and not weak either. It's .. neutral and it's a very very nice feeling. That's all I'm gonna say for that for now. It just struck me today that I feel blessed to have met the nicest people around. Even the ones that I'm not saying are my best friends but they are still nice people. Good people, in fact.. No funny business, Not those with nonsense-attitude-only-care-for-themselves type of people. They're mostly how you say... thoughtful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;the oldest and closest friends are and always will be my number #1.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda banda is having her holidays! Which ends.. well, today. But I spent quite a number of days with her liao woohoo. CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2NB_bO2I/AAAAAAAAQ1I/_--gfiVFckQ/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2NB_bO2I/AAAAAAAAQ1I/_--gfiVFckQ/s640/page.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2Rz_ioeI/AAAAAAAAQ1Q/bu5nlYjjq4c/s1600/page2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2Rz_ioeI/AAAAAAAAQ1Q/bu5nlYjjq4c/s640/page2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at Twenty One, Changkat.&lt;br /&gt;headed to Desa Park City to camwhore some more and talk.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice night, we should do it more often !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPuq32LUnNI/AAAAAAAAQ1Y/gbkroUArTts/s1600/page6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPuq32LUnNI/AAAAAAAAQ1Y/gbkroUArTts/s640/page6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everybody should go check their&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Chocolate Molten &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; Oreo Cheesecake &lt;/span&gt;out. It &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; to die forrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Super sinful.I honestly don't mind going there anytime to just eat these two desserts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2T3dDH9I/AAAAAAAAQ1U/ulhDi56a3ac/s1600/page3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2T3dDH9I/AAAAAAAAQ1U/ulhDi56a3ac/s640/page3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pavillion. love the middle picture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPurx6DKsSI/AAAAAAAAQ1c/POasIwFH6l8/s1600/DSC02448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPurx6DKsSI/AAAAAAAAQ1c/POasIwFH6l8/s640/DSC02448.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tell you ah, out of the 6 years Ive known her this was the first time I was truly afraid of her.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The funniest thing was.. I asked her to try to scare some kids after the show was over. Kids and toilet workers to be exact, by looking down and suddenly tilting her head up to give the stare and smile. But no one was scared. The workers even laughed and gave the thumbs up! And when she did it to me in the toilet, I FREAKED OUT. Zhalandou, I'm a pussy. Scared of my best friend. And by the way, that make up was really hard to remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPus8TM7jKI/AAAAAAAAQ1g/aqXI3uRTjHk/s1600/155623_10150331579855790_598295789_16080063_4151110_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPus8TM7jKI/AAAAAAAAQ1g/aqXI3uRTjHk/s640/155623_10150331579855790_598295789_16080063_4151110_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every Sunday is actually swimming day now.&lt;br /&gt;But today, she freaking asked to go to the gym and we worked out for a solid hour before we went swimming. I actually felt 10 pounds lighter but just came back from a heavy dinner at the Gardens. They had nice Taiwanese food there, go early though cause it's very pack all the time! My legs damn wobbly now and I'm damn tired, I go sleep first bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6800739395881987902?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6800739395881987902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6800739395881987902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6800739395881987902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6800739395881987902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-for-accepting-me-for-me.html' title='Thank you for accepting me for me.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPp2NB_bO2I/AAAAAAAAQ1I/_--gfiVFckQ/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-658395115827627153</id><published>2010-12-01T03:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:26:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've already got my eyes on...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPSah_IUDoI/AAAAAAAAQ04/8QpU0ILEoyo/s1600/canon-s95-flash-image-500%25C3%2597333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPSah_IUDoI/AAAAAAAAQ04/8QpU0ILEoyo/s640/canon-s95-flash-image-500%25C3%2597333.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPSaldbvk0I/AAAAAAAAQ08/O2Ky2s2jUHo/s1600/back-1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="380" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPSaldbvk0I/AAAAAAAAQ08/O2Ky2s2jUHo/s640/back-1200.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider lesson learned the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer seek a touch screen camera with pretty colours. As much I want another red camera because well, RED IS JUST LOVE LAH. But it's the functions that matter. I love the little shutter that pops out. I love the size. I love the colours in the pictures when it turns out. It's actually pretty damn good. Basically I went to practically every camera shop in One U and Pyramid and Uptown to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPZxClDfPII/AAAAAAAAQ1A/s6-YUAZhCBA/s1600/panasonic-lumix-lx5-xl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPZxClDfPII/AAAAAAAAQ1A/s6-YUAZhCBA/s640/panasonic-lumix-lx5-xl.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been hotly debated whether that Canon S95 or this Lumix LX 5 is better. They both recently just launched at the same time, which is bout.. roughly 3 months ago. And honestly? I think they're both good. Even though the range of LX 5 is slightly higher than S95, it is the same range as Canon G12. It's bigger in size and I don't really know lah, it's almost the same as S95. And as I quote one of the camera man, '&lt;i style="background-color: #e69138;"&gt;they're both selling like hot cakes!&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know which one to get. &lt;br /&gt;They're both good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is.....&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the balls to ask my dads permission to get one. Because I think we have been spending so much recently and I really don't feel good wasting anymore money.(I shouldn't have bought those beautiful pair of over priced heels today @ Pavilion too *slaps myself*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt;, my stupid dumb bitch of a maid spoiled our fringe because she left the freezer open for 4 hours(!!) and we just spent RM2000 on getting a new one. This is essential I suppose. And you have no idea how much I want to slaughter my maid for that. To top it off, spent on some immigration shit for wanting to transfer her back to Cambodia too. Which failed big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/b&gt;, my sisters new apartment needs renovation and build-in closets and stuff, so buying the apartment + everything else costs a big BIG BIG bunch already. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Thirdly&lt;/b&gt;, me, mummy and one of my sister are going to the States at the end of the year for a week to visit my grandma and grandpa. Airplane tickets already cost a bomb lah and expenses and all that is really expensive too. And duh, we would definitely go shopping there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: magenta;"&gt;Fourthly&lt;/b&gt;, my education next year for university............... Need not to say more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Fifthly&lt;/b&gt;, aircond services for all our 4 airconds at home was not cheap either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a &lt;b&gt;sixthly&lt;/b&gt;....? If I can get my hands on those Zoukout tickets, I'll be going to Singapore to paaaaaaarty. And my dad likes to rant on how expensive Singapore is getting.. blah blah. He agreed to let me go though. The only thing I need to do is get my hands on those darn tickets ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I should have just started on finding a job the minute my exams ended so I could earn at least some money instead of lazing around. :( So, the only thing I can do now is pray and pray and pray to have good results which is coming out in a week. DAMN SCARED FISHBALLS MAN. At least my dad would be happy and content and&lt;i&gt; maybe&lt;/i&gt; he would offer a reward.&lt;br /&gt;Which I highly DOUBT SO. (For both the good results and reward offer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or or better yet, I get good results -&amp;gt; I get to go Monash -&amp;gt; I get to ask for a going away present ! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No harm praying.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR ME PEOPLE, PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-658395115827627153?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/658395115827627153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=658395115827627153&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/658395115827627153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/658395115827627153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-already-got-my-eyes-on.html' title='I&apos;ve already got my eyes on...........'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPSah_IUDoI/AAAAAAAAQ04/8QpU0ILEoyo/s72-c/canon-s95-flash-image-500%25C3%2597333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-9030640788337410683</id><published>2010-11-28T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T14:25:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me, Mummy and Manda in Malacca. :)</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;The Big Bang by Rock Mafia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in all the years of road tripping, my camera was not needed! Because Ming brought along the most awesomést camera ever. A Canon G11(is it?) or something like that. It's time for a new camera of my own.. Sony just sucks so much. Whenever I snap, it offs by itself. -.-" But I still can't decide which one is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lumix or Canon ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was pretty alright.&amp;nbsp; Honestly, it would be so much easier to have a personal driver to drive down and around town though, parking is a bitch over there. Well there is nothing much to do in Malacca except eat eat eat, so ate ate ate we did then. And my aunt provided us the accommodation at her place with a nice garden which we camwhored like crazy in. :D Oh out of the times I've been to Malacca, that was by the far the trip down with the hottest weather ever! It was crazy hot. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contrasted the colour of the pictures so it looks so much betterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO6zy9VS2kI/AAAAAAAAQ0U/Ji4882Pgo1A/s1600/page.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO6zy9VS2kI/AAAAAAAAQ0U/Ji4882Pgo1A/s640/page.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO62vgqetSI/AAAAAAAAQ0Y/376xaJBiACM/s1600/page2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO62vgqetSI/AAAAAAAAQ0Y/376xaJBiACM/s640/page2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO62yI3i52I/AAAAAAAAQ0c/A41nBls-5Kk/s1600/page3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO62yI3i52I/AAAAAAAAQ0c/A41nBls-5Kk/s640/page3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha mummmmmm.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPCCMuWa_iI/AAAAAAAAQ0g/9P7Nr_dwNUM/s1600/page4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPCCMuWa_iI/AAAAAAAAQ0g/9P7Nr_dwNUM/s640/page4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TPCFoFDhTYI/AAAAAAAAQ00/qowUBbabbzs/s640/page7.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satay celup *drools*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, heading out to swimming on a lazy Sunday afternoon yet again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Laterz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-9030640788337410683?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/9030640788337410683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=9030640788337410683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/9030640788337410683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/9030640788337410683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-me-mummy-and-manda-in-malacca.html' title='Just Me, Mummy and Manda in Malacca. :)'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TO6zy9VS2kI/AAAAAAAAQ0U/Ji4882Pgo1A/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-254774291428898542</id><published>2010-11-23T03:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T17:58:55.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying up until I see the sun come up again tends to create a lapse in my memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOuPrFJIqTI/AAAAAAAAQ0M/LwoZj2NhsL4/s1600/148627_463713462105_595382105_5760264_8025306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Grenade by Bruno Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love the holidays, it can be pretty damn boring at times. I feel so......... LIFELESS especially at this hour, when I can't sleep, because I am so used to sleeping at 5am. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm at home now, only tv shows entertain me and nothing else. Thank god Kenny and I paid a visit to Borders the other day, so now I have a few new storybooks too. But besides these two options.. there's really nothing much to do at home actually. And neither is going out. I mean, what do people do when they go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already watched practically every show there is showing in the &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;cinemas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;already..Harry Potter, Megamind, etc. &lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;shopped&lt;/i&gt; today with Julian at Sungai Wang and honestly? Shopping only burns a huge hole in my pockets so I cannot really do that. Can't believe I'm saying this but I'd rather spend them on alcohol and food instead.&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;i style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;yumcha&lt;/i&gt; ed so many times it's becoming boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, what to do?!! Everything doesn't satisfy my boredom. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;IT'S TIME I SHOW YOU SOME UGLY PICTURES, IT'S KINDA FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP5FJFTyI/AAAAAAAAQ0I/V0d1SdD_7Hs/s1600/155176_463702702105_595382105_5760072_6653814_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP5FJFTyI/AAAAAAAAQ0I/V0d1SdD_7Hs/s640/155176_463702702105_595382105_5760072_6653814_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Firstly, I look super greedy with that drumstick and Chee Zhen looks like a girl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP2EIr7LI/AAAAAAAAQ0A/IaCQVq3pZKE/s1600/75174_463706352105_595382105_5760162_7008305_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP3xv8mvI/AAAAAAAAQ0E/G3tUuQ4d0oQ/s1600/150306_463694147105_595382105_5759870_1990012_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP3xv8mvI/AAAAAAAAQ0E/G3tUuQ4d0oQ/s400/150306_463694147105_595382105_5759870_1990012_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secondly, I look like I'm not wearing pants here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP0sbNQHI/AAAAAAAAQz8/g3lVKNOZJOo/s1600/74501_463703342105_595382105_5760091_1562487_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP0sbNQHI/AAAAAAAAQz8/g3lVKNOZJOo/s400/74501_463703342105_595382105_5760091_1562487_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just hideous. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOuP0x5sToI/AAAAAAAAQ0Q/FJ6htRcsj2s/s1600/154197_463707857105_595382105_5760189_6090772_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOuP0x5sToI/AAAAAAAAQ0Q/FJ6htRcsj2s/s640/154197_463707857105_595382105_5760189_6090772_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP5FJFTyI/AAAAAAAAQ0I/V0d1SdD_7Hs/s1600/155176_463702702105_595382105_5760072_6653814_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOuPrFJIqTI/AAAAAAAAQ0M/LwoZj2NhsL4/s640/148627_463713462105_595382105_5760264_8025306_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay I like this.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg la, so many more ugly ones, all damn fail.&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting night.. probably the tastiest bbq I've ever had and it was kinda funny when everyone played drinking games. And we should have taken pictures when we were lying down on the steps in the playground which was super eerie cause it was in the wee hours and it was dark and there were so many mosquitoes but it was still... kinda nice. Ok, talking too much. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-&lt;br /&gt;Oh I was laughing half asleep when I read this in the morning, we were actually saying let's do all the stuff Katy Perry sang in her Last Friday Night song the night before. And this &lt;i&gt;girl&lt;/i&gt; damn free went home and really read and commented on the lines. It's damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;here's a stranger in my bed, (people you met for a day counts?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a pounding my head (duh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glitter all over the room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pink flamingos in the pool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I smell like a minibar (we always smell like minibar)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DJ's passed out in the yard (hahaha, we must get sean beazzie drunk LOL) &lt;/i&gt;--&amp;gt; WTF IMPOSSIBLE, WE'LL BE WASTING A TONS OF MONEY TO DO THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barbie's on the barbeque (are we considered as barbies? LOL) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a hickie or a bruise (yes, not necessary high right?) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pictures of last night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eended up online&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm screwed (haha our make out picture)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a black top blur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I'm pretty sure it ruled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Friday night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah we danced on tabletops (we should do this one day i swear but we'll look like sluts :/)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we took too many shots (i did that la)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think we kissed but I forgot (nope, did you?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Friday night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah we maxed our credit cards (haha use up your dad's credit card perhaps LOL)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And got kicked out of the bar (we literally did-_-)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we hit the boulevard (can go to your house garden LOL) &lt;/i&gt;---&amp;gt;&amp;gt; LMAOOO!!!!!!!!&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Friday night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We went streaking in the park &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skinny dipping in the dark ( we should try it some day at night)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then had a menage a trois (wth, hell no. too much)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last Friday night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah I think we broke the law (50% only, we have to do the whole list)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always say we're gonna stop-op&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoa-oh-oah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Friday night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do it all again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This Friday night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do it all again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trying to connect the dots&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know what to tell my boss (not working)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think the city towed my car (hahahaha, don't want later must pay summon hahahahah)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chandelier is on the floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With my favorite party dress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warrants out for my arrest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think I need a ginger ale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That was such an epic fail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-254774291428898542?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/254774291428898542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=254774291428898542&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/254774291428898542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/254774291428898542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_23.html' title='Staying up until I see the sun come up again tends to create a lapse in my memory.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOrP5FJFTyI/AAAAAAAAQ0I/V0d1SdD_7Hs/s72-c/155176_463702702105_595382105_5760072_6653814_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6408953689444313403</id><published>2010-11-20T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:24:17.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't expect too much from something you're not even sure of.</title><content type='html'>I reformatted my laptop 2 times already but my problem is still here. At first, it goes away then after awhile, it's back. What the hell is this. Spent half an hour with Dell guy on the phone the other day for nothing, I give up already. I demand for a new one! It's still under warranty! Ok I will try to reformat again after I'm done with this but if it still happens, I'm &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; demanding for one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice, quiet and great night out with &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Cong&lt;/span&gt; @ Alexis. The rain was a plus too!&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've truly missed them. Same old same old bitch mode super on tonight until we forgot to take a picture together. -.-" And Zi cong was freaking bitching/laughing/story telling so loudly as usual and there were a bunch of ang mohs beside our table. Omg, what would they think of us locals man LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOawtr71cJI/AAAAAAAAQz0/bNJucgBjas4/s1600/73799_459871742793_723212793_5811004_3525548_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOawtr71cJI/AAAAAAAAQz0/bNJucgBjas4/s640/73799_459871742793_723212793_5811004_3525548_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is blur and I look like shit and my tummy is showing after the super yummy dinner I had, but it's &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Mengpei&lt;/span&gt;! And I've missed her too. I miss a lot of people actually.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Here's a mail I found very touching. Something to do with the pencils being us, and the erasers are our parents and all that. It has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil: I'm sorry....&lt;br /&gt;Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.&lt;br /&gt;Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6408953689444313403?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6408953689444313403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6408953689444313403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6408953689444313403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6408953689444313403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-expect-too-much-from-something.html' title='Don&apos;t expect too much from something you&apos;re not even sure of.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TOawtr71cJI/AAAAAAAAQz0/bNJucgBjas4/s72-c/73799_459871742793_723212793_5811004_3525548_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1583579314532600301</id><published>2010-11-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:38:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't want the night to come to an end.</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;When I say that something&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please say to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me be your man&lt;br /&gt;And please say to me&lt;br /&gt;You'll let me hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I touch you I feel happy inside&lt;br /&gt;It's such a feeling that my love&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really really sweet song originated from The Beatles and was also sung by Glee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1583579314532600301?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1583579314532600301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1583579314532600301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1583579314532600301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1583579314532600301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-want-night-to-come-to-end.html' title='I didn&apos;t want the night to come to an end.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-547696256446069993</id><published>2010-11-14T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:22:28.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不再回來了</title><content type='html'>Ever lost friends along the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Too many. But I've learned way long ago to move  on and accept the  facts in life. Instead of dwelling on the past, think  of it as a gift.  That the people who are gone never deserved to be your  friends in the  first place or you could say, to be in your life. And  they're gone now,  so woohoo! It applies to those who have drifted away  too. It just  shows that friendship just wasn't strong enough. You can  think that way  of me too, whatever. If it makes you feel any better.  Because we're  bound to lose more friends along the way anyway. Start  learning to be  strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61iJe2qOI/AAAAAAAAQzY/zF4J558q9rw/s1600/Mist+12th+Nov+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61iJe2qOI/AAAAAAAAQzY/zF4J558q9rw/s640/Mist+12th+Nov+2010.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN60s-JC7BI/AAAAAAAAQzE/ExS1wJTlgvM/s1600/DSC02306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN60s-JC7BI/AAAAAAAAQzE/ExS1wJTlgvM/s640/DSC02306.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN602fEhxwI/AAAAAAAAQzI/Y_Q5qInhqWc/s1600/DSC02324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61Mq9kRmI/AAAAAAAAQzU/YEamOnlY1s4/s1600/DSC02354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61Mq9kRmI/AAAAAAAAQzU/YEamOnlY1s4/s640/DSC02354.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN602fEhxwI/AAAAAAAAQzI/Y_Q5qInhqWc/s1600/DSC02324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN602fEhxwI/AAAAAAAAQzI/Y_Q5qInhqWc/s640/DSC02324.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kin Loong has this tendency to show up whenever he's not wanted LOL!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN63K7LyQXI/AAAAAAAAQzg/of5pgpcFq5c/s1600/DSC02361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN63K7LyQXI/AAAAAAAAQzg/of5pgpcFq5c/s640/DSC02361.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN63FFh--YI/AAAAAAAAQzc/y1c-OJ06HlU/s1600/Mist+12th+Nov+20101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN63FFh--YI/AAAAAAAAQzc/y1c-OJ06HlU/s640/Mist+12th+Nov+20101.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I super like this!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61HYewzmI/AAAAAAAAQzQ/S9r6_Q6JtKk/s1600/DSC02352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61HYewzmI/AAAAAAAAQzQ/S9r6_Q6JtKk/s640/DSC02352.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone said I look like a monkey. I guess he just doesn't wanna admit it's cute ;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN66017TriI/AAAAAAAAQzw/6VKT4YeMPs8/s1600/DSC02398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN66017TriI/AAAAAAAAQzw/6VKT4YeMPs8/s640/DSC02398.JPG" width="416" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61BxuA__I/AAAAAAAAQzM/ycTHXAnHWfU/s1600/DSC02344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61BxuA__I/AAAAAAAAQzM/ycTHXAnHWfU/s640/DSC02344.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super like this too! I love my hair!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was a good night even though we didn't have *erhem*. But it was still fun! I danced until.. I almost fainted. No joke, I was just too tired! Fell down, as usual and this time it left a big mark on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your weekend? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-547696256446069993?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/547696256446069993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=547696256446069993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/547696256446069993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/547696256446069993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='不再回來了'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TN61iJe2qOI/AAAAAAAAQzY/zF4J558q9rw/s72-c/Mist+12th+Nov+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-4631419429812691091</id><published>2010-11-11T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T02:24:53.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Little Liars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNraFFcqytI/AAAAAAAAQy8/TfnwnNe0nvo/s1600/Pretty-Little-Liars-Cast-ABC-Family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNraFFcqytI/AAAAAAAAQy8/TfnwnNe0nvo/s640/Pretty-Little-Liars-Cast-ABC-Family.jpg" width="512" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new TV series which came out this year. So far, I've only watched 2 episodes but it's pretty good. They really&lt;i&gt; are&lt;/i&gt; pretty! Love the girl on the left, she's half Filipino. ;) And they read To Kill A Mockingbird for english class too. So remind me of college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNraKMHAiDI/AAAAAAAAQzA/Y-od05BBN2s/s1600/pretty_little_liars_image1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyway, just got back from Cheras night market.&lt;br /&gt;It was super duper huge yo. I ate too much! And sort of squabbled with a friend tonight. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really tired today since I woke up early this morning to run to the clinic to get my blood test done. Cipet, the nurse injected me 5 times to try to suck my blood which was so stubborn, didn't wanna come out! Hurt like hell okay, especially when she tried with the back of my palm. She used laughing gas to make it numb but it didn't work and I was so tempted to ask her if I could suck it and make myself high first before she stuck the needle in me again. XD But of course, I did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I forgot to mention,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was karma for me knocking over my dog because the very next day, I almost got banged too. Not me but my car. You know the turning to the left on LDP right before the Puchong toll? The turning to go in Taylors Lakeside campus, or to Sunway if you turn to the right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've never encountered with such a stupid lady before who totally almost banged the front of my car because while we were both turning, she came in to MY lane. Like wtfwtfwtf. BLIND AH? DON'T KNOW HOW TO TURN ON YOUR OWN LANE AH? NEVER EVEN LOOK TO YOUR LEFT OR RIGHT. Too bad she didn't see me, she just heard my 5 seconds hon, and quickly went back to her own lane and straight into Taylors. If only she turned her head, I would very much like to show her my middle finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually drew this for Kenny to see and he understood so I'll show it here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNll4VCpUdI/AAAAAAAAQy4/Gqx_6ui-98U/s1600/ddd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNll4VCpUdI/AAAAAAAAQy4/Gqx_6ui-98U/s640/ddd.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Get it get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-4631419429812691091?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4631419429812691091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=4631419429812691091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4631419429812691091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4631419429812691091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretty-little-liars.html' title='Pretty Little Liars.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNraFFcqytI/AAAAAAAAQy8/TfnwnNe0nvo/s72-c/Pretty-Little-Liars-Cast-ABC-Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-9222386586638907152</id><published>2010-11-09T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:12:01.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unthinkable.</title><content type='html'>I &lt;i&gt;cannot&lt;/i&gt; imagine how will I react if something bad ever happens to my dog, little Pongo. I'd probably cry for weeks, mourning endlessly. I know he won't live forever but just the thought of it now already breaks my heart. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;I rolled over his right leg with the car yesterday afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;Can't remember if I felt a bump but all I heard was a shriek of cry, and the next thing I knew, I saw him limping away from the car. If it was my other blind dog, I understand cause she can't see, but Pongo always knows how to get out of the way whenever we use the car! Why didn't he move this time is a wonder to me and I really can't see him cause he's so small and the CRV is a big car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the days, my mum had to leave to Seremban the very same morning. My sis and dad was at work so I had to call for Aunty Mong's help because Pongo was growling at me when I went over to check him out. I couldn't carry him alone to the vet all by myself! He was giving me the "You banged me, so I hate you" stare and limped away every time I went over to him. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the veterinarian said nothing was broken and I probably just rolled over his paws or something, and he just gave him a jab of painkillers to ease the pain. And&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt; little Pongo cried like a big baby&lt;/span&gt;(which was really heart aching but cute to see), he also started licking my hand after awhile(means he loves me back! Forgave, perhaps?). Such a relieved I tell you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlS1Th3vHI/AAAAAAAAQy0/EFtqHSaGhVU/s1600/IMG00101-20101108-1507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlS1Th3vHI/AAAAAAAAQy0/EFtqHSaGhVU/s640/IMG00101-20101108-1507.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he probably thought we were giving him away or something lol&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Mong and Melvin were lifesavers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I finally got to go lunch with Charls and Eugene.&lt;br /&gt;Watched a  movie called &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;You Again&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite a cute  show. Got hot girl who looks like Megan Fox!! Then it was back to my  place where we ordered in(Canadian pizza which kinda sucked), played  mahjong and watched TV all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlOQWxBWnI/AAAAAAAAQys/P_EalUjVS9o/s1600/DSC02272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlOQWxBWnI/AAAAAAAAQys/P_EalUjVS9o/s640/DSC02272.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Johnny boy and I&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We had lunch at La Bodega. I am so proud of myself because I managed to work my way through Federal Highway from Subang to Bangsar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, John was actually really disappointed that Serena was a no show cause something came up. And that was probably the last time he'll be seeing us because he's going back to Sabah. :( He's just like a mother to me. Was telling me to not go ashtray if I ever go overseas to continue my studies, study hard, hope I'd find a steady boyfriend soon, not to get my heart broken, to take care, wish me all the best etc. He was just going on and on and on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, in return, asked him to not let his girlfriend bully him so much. Hahahaha. XD But eh, it's true. 4 years together and yet she still feels so insecure! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlOVHIZ7MI/AAAAAAAAQyw/oHSlZbgtQhA/s1600/DSC02280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlOVHIZ7MI/AAAAAAAAQyw/oHSlZbgtQhA/s640/DSC02280.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not go out every Friday night to explore KL and find good food along with a movie anymore but we're still trying to find the time for each other. We're best friends after all. It's hard but we're trying. Made plans for just 2 days this month to spend more time together, hope it'll happen though because it .. normally.. doesn't. Oh, I've missed him so! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OII I'M ALREADY FEELING KIND OF BORED WOI.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I will not get a job. Don't even bother suggesting that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-9222386586638907152?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/9222386586638907152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=9222386586638907152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/9222386586638907152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/9222386586638907152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/unthinkable.html' title='The Unthinkable.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlS1Th3vHI/AAAAAAAAQy0/EFtqHSaGhVU/s72-c/IMG00101-20101108-1507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7438094993384668303</id><published>2010-11-08T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:15:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobs vs. Willies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlIuQebBoI/AAAAAAAAQyo/pFWnkJTHxMA/s1600/77075_453872785957_689630957_5581620_4790938_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family is at the dinner table. The son asks his father, 'Dad, how many kind of boobs are there?'&lt;br /&gt;The father, surprised, answers, 'Well son, a woman goes through 3 phases. In her 20s, a woman's boobs are like melons, round and firm. In her 30s to 40s, they are like pears, still nice and hanging a bit. After 50, they are like onions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Onions? '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, you see them and they make you cry.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This infuriated his wife and daughter, so the daughter said, " Mom, how many kinds of 'willies' are there? " The mother, smiles and answers, ''Well dear, a man goes through 3 phases also. In his 20s, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard. In his 30s and 40s, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable. After his 50s, it is like a Christmas tree. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Christmas tree?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_503551966"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_503551967"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY NOT. I laughed too much after reading this one.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures from Friday night. It was a rather happy night. So  much.. ''pole dancing'' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlIuQebBoI/AAAAAAAAQyo/pFWnkJTHxMA/s1600/77075_453872785957_689630957_5581620_4790938_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlIuQebBoI/AAAAAAAAQyo/pFWnkJTHxMA/s640/77075_453872785957_689630957_5581620_4790938_n.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKsacrXRI/AAAAAAAAQyM/XjXvOakChaM/s1600/DSC02224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKsacrXRI/AAAAAAAAQyM/XjXvOakChaM/s640/DSC02224.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKevEfFMI/AAAAAAAAQyE/igzBVEZBc_4/s1600/DSC02208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKevEfFMI/AAAAAAAAQyE/igzBVEZBc_4/s640/DSC02208.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKXgq1oBI/AAAAAAAAQyA/SuEPRTdVKN4/s1600/DSC02204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKXgq1oBI/AAAAAAAAQyA/SuEPRTdVKN4/s640/DSC02204.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKzE5YQyI/AAAAAAAAQyQ/xwCJjl_0sJs/s1600/DSC02231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKzE5YQyI/AAAAAAAAQyQ/xwCJjl_0sJs/s640/DSC02231.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeK4nBsNDI/AAAAAAAAQyU/jrcteCDLvgk/s1600/DSC02239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeK4nBsNDI/AAAAAAAAQyU/jrcteCDLvgk/s640/DSC02239.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKlyOsi5I/AAAAAAAAQyI/msxtOREm79o/s1600/DSC02216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeKlyOsi5I/AAAAAAAAQyI/msxtOREm79o/s640/DSC02216.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday girl! who dances hilariously when shes high.&amp;nbsp; love her to pieces!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLYclXYmI/AAAAAAAAQyY/CYzwbixMWUU/s1600/DSC02242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLYclXYmI/AAAAAAAAQyY/CYzwbixMWUU/s640/DSC02242.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLcJcSYHI/AAAAAAAAQyc/qRO-HxXY_xo/s1600/DSC02248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLcJcSYHI/AAAAAAAAQyc/qRO-HxXY_xo/s640/DSC02248.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLiL8M8lI/AAAAAAAAQyg/QGepmbJRkn4/s1600/DSC02253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLiL8M8lI/AAAAAAAAQyg/QGepmbJRkn4/s640/DSC02253.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLohg7uQI/AAAAAAAAQyk/OHardrmUgrk/s1600/DSC02266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNeLohg7uQI/AAAAAAAAQyk/OHardrmUgrk/s640/DSC02266.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another birthday boy on the right looking totally gone.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;More pictures on Fb!&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go out now. Buhbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7438094993384668303?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7438094993384668303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7438094993384668303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7438094993384668303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7438094993384668303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/boobs-vs-willies.html' title='Boobs vs. Willies'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNlIuQebBoI/AAAAAAAAQyo/pFWnkJTHxMA/s72-c/77075_453872785957_689630957_5581620_4790938_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7591959626199199000</id><published>2010-11-07T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:05:05.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up karipaps.</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Be There by Kat Deluna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm totally free from college, I will blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it though, I'm no longer a college student, how hype is that! No more waking up early or getting stuck in the jam. Honestly, things have been looking up ever since it ended. Everything is going great. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the very same night my exams ended, Sum, Ivan and I flew to have a few rounds of Jagerbombs.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, watched&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt; Takers&lt;/span&gt; which was really good! Paul Walker ftw! And also&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; Life As We Know It&lt;/span&gt; which has my favourite actor in the whole wide world, Josh Duhamel. Ahh, drools. It was pretty funny I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Friday was my soul sisters along with Travis birthday celebration at Mist. Will talk bout that later. Much drama happened after that night please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DYED MY HAIR TOO.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, Sum dyed it for me and it was fun. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNaFmiaea6I/AAAAAAAAQx8/IeFPlUNeTzE/s1600/New+folder2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNaFmiaea6I/AAAAAAAAQx8/IeFPlUNeTzE/s640/New+folder2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before and after!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got difference or nottttt. I haven't dyed my hair since I was 14 so I was pretty excited. Please don't call me lala. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7591959626199199000?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7591959626199199000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7591959626199199000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7591959626199199000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7591959626199199000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-up-karipaps.html' title='Whats up karipaps.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TNaFmiaea6I/AAAAAAAAQx8/IeFPlUNeTzE/s72-c/New+folder2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1306158558112259784</id><published>2010-11-04T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:34:42.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the first page of our story, the future seems so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; bright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And this thing turned out so evil, I don’t know why I’m still&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; surprised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Even angels have their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wicked schemes&lt;/span&gt; and you take death to new extremes.&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll always be my hero, even though you lost your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,&lt;br /&gt;But that’s alright because I like the way it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,&lt;br /&gt;But that’s alright because I love the way you lie,&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie,&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1306158558112259784?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1306158558112259784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1306158558112259784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1306158558112259784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1306158558112259784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-first-page-of-our-story-future-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5865293196616800874</id><published>2010-11-02T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:28:07.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE MORE FINAL PAPER TOMORROW THEN I'M FREE AT 2.45PM.&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5865293196616800874?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5865293196616800874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5865293196616800874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5865293196616800874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5865293196616800874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-more-final-paper-tomorrow-then-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1353571421466961583</id><published>2010-10-28T15:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T18:30:54.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF FINALS DID NOT GO WELL. AT ALL.</title><content type='html'>Í'M SURE ALL THE OTHER STUDENTS WHO SAT FOR TODAY'S PAPER WILL BACK ME UP ON THIS ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I just need to vent. I'm extremely boiled up, depressed, disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sooooo cannot get over the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;that we didn't study. Fuck, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;one of the reasons why I'm so fucking pissed off is because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I studied like a dog &lt;/span&gt;for the past week non stop. I studied okay? Anyone wanna see my face now?! I thought I was well prepared too, was feeling pretty confident yesterday bout today's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything that came out was totally irrelevant to whatever we have been learning this whole fucking semester. It wasn't the format we learned, it was totally different. How the hell are we gonna know how to fucking do it then? Fucking examiner, you think we're all like some professional account know how to do all those meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra what the fuck moment was that, why did a question from Semester 1 came out? I know we're not suppose to forget bout all the work we've learned and all that but still, that was last frigging semester. Of course we would focus more on this semester when there are so much things to memorize already? Wanna put extra work load on us meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU LAAAA FUCKING AUSSIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated cause I didn't know how to do,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; sort of gave up half way&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I gave up. I stoned. Started thinking how this diu paper was gonna pull my grades down. And there was this fucking idiot beside me who couldn't stop asking teacher questions, think bout 20 times, which was fucking annoying. I felt like fucking killing him.  Couldn't stop giving him death glares which I don't think he even fucking noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Sham said this was the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; hardest paper that she has seen&lt;/span&gt; in the 10years  she had been teaching. And yeah, it's pretty unfair isn't it? Am pretty  unlucky to be the one experiencing it, for finals. They better pull the average down if not, I would fucking throw extra fit. Cause I would probably fail if they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just totally spoiled my mood for other papers already and it's only the first paper.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going shopping with Julian later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Screw exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1353571421466961583?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1353571421466961583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1353571421466961583&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1353571421466961583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1353571421466961583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-day-of-finals-did-not-go-well-at.html' title='FIRST DAY OF FINALS DID NOT GO WELL. AT ALL.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8369488286401310274</id><published>2010-10-27T14:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:23:14.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much in your mind when you kill more than time</title><content type='html'>Chris Cornell has a really sexy voice, from my point of view. Every song of his is amazing. Whats more, I found this video of Megan Fox with this song which could easily wet any guys undies. Am I the only girl who loves her? A lot a lot? Even though there was this period of time when everyone kept saying she was a shemale and I actually thought so too cause she looks so goddamn perfect, so why not? Now I think, everyone was just jealous of her. Body freaking hot can! Who don't want. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VS4jEGJGfU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VS4jEGJGfU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="365"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, this song officially reminds me Megan Fox and.. Julian. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8369488286401310274?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8369488286401310274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8369488286401310274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8369488286401310274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8369488286401310274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-much-in-your-mind-when-you-kill-more.html' title='So much in your mind when you kill more than time'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2120638795652537945</id><published>2010-10-25T20:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:23:03.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach, meet butterflies.</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;No More You by Akon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the stressing out with finals which starts this week and all that bull, Sue Zen is still feeling ecstatic. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have family, friends and finally, you beside me now. I've never been happier.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, all is good with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;so much love around&lt;/span&gt;! I don't wanna leave this country at all.. but, I know I'd have to when the time comes. So it's best if we all just make the best out of all the time we have left for now. Okie? OKIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE'S GOOD, EMBRACE IT! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWATZSspzI/AAAAAAAAQwo/dH0XP-ic5dU/s1600/Hock+Anns+bday%29+22nd+Oct+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWATZSspzI/AAAAAAAAQwo/dH0XP-ic5dU/s400/Hock+Anns+bday%29+22nd+Oct+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531968787989702450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life wouldn't be the same without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWATiQZtFI/AAAAAAAAQww/B8O0rZug-Sk/s1600/DSC02027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWATiQZtFI/AAAAAAAAQww/B8O0rZug-Sk/s400/DSC02027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531968790395991122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWAT01pJ8I/AAAAAAAAQw4/fFS1uOiqqO8/s1600/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWAT01pJ8I/AAAAAAAAQw4/fFS1uOiqqO8/s400/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531968795384031170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWDW_oAGkI/AAAAAAAAQxY/-rqkYuZRh1o/s1600/DSC02051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWDW_oAGkI/AAAAAAAAQxY/-rqkYuZRh1o/s400/DSC02051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531972148354095682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWEDvA2tUI/AAAAAAAAQxo/uuoj_WuflJs/s1600/%28Hock+Anns+bday%29+22nd+Oct+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWEDvA2tUI/AAAAAAAAQxo/uuoj_WuflJs/s400/%28Hock+Anns+bday%29+22nd+Oct+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531972916989048130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWDXYT695I/AAAAAAAAQxg/MkJxdJgtsnI/s1600/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWDXYT695I/AAAAAAAAQxg/MkJxdJgtsnI/s400/DSC02052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531972154980759442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWEdSTk1kI/AAAAAAAAQxw/gv3vTMnXpA8/s1600/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWEdSTk1kI/AAAAAAAAQxw/gv3vTMnXpA8/s400/DSC02056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531973355959539266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for my finals!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need it!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2120638795652537945?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2120638795652537945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2120638795652537945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2120638795652537945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2120638795652537945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/stomach-meet-butterflies.html' title='Stomach, meet butterflies.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TMWATZSspzI/AAAAAAAAQwo/dH0XP-ic5dU/s72-c/Hock+Anns+bday%29+22nd+Oct+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3274595899023228679</id><published>2010-10-19T22:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:49:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've just met you, but I've known you forever. You are the person I used to dream about &amp; never thought I would find. :)</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Far East Movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveeeeee. Am so gaga over them right now, their entire album is awesome. Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought that crossed my mind:&lt;br /&gt;I just realize I cannot blog properly when I'm not emo. Cause there's not much stuff to talk about. :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well,&lt;br /&gt;I've been... busy lately. Pretty much occupied and do not have the time to think about other things besides studies. Frankly, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; care at all&lt;/span&gt; about other things in the world except studies and friends right now. I will not waste my brain cells thinking bout matters that aren't important to me at all.. OKAY. I'm trying to say something here but clearly it's not working so never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things this week-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite concern with my health lately. Seriously, something is happening to me which I'm not in liberty to say because it, is, embarrassing. ._. I think I should go visit the doctor soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials started and omfg, I tried studying till 2am last night, and woke up at 5am to continue. That's because I had &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; fat fugging books to study and it was all about reading and understanding. Mind was about to explode, I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; saman ticket since college started and this time, it's RM300 because it was by the police. Subang is a stupid place to study, really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2llhgJqUI/AAAAAAAAQwI/Th_4aLoihYg/s1600/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2llhgJqUI/AAAAAAAAQwI/Th_4aLoihYg/s400/DSC01980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529757981547800898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss drinking Jagerbombs already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF BUYING IT FROM DUTY FREE WHENEVER I GO TRAVELING BEFORE. Silly or not, you tell me? Imagine how much $$ can be saved since they are expensive in bars over here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2qGAicDnI/AAAAAAAAQwg/twiU7A2OxQM/s1600/DSC01983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2qGAicDnI/AAAAAAAAQwg/twiU7A2OxQM/s400/DSC01983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529762937681219186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me cannot imagine my life without you girls.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2ll083_pI/AAAAAAAAQwQ/lEOAMi3EO-s/s1600/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2ll083_pI/AAAAAAAAQwQ/lEOAMi3EO-s/s400/DSC01989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529757986768551570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This should be the reason why I stepped on Dobbie's shitt. I didn't even know what I was drinking. What are these?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a superb fun night nevertheless, I love bbq nights! Hope there's another one soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3274595899023228679?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3274595899023228679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3274595899023228679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3274595899023228679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3274595899023228679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-just-met-you-but-ive-known-you.html' title='I&apos;ve just met you, but I&apos;ve known you forever. You are the person I used to dream about &amp; never thought I would find. :)'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TL2llhgJqUI/AAAAAAAAQwI/Th_4aLoihYg/s72-c/DSC01980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2457032287320889120</id><published>2010-10-13T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:24:34.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing you.. buddy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TLXDR8n032I/AAAAAAAAQwA/AzerN8IfH5c/s1600/DSC07556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TLXDR8n032I/AAAAAAAAQwA/AzerN8IfH5c/s400/DSC07556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527538830765514594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't seen him in MONTHS. He's busy. I'm busy. We always say we have so much to tell each other yet never had a chance to meet up. I feel quite guilty in a way because I said I'd call when I get back from Bangkok and yet, I didn't ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote 'I Miss You' on a piece of paper and Sum sent it to me through a picture cause they're in the same college the other day. It totally made me go Awww! :( Me miss him calling me fatty, me miss him hugging me until I wouldn't be able to breathe, me miss his perfume smell, me miss him pinching my cheeks, me miss him bringing me to the weirdest places in KL to eat good food, me miss him laughing so hard his face lines would all appear making him look fugly :p, me miss my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;Need to see him already, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at my tummy last time, it was quite flat. that was during Neyo's concert by the way. I want that baaaaaaack. Am still eating a lot, my period is taking forever to come, shiteee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2457032287320889120?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2457032287320889120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2457032287320889120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2457032287320889120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2457032287320889120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-miss-my-buddy.html' title='Missing you.. buddy.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TLXDR8n032I/AAAAAAAAQwA/AzerN8IfH5c/s72-c/DSC07556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5281249536337171188</id><published>2010-10-10T23:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:33:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I ate like nobodies bloody business&lt;/span&gt;, if only you guys could see my tummy now. Confirm :O. hehe. My friend thought I was pregnant with my sudden crave for food, which totally lol ed me for a second there but it's my period ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period + Stress = Not a good combination for the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now filled with marks from my zits, foundation nor concealer can't even cover it! So so horrifying I can't  even stand looking at myself in the mirror now. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be the last week for tests. Even though it's 3 days in a row but mostly, we had tests every week so it's going to be finally over! No more tests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside is that trials will be starting, and also final exams which is less than 3 weeks. Mother Father. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm damn stressed ok?&lt;/span&gt; No one knows exactly how LOST I am for economics. And I have to study for economics A AND B together. How the hell am I going to do that you tell me? And teachers like to tell us how many more days we have left and shit which I find is damn annoying, like shut up already. _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise my study mode will be on from tomorrow onwards, I'll &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;try &lt;/span&gt;not to come online often. I'll abide watching my tv shows for the time being. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will not sleep so much in the afternoons&lt;/span&gt;. (All this would definitely be possible if I had my phone back though, but I'll try to make it work!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend time with my best girl friends and boy friends this weekend before I go completely missing in action. You will only see this page being updated if I really have something to say. Sorry for being so boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5281249536337171188?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5281249536337171188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5281249536337171188&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5281249536337171188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5281249536337171188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/for-past-few-days-i-ate-like-nobodies.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2791073511674096781</id><published>2010-10-07T22:19:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:48:54.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New tv show!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3c3DwFhoI/AAAAAAAAQvw/Ua2G019sTyQ/s1600/hellcast.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know the name of it sounds damn lame but if you like Bring It On and other cheerleading movies, I think you'll enjoy this one. I'm no cheerleader but I think the stunts are pretty good. I'm currently at episode 5 now and it just keeps getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3YjdHYztI/AAAAAAAAQvQ/XMl_PWQcKNw/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3YjdHYztI/AAAAAAAAQvQ/XMl_PWQcKNw/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525310421476101842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3XduZGeOI/AAAAAAAAQuo/xOoa-hNVaRo/s1600/ashley-tisdale-wet-republic-pool-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3XduZGeOI/AAAAAAAAQuo/xOoa-hNVaRo/s400/ashley-tisdale-wet-republic-pool-party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525309223522957538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3YJ5OYuKI/AAAAAAAAQvI/JGqpA2Nfsco/s1600/hellcats-cast-wet-republic-pool-party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3YJ5OYuKI/AAAAAAAAQvI/JGqpA2Nfsco/s400/hellcats-cast-wet-republic-pool-party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525309982345050274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3bPY0gOtI/AAAAAAAAQvg/f7FhD70Zuhc/s1600/hellcats27m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3bPY0gOtI/AAAAAAAAQvg/f7FhD70Zuhc/s400/hellcats27m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525313375260654290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3c3Jy-v0I/AAAAAAAAQvo/HPyj8aSjzfk/s1600/019_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3c3Jy-v0I/AAAAAAAAQvo/HPyj8aSjzfk/s400/019_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525315157934128962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3bPJLFaZI/AAAAAAAAQvY/vnow78bl_DM/s1600/heather-hemmens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3bPJLFaZI/AAAAAAAAQvY/vnow78bl_DM/s400/heather-hemmens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525313371060398482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3bPJLFaZI/AAAAAAAAQvY/vnow78bl_DM/s1600/heather-hemmens.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dislike the Aly girl from Aly&amp;amp;Aj even though she's the main character cause I think she's ugly and talks too much(who knew she could cheer?!)(her boobs are too big for her body btw), but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this girl is hot as hell&lt;/span&gt;. The bitchy ones are always way hotter. The coach is really pretty toooooo. What, I like movies with pretty girls in it alright? Oh and Ashley Tisdale isn't annoying in it either, really one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2791073511674096781?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2791073511674096781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2791073511674096781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2791073511674096781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2791073511674096781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-tv-show.html' title='New tv show!!'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK3YjdHYztI/AAAAAAAAQvQ/XMl_PWQcKNw/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2662271797020900818</id><published>2010-10-07T20:16:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:46:10.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want To Dance by Hey Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don't visit this page very often anymore! But it's okay, I'm still going to talk cause I have this tendency to blog when I have tests the next day. Weird. Well this week has been a rather shitty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I wasn't suppose to get up until 8.30am. But at 7.30am, there were cats meowing non stop outside my house. Sibeh loud, like bloody full blast speakers. I actually thought they were having sex cause you know, cats are particularly loud when they mate so I thought they would stop after awhile. But it just kept going on and on and on for the longest time, and I was damn pissed off cause it was keeping me awake from my PRECIOUS SLEEP, and I had presentation that morning so I needed all the sleep I could get. I finally got fed up, went to the window, and saw the 2 fucking cats were just staring at each other meowing down below. The fuck!? Wanted to throw something at them already but I screamed first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just stared at me for awhile, looked at each other, one of them meowed for one last time, then walked away. Honestly, I should have done that way earlier but there was no use lah actually, I couldn't continue resuming my sleep after that. :( Cats are fucking dumb and annoying, can't believe I scolded cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I found out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;my blackberry spoiled on me&lt;/span&gt; the same morning. It was stuck loading halfway to on. And yes, everything I own will eventually spoil one day. hmm.. I don't even have any idea why. I've already sent it for repair but I don't know when I'll get it back. The woman said reformatting it would most probably fix it so, ALL MY CONTACTS IN IT WILL BE GONE. HOW SUCKY IS THAT. I'm damn sad I wanna cry already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 without it, Really.. I'm dying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, few pictures from last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28s1GKj2I/AAAAAAAAQtw/ffFShJFMi1o/s1600/DSC01825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28s1GKj2I/AAAAAAAAQtw/ffFShJFMi1o/s400/DSC01825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525279796206669666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nenlin, Amanda, Su Zen, Min Hui, Sue Zen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28tiBu8pI/AAAAAAAAQuA/Nt8dVTOVnpY/s1600/DSC01834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28tiBu8pI/AAAAAAAAQuA/Nt8dVTOVnpY/s400/DSC01834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525279808267678354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ee Vien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28uN08THI/AAAAAAAAQuI/yRpeLUByI-A/s1600/DSC01842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28uN08THI/AAAAAAAAQuI/yRpeLUByI-A/s400/DSC01842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525279820025187442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Phyo looking fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK2-QEyNoWI/AAAAAAAAQug/uU3AkrhAuZ0/s1600/DSC01816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK2-QEyNoWI/AAAAAAAAQug/uU3AkrhAuZ0/s400/DSC01816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525281501225001314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK2-P0OOSRI/AAAAAAAAQuY/4rXWavHhPtY/s1600/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK2-P0OOSRI/AAAAAAAAQuY/4rXWavHhPtY/s400/DSC01850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525281496779082002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yi Jzen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK2-PL9VwRI/AAAAAAAAQuQ/Puw_NMEvTBk/s1600/DSC01847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK2-PL9VwRI/AAAAAAAAQuQ/Puw_NMEvTBk/s400/DSC01847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525281485970850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Omg the pictures all damn ugly don't wanna post already. And got drama happened that night. :( I know I said I wanted drama at my twitter but I didn't want drama happening to my best friend! Ho well.. it was a really crazy night. Tiring, even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go out so often and come back at 4.30am anymore until finals are over. I ... will try to promise this to myself. Bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2662271797020900818?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2662271797020900818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2662271797020900818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2662271797020900818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2662271797020900818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/listening-to-i-dont-want-to-dance-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TK28s1GKj2I/AAAAAAAAQtw/ffFShJFMi1o/s72-c/DSC01825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6867124989745372846</id><published>2010-10-04T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T23:44:21.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a free bitch baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TLHfOWwkTZI/AAAAAAAAQv4/Kb5p6UYao-I/s1600/z215121621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TLHfOWwkTZI/AAAAAAAAQv4/Kb5p6UYao-I/s400/z215121621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526443655480757650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6867124989745372846?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6867124989745372846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6867124989745372846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6867124989745372846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6867124989745372846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-free-bitch-baby.html' title='I&apos;m a free bitch baby.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TLHfOWwkTZI/AAAAAAAAQv4/Kb5p6UYao-I/s72-c/z215121621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7652697798956816185</id><published>2010-10-03T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:48:45.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV shows I watch. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKCqnCYsnhI/AAAAAAAAQsQ/iWAjLt9xhro/s1600/S7Cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKCqnCYsnhI/AAAAAAAAQsQ/iWAjLt9xhro/s400/S7Cast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521600730788306450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;esperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sexy mamas are back!! Vanessa Williams is now in it, how cool is that. I absolutely love all their cast photo shoots, damn kao sexy all the damn time. Try googling it and see.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKCsGWp_NoI/AAAAAAAAQsY/7QphzcF-83k/s1600/331037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKCsGWp_NoI/AAAAAAAAQsY/7QphzcF-83k/s400/331037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521602368317109890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DAMON, HAIIIII LOVE!&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/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhNMsAZ8XI/AAAAAAAAQtI/3g64hiFbT20/s1600/37403_450590050389_9044240389_6527424_3548531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhNMsAZ8XI/AAAAAAAAQtI/3g64hiFbT20/s400/37403_450590050389_9044240389_6527424_3548531_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523749823336542578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It won't be a good show if there is no drama. And it wouldn't have lasted till season 8! Stop saying it's too drama! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhNMa0iQeI/AAAAAAAAQtA/0mOpYmz3MXM/s1600/tt0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhNMa0iQeI/AAAAAAAAQtA/0mOpYmz3MXM/s400/tt0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523749818723353058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think this is drama x1034r23 kao kao. but I still love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhORk9UvQI/AAAAAAAAQtg/B6fGHQtnEHE/s1600/hot-new-gossip-girl-cast-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhNM8KKeEI/AAAAAAAAQtQ/QRw1fZVu4XI/s1600/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhNM8KKeEI/AAAAAAAAQtQ/QRw1fZVu4XI/s400/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523749827672438850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's getting pretty annoying but I just watch it for the sake of watching it cause it's... gossip girl? Hmm... look at Taylor Momsen's endless legs. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhSbn4bTBI/AAAAAAAAQto/eHlKqXQAZhg/s1600/00034945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKhSbn4bTBI/AAAAAAAAQto/eHlKqXQAZhg/s400/00034945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523755577485511698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So far, it's extra funny somehow, and they have nicer songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just had to come out again when exams are nearby and all that, but shit. Who cares?! I'm happy I get to be entertained when I'm home alone now. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7652697798956816185?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7652697798956816185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7652697798956816185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7652697798956816185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7652697798956816185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/10/tv-shows-i-watch.html' title='TV shows I watch. :)'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKCqnCYsnhI/AAAAAAAAQsQ/iWAjLt9xhro/s72-c/S7Cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6271199260613206710</id><published>2010-09-28T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:22:24.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum dum dum..</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Find Your Love by Drake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month, I've found out a few things. Interesting things which I'm still not really sure whether it bothers me or gives me a sense of relief. Does it make sense if I said it gives a little bit of both?! A friend told me I worry too much about the future, envisioning things too much. Which is, true. It's not about what happened in the past, or what you think might happen in the future. It's about the ride.  I GET IT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more tests and one more oral presentation then I can concentrate on studying for trials and finals which starts in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt;. Omg, I can't believe college is going to end soon, I can't waits! I really don't know how am I going to maintain my grades, especially economics. :( Will try though.. I need motivation first. Anyone? A little help maybe??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKHvmBotXsI/AAAAAAAAQso/A7doaT72UFU/s1600/DSC01810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKHvmBotXsI/AAAAAAAAQso/A7doaT72UFU/s400/DSC01810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521958054686187202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanna saaay, I love ping ping!&lt;br /&gt;And whoah, my arms look damn long. I like.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6271199260613206710?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6271199260613206710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6271199260613206710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6271199260613206710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6271199260613206710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/dum-dum-dum.html' title='Dum dum dum..'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TKHvmBotXsI/AAAAAAAAQso/A7doaT72UFU/s72-c/DSC01810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-545181271388498299</id><published>2010-09-26T19:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:58:34.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It looks like I won't be watching any horror show anytime soon.</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Spending All My Time by Aaron Fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit paranoid ever since I watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on Friday night with Ming @ Pavilion. I mean, I didn't dare to go into the lift to our car. I didn't dare to off all the lights at home by myself. And at exactly 2, 59am, my bed side lamp started flickering non stop and it eventually off by itself. And in the damn movie, when that happens means the devil is coming. -.-'' I was actually freaking out by myself in my room, imagining the old ladies face appearing in the dark in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when my sister was talking to me the next day, I heard the word Devil instead of Whatever. I know those 2 words doesn't sound anything alike but at the time, it really did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJ8oWimHIwI/AAAAAAAAQrw/2XoCZ23j5XQ/s1600/37451_406318929020_732114020_4508692_3813932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJ8oWimHIwI/AAAAAAAAQrw/2XoCZ23j5XQ/s400/37451_406318929020_732114020_4508692_3813932_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521176035888407298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I actually had this as my Blackberry Messenger picture, until Boon Chong had to point something out to me bout this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU THINK THAT THE BLUR PART OF THE PICTURE LOOKS LIKE ANOTHER BLUR FACE OF A FRIGGING SMALL BOYS LOOKING TO THE RIGHT?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahai. I was actually half asleep when I read his bbm, enlarged my picture, and straight away leaped out of bed. Paranoid x10.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJ8vd5i_NZI/AAAAAAAAQr4/tWtwNayPnpc/s1600/59212_128020233914951_100001209262335_176989_7939839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJ8vd5i_NZI/AAAAAAAAQr4/tWtwNayPnpc/s400/59212_128020233914951_100001209262335_176989_7939839_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521183858889799058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, this is me, looking ugly, stealing Leanne's food. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT my childhood friend Leanne Mong but, another Leanne. The reason I  posted this is because what I was eating was fried rice which reminded  me of Leanne Mong's fried rice because they tasted almost the same! How weird. And  we used to bring food to high school for each other cause we were too lazy to go to the canteen and eat and Leanne's mum's  fried rice were one of my all time favourites. Gahhh, I miss eating those food we used to bring to school, seriously.&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/1615189348288950783-545181271388498299?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/545181271388498299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=545181271388498299&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/545181271388498299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/545181271388498299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-something-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='It looks like I won&apos;t be watching any horror show anytime soon.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJ8oWimHIwI/AAAAAAAAQrw/2XoCZ23j5XQ/s72-c/37451_406318929020_732114020_4508692_3813932_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2894774099345136752</id><published>2010-09-21T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:26:14.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta pick myself up, where do I start?</title><content type='html'>Many things definitely changed this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My broken heart was mended but at the same time I lost a supposedly perpetual friendship I never thought I'd lose. I met lots of new people but at the same time am not really close to the old ones anymore. I learned new things and got new experiences, and I know there is so much more awaiting for me out there. This is just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of myself as a rebel like how they used to think of me. Maybe a little mysterious and a little naughty at times, but not a rebel. However, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lately I feel as if I'm going ashtray&lt;/span&gt;. Things are getting a little rampant. The only thing I'm trying my best to maintain is my studies even though it's a fairly hard thing to do because I've been slacking in that department too. I do things I never thought I'd do, even worse than before. I was led astray once but I still managed to get back on the right track again. Well at least a little. Will I be able to do it again? I'm worried I will not be able to since I tend to get myself into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;messiest situations&lt;/span&gt;. It may give me a tinge of excitement but I know it's not good for me. Maybe I'm not liable to change anytime soon, maybe I got too big for my own britches, but I hope I will change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm well aware what's happening to me. That's a start right? :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2894774099345136752?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2894774099345136752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2894774099345136752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2894774099345136752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2894774099345136752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/gotta-pick-myself-up-where-do-i-start.html' title='Gotta pick myself up, where do I start?'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-202971233263444419</id><published>2010-09-18T09:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:28:58.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pictures from the other night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQfUNoeOfI/AAAAAAAAQqI/BcwDIDMuAqo/s1600/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQfUNoeOfI/AAAAAAAAQqI/BcwDIDMuAqo/s400/DSC01719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518069875552958962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was playboy bunny night so look at the super cute bunny ears on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhXbsEu9I/AAAAAAAAQqw/UrTUeQfjZkQ/s1600/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhXbsEu9I/AAAAAAAAQqw/UrTUeQfjZkQ/s400/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072129889024978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQfTcd-2TI/AAAAAAAAQp4/grw0d1aVyt0/s1600/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQfTcd-2TI/AAAAAAAAQp4/grw0d1aVyt0/s400/DSC01714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518069862355622194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQgbOVMV1I/AAAAAAAAQqo/9i5sytVOYJc/s1600/DSC01754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQgbOVMV1I/AAAAAAAAQqo/9i5sytVOYJc/s400/DSC01754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518071095511242578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQgab6ibqI/AAAAAAAAQqY/qlmT-A9ILnQ/s1600/DSC01723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQgab6ibqI/AAAAAAAAQqY/qlmT-A9ILnQ/s400/DSC01723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518071081977671330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQgapucGMI/AAAAAAAAQqg/tNYU5omQ_Dw/s1600/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQgapucGMI/AAAAAAAAQqg/tNYU5omQ_Dw/s400/DSC01728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518071085685020866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhXxXjeqI/AAAAAAAAQq4/g5c1prpJk2E/s1600/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhXxXjeqI/AAAAAAAAQq4/g5c1prpJk2E/s400/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072135708539554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhZD2hc6I/AAAAAAAAQrQ/U0LLBCN36L8/s1600/IMG00706-20100916-0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhZD2hc6I/AAAAAAAAQrQ/U0LLBCN36L8/s400/IMG00706-20100916-0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072157850137506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually like this but its so blurrrz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQiBB2H9TI/AAAAAAAAQrY/pbLMDc1cyMQ/s1600/DSC01788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQiBB2H9TI/AAAAAAAAQrY/pbLMDc1cyMQ/s400/DSC01788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072844506363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhYSEHbsI/AAAAAAAAQrA/8MeVcEbGR6U/s1600/DSC01728+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQhYSEHbsI/AAAAAAAAQrA/8MeVcEbGR6U/s400/DSC01728+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072144485379778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQiBo5UpXI/AAAAAAAAQrg/YjPgzKJraCs/s1600/DSC01793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQiBo5UpXI/AAAAAAAAQrg/YjPgzKJraCs/s400/DSC01793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518072854988760434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last night &lt;/span&gt;was pure shit.&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, at least I got to spend time with my babies? :) It's  amazing they still can love me when I'm in this kind of state. It's been awhile since I went totally drunk and puked. Can't recall anything else bout falling down and saying bye to people and walking into the wall. (they told me) How embarrassing. Amanda made me laughed like crazy, she's so sibeh cute when she's drunk, she even puked in my garden and in my car, LOL! Thank you my ping ping for being our designated driver and getting us home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know why am I even awake right now, shall go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-202971233263444419?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/202971233263444419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=202971233263444419&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/202971233263444419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/202971233263444419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-pictures-from-other-night.html' title='A few pictures from the other night.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TJQfUNoeOfI/AAAAAAAAQqI/BcwDIDMuAqo/s72-c/DSC01719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5668225019074691840</id><published>2010-09-14T22:59:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T00:36:47.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy Footwork.</title><content type='html'>Today has been pleasant enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to pay my phone bill yet again, which has been burning a huge hole in my pockets. I already spent RM500 this month on the bills alone. :O It's always getting barred! Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Jo before her work started and we did some ridiculous stuff, couldn't stop laughing. But I guess that's what best friends do. Silly and the most personal stuff. I hope she doesn't tell anyone bout it. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day with Sim grocery shopping and stuff before coming home to nap for 4 hours, and here I am! Am still exhausted as hell somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok trip was fine. I actually started to miss alot of people all of a sudden even though it was only 4 days. I missed my boyfriends and girlfriends that were suppose to come along. Airplanes, hotel rooms, carrying luggage in the streets made me reminisce bout the past times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leanne kept calling me Pedo whenever I see cute small boys and a Dilf when I see adorable old men! Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't do anything much except shop shop and shop. My mum banned me from shopping for the entire year. If my dad finds out, he might ban me for life. But I seriously think I didn't even buy that much stuff, quite unsatisfied. Couldn't even get the clutch denim bag I wanted! It was so so pretty. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did something new though;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkoks version of pole dancing&lt;/span&gt;. IT SUCKS BALLS. The girls were wearing bras and thongs and you could see their huge belly jutting out, so ugh. Don't see why men enjoy them so much. There were more trannies than real girls and they don't even really pole dance, they just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hold the hole&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; look at themselves in the mirrors surrounding the entire place&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and shake their bums&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and right&lt;/span&gt;. They do not swing their body around the pole like you see in the movies which was basically made it boring. The skinny ones are the ones that shake aloott but they were trannies which was disgusting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry weren't allowed to take pictures though. If not I would love to post it up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-WSm8nXYI/AAAAAAAAQnY/Lepi0Hzo8WE/s1600/DSC01589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-WSm8nXYI/AAAAAAAAQnY/Lepi0Hzo8WE/s400/DSC01589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516793314988744066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-Yu_iv8eI/AAAAAAAAQnw/nRhda0OSIlo/s1600/DSC01604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-Yu_iv8eI/AAAAAAAAQnw/nRhda0OSIlo/s400/DSC01604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796001650733538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-Yvh5HgeI/AAAAAAAAQoA/U0Sl42d2-vs/s1600/DSC01611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-Yvh5HgeI/AAAAAAAAQoA/U0Sl42d2-vs/s400/DSC01611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796010871357922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The street where there were many clubs of pole dancing and sex shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-YwD1tdPI/AAAAAAAAQoI/rnKdfr6z2hY/s1600/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-YwD1tdPI/AAAAAAAAQoI/rnKdfr6z2hY/s400/DSC01614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516796019983873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A toilet to remember, lol! Inside joke. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-Z_icVPeI/AAAAAAAAQoQ/dUEPvY3nzU4/s1600/DSC01635.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-aANM-IHI/AAAAAAAAQoY/RJ2LJwSIc9c/s1600/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-aANM-IHI/AAAAAAAAQoY/RJ2LJwSIc9c/s400/DSC01637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516797396886888562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-a7TGglTI/AAAAAAAAQow/ajVjdJdB_Ws/s1600/DSC01654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-a7TGglTI/AAAAAAAAQow/ajVjdJdB_Ws/s400/DSC01654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798412082681138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-aBYNNH4I/AAAAAAAAQoo/OnzrCCt-1pU/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-aBYNNH4I/AAAAAAAAQoo/OnzrCCt-1pU/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516797417020530562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-aA66yztI/AAAAAAAAQog/dT4uPiNeniw/s1600/DSC01651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-aA66yztI/AAAAAAAAQog/dT4uPiNeniw/s400/DSC01651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516797409158680274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-a78EPB5I/AAAAAAAAQo4/1Ts6tu9XfiI/s1600/pagen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-a78EPB5I/AAAAAAAAQo4/1Ts6tu9XfiI/s400/pagen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798423078995858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried the bbq plaza there, since it's originally from Thailand. Yumyummm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-c4XyiqtI/AAAAAAAAQpA/ZBaqw16JUq8/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-c4XyiqtI/AAAAAAAAQpA/ZBaqw16JUq8/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516800560824756946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-eScSHUCI/AAAAAAAAQpQ/Hp2m8n6AnXw/s1600/DSC01680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-eScSHUCI/AAAAAAAAQpQ/Hp2m8n6AnXw/s400/DSC01680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516802108219150370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-eTBEXnAI/AAAAAAAAQpY/Ytdzb3HL5aE/s1600/New+folder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-eTBEXnAI/AAAAAAAAQpY/Ytdzb3HL5aE/s400/New+folder1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516802118093609986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Bangkok jam is really pretty. lol. Our cab drivers were all so cute by the way. One even used his phone and played Lady Gaga songs for us to listen. And I had to hold it for him while he drove. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-fwKrQMfI/AAAAAAAAQpg/w1PwFEn600U/s1600/DSC01694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-fwKrQMfI/AAAAAAAAQpg/w1PwFEn600U/s400/DSC01694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516803718400455154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn.funny.pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-fw81Ba0I/AAAAAAAAQpo/DAB1i_nsGbE/s1600/DSC01696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-fw81Ba0I/AAAAAAAAQpo/DAB1i_nsGbE/s400/DSC01696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516803731863202626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like a family portrait ! How cute !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be more on Fb.&lt;br /&gt;Dieting this week. Got fatter and somehow, uglier.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5668225019074691840?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5668225019074691840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5668225019074691840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5668225019074691840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5668225019074691840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/bangkok.html' title='Fancy Footwork.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TI-WSm8nXYI/AAAAAAAAQnY/Lepi0Hzo8WE/s72-c/DSC01589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8406709315505576148</id><published>2010-09-08T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:05:39.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the best I ever had and I'm certain that there ain't nothing better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="550" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tpl9LtkRRw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always liked &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neyo&lt;/span&gt;, his dance moves makes him hot since his face can't make it! And if you don't like this song, keep listening to it a few more times, it's impossible if it won't start to grow on you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the state is being a bitch to not give us a day off early for Raya Holidays. So, after all the freaking test and shit, we still have classes for one more day tomorrow which sucks bigfishballs. I may feel guilty and a little bit worried and scared because of my attendance but you know what, whatever already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SKIPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ok, I might have to go for moral at 4pm cause I'm stuck with the most hardworking group ever -.- and it's not right if I do not do my part.. whatever part I'm in, I don't even know, but I do know the feeling too well when people do not participate in group work. It.. it.. just makes you want to punch them, and I do not want to get punched so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been so stressed out lately I have zits all over my face + I gained extra weight because I eat too much. And it's not like we can enjoy our one week break &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when there's much more work and studying to do&lt;/span&gt; since there's more test when college starts again. Teacher said October is going to be an even more hectic month. I know I complain a lot bout college which is annoying but it was actually getting better already, I didn't hate it anymore because I was having somesortoffun until tests started again so, fuck laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF TESTS LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain cannot take it anymore. Seriously screwed up the ones this week. :'( Oh ya! at least all the headache-ness filling up the Monash form is done. I finally get it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8406709315505576148?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8406709315505576148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8406709315505576148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8406709315505576148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8406709315505576148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-listless-as-hell.html' title='You&apos;re the best I ever had and I&apos;m certain that there ain&apos;t nothing better.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3954436262321411607</id><published>2010-09-04T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:16:46.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause we're fun people to be around. :D</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;The One That Got Away by Katy Perry.&lt;br /&gt;(This song has definitely grown on me, check it out!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is here yet again. I'm ay happy person.&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time with a few round of drinks and games last night. Here are a few funny moments during &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Taboo&lt;/span&gt;, it was funny as hell but a had to be there moment though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;: What do we have in our rooms? You and I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;: Porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;: On the ceiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sum&lt;/span&gt;: Give me shapes! Give me shapes! All kinds of shapes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ming&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;I: Triangle! Rectangle! Square! Pentagon! Hexagon! OCTAGON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sum&lt;/span&gt;: NooOoooOo. uh uh. My face is....?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ming&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;I: Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ROUND&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;: YOU'RE HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;: ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;: You're like damn handsome. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Derrick&lt;/span&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;: Forget it, I'm giving you a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt; laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls won in the end, obviously. ;) I can't remember the other funny ones but I'll update this when I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm bored. Will be seeing handsome pandsome Wang Lee Hom in Love In Disguise later, can't wait! Right now, I have to have to study. :( Pictures first though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHVfdpoSLI/AAAAAAAAQmA/hXFK5vXPXq4/s1600/DSC01528n1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHVfdpoSLI/AAAAAAAAQmA/hXFK5vXPXq4/s400/DSC01528n1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512922155390093490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHWbTIepsI/AAAAAAAAQmQ/4WuzIqrvVm8/s1600/DSC01531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHWbTIepsI/AAAAAAAAQmQ/4WuzIqrvVm8/s400/DSC01531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512923183358846658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHWb_xsZgI/AAAAAAAAQmY/tOFMwXJNdj8/s1600/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHWb_xsZgI/AAAAAAAAQmY/tOFMwXJNdj8/s400/DSC01535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512923195342874114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHWcdtE5iI/AAAAAAAAQmg/hkyLmlqUXBg/s1600/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHWcdtE5iI/AAAAAAAAQmg/hkyLmlqUXBg/s400/DSC01544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512923203376571938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHXnGoUnbI/AAAAAAAAQm4/-xi4vqyaoBw/s1600/DSC01550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHXnGoUnbI/AAAAAAAAQm4/-xi4vqyaoBw/s400/DSC01550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512924485672803762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3954436262321411607?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3954436262321411607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3954436262321411607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3954436262321411607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3954436262321411607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-were-fun-people-to-be-around-d.html' title='Cause we&apos;re fun people to be around. :D'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TIHVfdpoSLI/AAAAAAAAQmA/hXFK5vXPXq4/s72-c/DSC01528n1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3050023587747431553</id><published>2010-09-01T23:03:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T13:08:47.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September.</title><content type='html'>The month I've been yearning for has finally arrived, I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; got&lt;/span&gt; to write something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize just another 3 more months and it'll be the end of 2010? :O:O How time flies. It's scary, really. We're getting older which sucks cause I'm not looking forward to the future where I have to earn my own money and work. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was so looking forward to this month because we finally have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;. It may only be a week and we still have studying to do, but hey, at least I do not need to go college for a week. It's the only break we have throughout this semester la please. So yay to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TICzCeD6eJI/AAAAAAAAQlQ/7aVQmbMsjTI/s1600/IMG01358-20100902-13352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TICzCeD6eJI/AAAAAAAAQlQ/7aVQmbMsjTI/s400/IMG01358-20100902-13352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512602798912075922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can see the eyebags or notttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to have another hectic week again next week though. ::(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I'll be going &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;again with Leanne. :D I so desperately need new clothes, can't wait. Dad's being an ass and ain't gonna give me much money cause he keeps saying I shop too much but that's okaaaay. I'll bring his bloody US money there he so cleverly gave it to me last time to change if I do not have enough $$.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, guess who is coming back? Let's all hope this month would be a jolly happy one! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; having some big ass dilemma on which campus to study and also WHAT to study. Fuck this shit. I hate it. Why must pass up form so fast. -.-" I NEED MORE TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3050023587747431553?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3050023587747431553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3050023587747431553&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3050023587747431553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3050023587747431553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='September.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TICzCeD6eJI/AAAAAAAAQlQ/7aVQmbMsjTI/s72-c/IMG01358-20100902-13352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2995897579606871098</id><published>2010-08-31T22:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:28:06.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens at a party, stays at a party ~</title><content type='html'>From my point of view... I think.. when we were a little younger, us teenagers go out to celebrate on the eve of our Independence Day just for the sake of celebrating. In other words, it was just another excuse to go out and have some fun. Right right right. Don't deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we still do. At least some of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;. Won't do it again next year though. I normally spend my Merdeka Eve/Christmas Eve/whatever Eve with my best friend, sometimes with his pals. And each year, we have different drama. Like, seriously.. lots of drama + a little unfortunate luck, but that's what made it fun I guess. This year our little tradition somehow stopped. :( Don't get the wrong idea though, we're still buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it still drama this time? Maybe.... but more of bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz2P--PK4I/AAAAAAAAQjY/XbRNatLXDf4/s1600/DSC01457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz2P--PK4I/AAAAAAAAQjY/XbRNatLXDf4/s400/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511550798457154434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz_C4jbFfI/AAAAAAAAQjg/E673-PLB4DA/s1600/DSC01464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz_C4jbFfI/AAAAAAAAQjg/E673-PLB4DA/s400/DSC01464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511560469000426994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz_DeL4xiI/AAAAAAAAQjo/53hcdY-IvKk/s1600/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz_DeL4xiI/AAAAAAAAQjo/53hcdY-IvKk/s400/DSC01472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511560479102256674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0HeSjqcWI/AAAAAAAAQjw/I71nvqxyKWk/s1600/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0HeSjqcWI/AAAAAAAAQjw/I71nvqxyKWk/s400/DSC01475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511569735930245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, you wouldn't be able to take her place even if you tried. It's really nice that we've made so many friends in common over the years. Thus, we're always together.&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0HfHAUaSI/AAAAAAAAQj4/cyfoZt1f3HE/s1600/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0HfHAUaSI/AAAAAAAAQj4/cyfoZt1f3HE/s400/DSC01476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511569750009080098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0INf65lFI/AAAAAAAAQkI/J3DJSUxw6ow/s1600/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0INf65lFI/AAAAAAAAQkI/J3DJSUxw6ow/s400/DSC01484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511570546971219026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't get over the fact that Williams mouth is really funny in almost every picture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0KQpPljVI/AAAAAAAAQlA/tdQe1U7ODD0/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0KQpPljVI/AAAAAAAAQlA/tdQe1U7ODD0/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511572800036769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0IO6rAXeI/AAAAAAAAQkY/aRXEDhqa5ek/s1600/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0IO6rAXeI/AAAAAAAAQkY/aRXEDhqa5ek/s400/DSC01497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511570571332181474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hair man. My hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0JYxj2yvI/AAAAAAAAQkw/uyoobLYt6dg/s1600/DSC01514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TH0JYxj2yvI/AAAAAAAAQkw/uyoobLYt6dg/s400/DSC01514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511571840196594418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Didn't really bother taking pictures with everyone else, the camera is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jor deng&lt;/span&gt; as I was afraid of losing it and also my IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I lost my eyeliner(I know, again, 4th time d, &amp;amp; it's NEW.) and the super duper nice Melb lighter which I've been using for the past 3 months already. It's still going strong some more! Boohooo. Besides that, there were 2 times where my heart stopped beating that night;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First would definitely be BS's driving. Like, seriouslyyyyyyyy....... I'm still pretty alright when people drive really very fast but not drive really very fast together with all the twisting and turning, sending people flying lor. All I'll do is imagine us crashing and dying every single time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly would be my druggie neighbor's guai lou friend who was in the middle of the street at 4.30am. I didn't dare to get out from the car until he was out of sight, but he came and opened the door, wanting to come in. And we were all like, WHATTHEFUCKSWHATDOYOUTHINKYOU'REDOING. I really thought he was going to rob us. In the end, he and my neighbor who came out from the house was like, "Sorry if I scared the shit outta you! *hands up in the air* '' cause he mistaken our ride for his. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not like I'm patriotic but at least I'm going to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2995897579606871098?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2995897579606871098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2995897579606871098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2995897579606871098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2995897579606871098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-more-important-what-we-become.html' title='What happens at a party, stays at a party ~'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THz2P--PK4I/AAAAAAAAQjY/XbRNatLXDf4/s72-c/DSC01457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7219641421454993529</id><published>2010-08-28T22:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T22:25:16.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend getaways.</title><content type='html'>It's time to get a new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still contemplating to ask for an Ipod or a new camera. But my dad would probably slaughter me because my camera is still considered pretty new. Besides, it's not spoilt or whatever, just sucky. The screen has already cracked twice since it's touch screen and each repair cost 500bucks. It's so overly sensitive in that sense and also if you move a bit, the pictures would turn out blurry. The lighting and all pretty much suck cause the flash is too bright. Why I chose Sony in the first place is a mystery to me. Don't ever buy Sony camera, guys.. it's only pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME WANT &lt;span&gt;CANON&lt;/span&gt; NEXT!! BUT IT HAS TO BE IN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;. Do they have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Been going to the cinema quite a lot recently, I just have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;STEP UP 3 &lt;/span&gt;WAS AWESOME, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Because there were not only awesome music, but also hot guys. Everyone loved the main actor, I mean, I do too. He's so so so breathtaking. But I like this one more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THkZd8v54zI/AAAAAAAAQiY/T8EXRjrVprs/s1600/dd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THkZd8v54zI/AAAAAAAAQiY/T8EXRjrVprs/s400/dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510463621378466610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MIDDLE ONE MIDDLE ONE. DAMN HOT OH MY GWAAAAAAAAAD. He was a back up dancer for Madonna's tour few years back or something. Not an actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope I won't need to go back to Mist ever again cause I seriously hated it, fucking small and pack like sardines in a can. I wonder why so many people like to go there, bumped into a few people and saw lots of familiar faces! Milk was alright I guess, I didn't know they were just right next to each other? Noobs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQBczbraI/AAAAAAAAQfw/UTd5npAo440/s1600/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQBczbraI/AAAAAAAAQfw/UTd5npAo440/s400/DSC01355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382867418164642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQB8WvBlI/AAAAAAAAQf4/XMeEGr2Uxk8/s1600/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQB8WvBlI/AAAAAAAAQf4/XMeEGr2Uxk8/s400/DSC01358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382875887732306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjPRuMPuTI/AAAAAAAAQfo/teAIHYVKcFs/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjPRuMPuTI/AAAAAAAAQfo/teAIHYVKcFs/s400/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382047451920690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Milk;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjPRFWQBDI/AAAAAAAAQfg/y6a5Agrz1vg/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjPRFWQBDI/AAAAAAAAQfg/y6a5Agrz1vg/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382036488029234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww, with our lovely seniors from high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjTdeudJbI/AAAAAAAAQgQ/47ic7C1cxXk/s1600/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjTdeudJbI/AAAAAAAAQgQ/47ic7C1cxXk/s400/page2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510386647505380786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQC7eXyaI/AAAAAAAAQgI/JNpGEjbkQEA/s1600/DSC01374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQC7eXyaI/AAAAAAAAQgI/JNpGEjbkQEA/s400/DSC01374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382892831197602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bumped into Marcus there. :) I just realized everyone was freaking older than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQCVwMyrI/AAAAAAAAQgA/tYQKzJ9EVUg/s1600/DSC01371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjQCVwMyrI/AAAAAAAAQgA/tYQKzJ9EVUg/s400/DSC01371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510382882705427122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Outside;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjTd3mOhFI/AAAAAAAAQgY/ITgI9jFzGQo/s1600/DSC01382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjTd3mOhFI/AAAAAAAAQgY/ITgI9jFzGQo/s400/DSC01382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510386654181753938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why does my legs look hot in pictures but not in real life. I cannot stop looking at it. o.o And that's NOT my underwear okay? Am not that slutty to wear such a short dress without anything underneath, I just wore a white shorts. Had to tell everyone that the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THje2jzt_hI/AAAAAAAAQiQ/Rvo72ap3STc/s1600/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THje2jzt_hI/AAAAAAAAQiQ/Rvo72ap3STc/s400/DSC01441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510399172994268690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THja-2D4g6I/AAAAAAAAQiI/HTvMCyznyAc/s1600/DSC01416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THja-2D4g6I/AAAAAAAAQiI/HTvMCyznyAc/s400/DSC01416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510394917286347682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THja-J-NGOI/AAAAAAAAQiA/1r8mAUhKjUI/s1600/page3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THja-J-NGOI/AAAAAAAAQiA/1r8mAUhKjUI/s400/page3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510394905451370722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVHxGJf3I/AAAAAAAAQhA/Xt4JDIYnDn8/s1600/DSC01419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVHxGJf3I/AAAAAAAAQhA/Xt4JDIYnDn8/s400/DSC01419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510388473502728050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutest PR guy or whatever to go get me a glass of water and asked me to pull my dress down please so no one would misunderstand... bout the shorts. lololol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVIfhRpCI/AAAAAAAAQhI/1FB5ALBJ2r0/s1600/DSC01435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVIfhRpCI/AAAAAAAAQhI/1FB5ALBJ2r0/s400/DSC01435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510388485964538914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't seen Boon Keat in like, 3 years wei. He looks like Casper here somehow hehe. And couldn't stop calling me "Lousy" cause I was all red and giggly and shit. What did he expect when his friend keeps buying me shots and drinks when I already drank at the other place. -..-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVJAeOjWI/AAAAAAAAQhY/QD5zA2y6XlE/s1600/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVJAeOjWI/AAAAAAAAQhY/QD5zA2y6XlE/s400/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510388494810123618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boon Chong, Boon Shung. Haven't seen Shung in 3 years too! Those 2 made my life damn drama yet interesting when I was 15. I miss those times. :) And do you realize there were 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baboons &lt;/span&gt;with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVIwTdnXI/AAAAAAAAQhQ/LTW3JYIQ6Cc/s1600/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVHexrzzI/AAAAAAAAQg4/0MliU1iTESc/s1600/DSC01417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVHexrzzI/AAAAAAAAQg4/0MliU1iTESc/s400/DSC01417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510388468585058098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVIwTdnXI/AAAAAAAAQhQ/LTW3JYIQ6Cc/s1600/DSC01448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjVIwTdnXI/AAAAAAAAQhQ/LTW3JYIQ6Cc/s400/DSC01448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510388490470006130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other pictures were all really really blur cause Boon Keat couldn't even stood straight anymore so we took gazillion of the same blur shots. And he kept shouting,&lt;br /&gt;'YOU GUYS STOP MOVING CAN OR NOT. '' when he was the one moving! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjZSyMCUMI/AAAAAAAAQh4/dkYQAo5S0ZQ/s1600/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THjZSyMCUMI/AAAAAAAAQh4/dkYQAo5S0ZQ/s400/DSC01454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510393060820930754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whee, I got the cap the DJ threw into the crowd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;despite my height&lt;/span&gt;. What miracle! Couldn't take a proper one cause I was flying inside the car with the speed that he was going and the cap was also too big for my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest will be on facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;I promised to stay home today to study/do my work/take the time to decide which form to fill. But I just totally wasted an entire day doing none of the above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7219641421454993529?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7219641421454993529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7219641421454993529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7219641421454993529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7219641421454993529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekend-getaways.html' title='Weekend getaways.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THkZd8v54zI/AAAAAAAAQiY/T8EXRjrVprs/s72-c/dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5087511248962010161</id><published>2010-08-27T01:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:52:14.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is no Nintendo game.</title><content type='html'>It has been by far, the most hectic week this semester, and weather is shit too. Thank you Selangor Sultan for your birthday falling on a Friday so we get a day off! ♥ Just when I thought there would be no more tests for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;2 weeks, there's another one on Monday. Plus, I have to do a presentation slide for the ridiculous subject we all hate, LAN. Honestly, even the lecturer knows no one takes it seriously, why must we do all this? And even though I only attended 3 classes and spent the rest of my days in Australia few months ago, I still gotten an A for Malaysian Studies. What a joke, these subjects. Give us a fucking break can! Too much info going in my brain I feel like exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I despise Mufy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, didn't enjoyed my week so far. Main reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; car almost got tolled&lt;/span&gt; away by the JPJ or whoever they are. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;scolded for the very first time in college&lt;/span&gt; by a bitch I'd like to call Pratiba, just because I was trying to memorize my lines in class! She started saying I never study and shit, I HOPE I'll get good results for her test and shut her up even though I only studied the night before and in the morning. ._. But she totally embarrassed me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;wasted 5 hours of my precious time doing my work which eventually went all down the drain. &lt;/span&gt;BECAUSE, presentation dates were moved up.. so we only had 2 days to prepare it cause the other 2 days we had tests. Monday night, I spent all night doing editing, researching, cracking my fucking brain to get points and facts. And I was almost done already and was pretty damn satisfied, but I just had to press some key on the keyboard and the whole page was gone. No auto-save, no nothing, NADA. Was really on the verge of crying. 5 HOURS YOU KNOW, could have took that time to study instead. So very the frustrating... but learned my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THZWw12Bo-I/AAAAAAAAQeo/9D9qiv5J2nc/s1600/IMG00655-20100825-1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THZWw12Bo-I/AAAAAAAAQeo/9D9qiv5J2nc/s400/IMG00655-20100825-1228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509686591221769186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presentation went well though.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm so glad John is one of the very few people I'm close with, such a sweet boy. With nice legs. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the car tolled thingy. It's amazing that I didn't get a ticket for it though, since Serena did. Maybe my ticket flew away or something.. that'd be funny. It wasn't so much of bad luck since nothing happened to me nor my car, but all the running out from college under the hot sun and shit.. Gwad.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I COMPLAIN A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Madinah not long ago, watched a video of a girl committing suicide by jumping in front of a train, don't know if I can sleep tonight. :x And watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Grown Ups&lt;/span&gt; before that, it was hilarious! Got hot chicks too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5087511248962010161?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5087511248962010161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5087511248962010161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5087511248962010161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5087511248962010161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-please-save-me-from-this-misery.html' title='Life is no Nintendo game.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THZWw12Bo-I/AAAAAAAAQeo/9D9qiv5J2nc/s72-c/IMG00655-20100825-1228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2993892036655478801</id><published>2010-08-24T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:18:49.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to be alone but I hate being lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THPGqHDr64I/AAAAAAAAQeg/wwISXM3Agrk/s1600/tumblr_l2lis0ENaR1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THPGqHDr64I/AAAAAAAAQeg/wwISXM3Agrk/s400/tumblr_l2lis0ENaR1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965195955563394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing sucks more than feeling alone, am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why people hate to admit they are lonely? It's because when you do, everyone might think that something is wrong with you. They might think "I have people in my life, why don't you?" But the strange thing is, you can have people in your life and still be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one knows that better than I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2993892036655478801?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2993892036655478801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2993892036655478801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2993892036655478801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2993892036655478801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-to-be-alone-but-i-hate-being.html' title='I like to be alone but I hate being lonely.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THPGqHDr64I/AAAAAAAAQeg/wwISXM3Agrk/s72-c/tumblr_l2lis0ENaR1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2685387700000042117</id><published>2010-08-22T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:01:00.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Just A Dream.</title><content type='html'>"Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say it?&lt;br /&gt;Does "I'm fine." honestly satisfy you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, you don't mean what you're asking. I mean, come on, look into my eyes, I'm not okay. You know I'm not okay. And you asking if I'm okay is just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reminding me how badly I'm not&lt;/span&gt;. I want someone to reach out a little farther than just, "are you okay?" instead of a question, make it a statement. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're okay, it's gonna be okay.&lt;/span&gt; It would mean so much more. We all need to look a little deeper. Nobody is ever okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend wasn't an entirely good one as I wasn't feeling very well and just wasn't in the mood to do anything. It consisted of  shopping with mum(I didn't even shop &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shop&lt;/span&gt;, I just shopped for formal clothes which, I realized, is not an easy task to find suitable ones!), a movie, mahjong, yumcha session. I don't know bout you guys, but everytime I look forward to something, like my weekends for an example, it wouldn't turn out as great as I expected. :\ At least it's somewhat relaxing in a way since my weekdays are always full of  stressness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THDU0xgVpcI/AAAAAAAAQeY/o-LhjSFsEWo/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THDU0xgVpcI/AAAAAAAAQeY/o-LhjSFsEWo/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508136347381376450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know it's not nice to look at when we're all brown, orange and yellow. lol But don't look at our fugly faces, look at the freaking Stich which is so big and adorable!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charls will be leaving to Singapore to work for 6 months tomorrow....... :'( By the time he gets back, I won't be here anymore if I ever really decide to go Aussie to further my studies. I hope he'll take good care of himself.. me + mum will definitely miss him. No one to take care of me here liao. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hectic week of tests and presentation is here, SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;September, hurry up already!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2685387700000042117?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2685387700000042117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2685387700000042117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2685387700000042117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2685387700000042117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/nelly-just-dream-thumbs-up.html' title='Nelly - Just A Dream.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/THDU0xgVpcI/AAAAAAAAQeY/o-LhjSFsEWo/s72-c/page.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-751754997907272872</id><published>2010-08-18T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:22:32.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, since you wanna be with me, you have to follow through with every word you say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGvq4vmtQJI/AAAAAAAAQeQ/MrC06LA9yfo/s1600/tumblr_l0bmqp0lNo1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGvq4vmtQJI/AAAAAAAAQeQ/MrC06LA9yfo/s400/tumblr_l0bmqp0lNo1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506753229962952850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pang of insecurity gushes all over me yet again. Do you think I want to feel this way? Hell no. But I'm the type whose thoughts would run in a hundred different directions when something comes up that make me think this way. I'd make up scenarios that would make myself think of even more other possible situations, it's all like a little movie in my head. The word, What If this and What If that pops up most frequently.  I can't help it, it's the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you give me reasons to start believing in you with the things you say. But I don't think that's enough, after all, actions speaks louder than words right? Thing is, I can't even see your actions when you're not even here. So what now? Where does that leave it? Enough events have happened to make me not to believe in you, I don’t know what to do. To make matters worse, I’m always in the dark. I don't know what goes on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word Trust just doesn't exist in my dictionary right now, right from the beginning actually, and I don't know when it'll appear if you can't earn it.&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/1615189348288950783-751754997907272872?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/751754997907272872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=751754997907272872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/751754997907272872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/751754997907272872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-since-you-wanna-be-with-me-you-have.html' title='So, since you wanna be with me, you have to follow through with every word you say.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGvq4vmtQJI/AAAAAAAAQeQ/MrC06LA9yfo/s72-c/tumblr_l0bmqp0lNo1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1533308732423559250</id><published>2010-08-16T17:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:20:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how fast some of us grown up and some of us grown apart.</title><content type='html'>Something came up that sent shock waves through everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are telling me what they think of the whole situation, and frankly, I don't care about it at all. It's not your business, certainly not my business. It's other peoples business, so just let it be. I hate it when people start gossiping about other peoples stuff other than their own which would eventually lead to false assumptions and rumors. It's just ridiculous. What I would like to say though, is how happy I felt and still feel about it. Happy for you, happy for me. I'm finally free from that lithe brush of your fingertips that slowly turned to a gripping fist around my arm for the longest time over the years. It took awhile, but hey, the time is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So, I was bored out of my mind on Saturday afternoon I started camwhoring and watching YouTube videos. And later in the evening, I was so stressed out with last minute changes. Plans were changed c.o.m.p.l.e.t.e.l.y, but thankfully everything turned out well in the end. Ming, you are one lucky girl to have your birthday to fall on a Saturdaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had fun. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZDoFWMkI/AAAAAAAAQbY/lpdRr28kBnA/s1600/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZDoFWMkI/AAAAAAAAQbY/lpdRr28kBnA/s400/DSC01182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505537357062222402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had dinner at D'Ítaliane with mum, sis, Kin Loong &amp;amp; of course, my best flensss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZjgdwVfI/AAAAAAAAQbo/9hWo2xPbfHA/s1600/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZjgdwVfI/AAAAAAAAQbo/9hWo2xPbfHA/s400/DSC01189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505537904772929010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZDycdj3I/AAAAAAAAQbg/WQ2jJGI_FE4/s1600/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZDycdj3I/AAAAAAAAQbg/WQ2jJGI_FE4/s400/DSC01191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505537359843528562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZj9EOt1I/AAAAAAAAQbw/g133u0pnmec/s1600/DSC01194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZj9EOt1I/AAAAAAAAQbw/g133u0pnmec/s400/DSC01194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505537912450496338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our designated driver and father for the night came and took us down to KL to meet up with the others after dinner.. Ni JUI HAO, WO AI NI CHARLSON LIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGec0xqUgQI/AAAAAAAAQb4/zhKSftnG5Fo/s1600/Maison,+Giza+Mall+14th+August+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGec0xqUgQI/AAAAAAAAQb4/zhKSftnG5Fo/s400/Maison,+Giza+Mall+14th+August+20101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505541499981693186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGedjmk9P6I/AAAAAAAAQcI/GPWdFq8OuFk/s1600/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGedjmk9P6I/AAAAAAAAQcI/GPWdFq8OuFk/s400/DSC01201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505542304460259234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin Bieber always looks funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGedkFN-6fI/AAAAAAAAQcQ/c3VjDIlylZ8/s1600/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGedkFN-6fI/AAAAAAAAQcQ/c3VjDIlylZ8/s400/DSC01205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505542312685398514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We practically drank the first bottle ourselves while waiting for others to get in lor. :\ The manager is soo friendlyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeiAGEUrjI/AAAAAAAAQdI/8ibTF8uy4kw/s1600/page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeiAGEUrjI/AAAAAAAAQdI/8ibTF8uy4kw/s400/page.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547191996165682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeh_8cNXoI/AAAAAAAAQdA/YOAoCrhv7p4/s1600/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeh_8cNXoI/AAAAAAAAQdA/YOAoCrhv7p4/s400/page1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547189411995266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGehuGbO_yI/AAAAAAAAQc4/aw646jHwQ8c/s1600/DSC01224n2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGehuGbO_yI/AAAAAAAAQc4/aw646jHwQ8c/s400/DSC01224n2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505546882854616866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry, only 4 chicks for the night.&lt;br /&gt;There were too many dudes. It's too bad they couldn't come up and dance on stage. It'd be freaking gay I would go down and watch them from there. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeimGdZN4I/AAAAAAAAQdQ/geB8U27wr_0/s1600/DSC01233wl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeimGdZN4I/AAAAAAAAQdQ/geB8U27wr_0/s400/DSC01233wl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547844936349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I added the light for effect and now, IM LOVING ITTTTTTTTTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I have no idea who those 3 girls are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeimvJMpwI/AAAAAAAAQdY/VbSikduXMJE/s1600/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeimvJMpwI/AAAAAAAAQdY/VbSikduXMJE/s400/DSC01237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547855857493762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeinKgdy_I/AAAAAAAAQdg/g_XHuPcEI6g/s1600/DSC01243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeinKgdy_I/AAAAAAAAQdg/g_XHuPcEI6g/s400/DSC01243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547863202843634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeinQJmXuI/AAAAAAAAQdo/Aw8SynN14yc/s1600/DSC01249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeinQJmXuI/AAAAAAAAQdo/Aw8SynN14yc/s400/DSC01249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505547864717549282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGkOmVvbW8I/AAAAAAAAQdw/wd2KuMZ69Ao/s1600/40448_1465627853921_1630281025_1131518_2183820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGkOmVvbW8I/AAAAAAAAQdw/wd2KuMZ69Ao/s400/40448_1465627853921_1630281025_1131518_2183820_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505948071271029698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got home only I realized, JOEY AND EDNA DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ooooh!&lt;br /&gt;There are new blogger templates and designs and colours and shit on blogspot. Would like to choose one when I've got the time. It looks awesome because now we can finally design however we like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oooooh my gwaaaad. Guess who is suddenly following me to Bangkok?! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1533308732423559250?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1533308732423559250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1533308732423559250&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1533308732423559250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1533308732423559250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-how-fast-weve-grown-up-and-apart.html' title='Oh how fast some of us grown up and some of us grown apart.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGeZDoFWMkI/AAAAAAAAQbY/lpdRr28kBnA/s72-c/DSC01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5420757239331439554</id><published>2010-08-14T16:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T17:00:34.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody please save me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZT70HAIyI/AAAAAAAAQaw/zn8U1szaMzs/s1600/100814-154850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZT70HAIyI/AAAAAAAAQaw/zn8U1szaMzs/s400/100814-154850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505179881572410146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out my "hor lin" face, I think I really look damn poor thing lor. No wonder people always give in whenever I show this face. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZUiGEfviI/AAAAAAAAQa4/MoBESynNAI4/s1600/100814-154859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZUiGEfviI/AAAAAAAAQa4/MoBESynNAI4/s400/100814-154859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505180539228765730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My miang face. And fat arms. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZU3-G4ZCI/AAAAAAAAQbA/zpspHVVjfjg/s1600/100814-154429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZU3-G4ZCI/AAAAAAAAQbA/zpspHVVjfjg/s400/100814-154429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505180915048408098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can this pass as my cute face? Cute means ugly but adorable, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZVYiHhEfI/AAAAAAAAQbQ/zuBuG9G1i-A/s1600/100814-154806n3%5Dbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZVYiHhEfI/AAAAAAAAQbQ/zuBuG9G1i-A/s400/100814-154806n3%5Dbb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505181474470564338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite! Because my arms don't look so fat anymore. It's all about the angle yo, must do this pose more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS WHAT BOREDOM DOES TO YOU LAH. Now I know why a certain few girls in my Facebook friends list like to take pictures with their webcam, then posting 2429385943 of them up even though they all look the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;. They're either, bored all the freaking time or just vain. I'm a little bit of both today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to start on my first draft for English but I didn't know how to start so i just gave up after 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZVYcjO-CI/AAAAAAAAQbI/Nv5xtOc001M/s1600/100814-154420.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going out tonight too, will probably wake up at 3pm tomorrow. I'm so doomed, this assignment is due this week! :o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5420757239331439554?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5420757239331439554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5420757239331439554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5420757239331439554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5420757239331439554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/check-out-my-hor-lin-face-i-think-i.html' title='Somebody please save me......'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGZT70HAIyI/AAAAAAAAQaw/zn8U1szaMzs/s72-c/100814-154850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-4298395666230343569</id><published>2010-08-14T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T01:03:16.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you got the best of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGUQ_0w6PII/AAAAAAAAQag/iozdquw06Qg/s1600/tumblr_kx1igyReds1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGUQ_0w6PII/AAAAAAAAQag/iozdquw06Qg/s400/tumblr_kx1igyReds1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504824808211889282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you can still be my safeguard even though you've been in a far far away land for these past few months. It's so amazing and thank you for the protection, loves. Truthfully, everything you have given me is the only thing that helps keep me going. I need it. I look forward to your calls and messages everyday. I'd jump, squeak and smile whenever your name appears on the screen. And when I don't get just a word from you for a day, I'd fall into this ridiculous depression. This is how much you mean to me. We all may not get what we always want. And right now, I want more than anything to have you by my side. But since our situation is the way it is, perhaps there's a reason for it to be this way, we'll just have to find out what it is soon, won't we? As for now.. I'm just going to learn to appreciate what God has already given me and make the best of it. I'm trying to live with it and be happy with what we've got. It is even possible that I've slowly started adapting myself to it because my eyes are wide open now as I suddenly feel like the luckiest girl in the world. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the face I see here in the crowd, and the beating of my heart  moves faster now. You're always on my mind, every minute of the day  and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm  hanging onto every word you say&lt;/span&gt;. So please, don't make me regret writing this one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-4298395666230343569?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4298395666230343569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=4298395666230343569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4298395666230343569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4298395666230343569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-you-got-best-of-me.html' title='I think you got the best of me.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGUQ_0w6PII/AAAAAAAAQag/iozdquw06Qg/s72-c/tumblr_kx1igyReds1qzb7gjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8194983368843546584</id><published>2010-08-13T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:25:39.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its not the same blogging with my phone now instead of my laptop but I just gotta say this. Someone needs to teach me a way how to voice out to people who are disturbing me to just leave me the hell alone. I'm always too nice to say something because I'm afraid of offending them when I tell them to fuck off even if I say it in a nice manner or not. Dont know, thats just how I feel bout it. In a way, I find that I'm being some serious two faced bitch at the same time when I vent and complain bout how that person is to my friends. And even bitcher/meaner when someone else helps me do the dirty job instead. And when the person comes to say Sorry and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll JUST SUDDENLY FEEL SOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8194983368843546584?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8194983368843546584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8194983368843546584&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8194983368843546584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8194983368843546584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-not-same-blogging-with-my-phone-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-4155172431569348574</id><published>2010-08-12T19:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:26:52.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl time</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Drowning by Backstreet Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldies rock. :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever saw my previous post filled with venom, I shall explain no more than say that it was just a bad day for me. I was really pressured because all the work depended on me alone. Even though I didn't get the cooperation from people, I still feel bad if I bitch bout them here. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEE HOW NICE I AM, ZZZZ&lt;/span&gt;. Thus, I drafted it and I don't think it'll be seen ever again. It's too bad some people didn't see it though, I sounded so... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fierce.&lt;/span&gt; *likeeeees*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's settled. Even though my best friends won't be able to follow me, but I'm still going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; again in a few weeks anyway! All I can think about now is the clothes. I will restrain myself from shopping here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most you know bout this but for those who hasn't noticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the clothes you buy from boutiques/blogshops are from Korea, Hong Kong, Bangkok.. etc RIGHT?? Well for the ones from Bangkok, you can easily&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; find them there along with many more other designs and only pay RM15 for it if you convert the money to Malaysian Ringgit. And you pay like...what..? RM80-RM120 here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking conjob I swear.&lt;br /&gt;The boutiques/blogshops here untung like shit lor. This is why I seldom shop much anymore, unless I really love it. So guys, go Bangkok. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY PICTURES TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPacERxyII/AAAAAAAAQZo/Gm2RYids7zs/s1600/DSC01010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504483345296377986" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPacERxyII/AAAAAAAAQZo/Gm2RYids7zs/s400/DSC01010.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, I totally screamed when I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPacnbbn6I/AAAAAAAAQZw/aty68s5T0ag/s1600/DSC01025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504483354732109730" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPacnbbn6I/AAAAAAAAQZw/aty68s5T0ag/s400/DSC01025.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPadMGDPLI/AAAAAAAAQZ4/38yyvAjQE2Y/s1600/DSC01042.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504483364574543026" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPadMGDPLI/AAAAAAAAQZ4/38yyvAjQE2Y/s400/DSC01042.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPa3bxwuuI/AAAAAAAAQaI/esEcZwIIreM/s1600/DSC01055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504483815461010146" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPa3bxwuuI/AAAAAAAAQaI/esEcZwIIreM/s400/DSC01055.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-4155172431569348574?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4155172431569348574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=4155172431569348574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4155172431569348574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4155172431569348574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/girl-time.html' title='Girl time'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGPacERxyII/AAAAAAAAQZo/Gm2RYids7zs/s72-c/DSC01010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2183930884198548485</id><published>2010-08-09T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:29:19.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't have it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGAA1oqJT7I/AAAAAAAAQZg/yDttLVcwDqw/s1600/DSC01136rr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGAA1oqJT7I/AAAAAAAAQZg/yDttLVcwDqw/s400/DSC01136rr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503399666094002098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes people are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Not in looks.&lt;br /&gt;Not in what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just in what they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that she ain't beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;She is one of the most beautiful people I know.&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don’t know why it is that one kind of dark can be so different from another. Real dark is thicker and quieter, it fills up the space between your jacket and your heart. It gets in your eyes. When I have to be out late at night, it’s not knives and kicks I’m afraid of, though there are plenty of those behind walls and hedges. I’m afraid of the Dark. You, who walk so cheerfully, whistling your way, stand still for five minutes. Stand still in the Dark in a field or down a track. It’s then you know you’re there on sufferance. The Dark only lets you take one step at a time. Step and the Dark closes round your back. In front, there is no space for you until you take it. Darkness is absolute. Walking in the Dark is like swimming underwater except you can’t come up for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2183930884198548485?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2183930884198548485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2183930884198548485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2183930884198548485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2183930884198548485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-cant-have-it-all.html' title='You can&apos;t have it all.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TGAA1oqJT7I/AAAAAAAAQZg/yDttLVcwDqw/s72-c/DSC01136rr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1801801874327140112</id><published>2010-08-07T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T02:04:08.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...she was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.</title><content type='html'>Listening to: All For You by Ace Of Base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a nice quiet evening. I like the feeling of being around my closest friends and those whom I've known the longest because it just makes me feel exactly like how I used to be and exactly how I used to feel-&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to those who texted/called me asking me what's going on, am I okay and whats up with that tweet I posted up. Hehe, I feel loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spreeeeee tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Good night, ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1801801874327140112?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1801801874327140112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1801801874327140112&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1801801874327140112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1801801874327140112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-was-struck-by-simple-truth-that.html' title='...she was struck by the simple truth that sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-9031529691103433693</id><published>2010-08-05T17:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T17:26:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It bugs me a lot not knowing who visits this page of mine, as I am a really really curious person! The trackers only allows me to know which page they come from, which country and what time they visit. So, since I have personal thoughts I'd like to sound out from time to time.. I guess I'd just use my phone to Twitter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I suspect a few people I do not want reading what I write reads here and my Twitter, I already locked my account lah. *sticks out tongue* So if you want to see them, sign up for an account and send a request to&lt;a href="http://twitter/SueZenChin"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I might lock this page soon too.. don't know.. still contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shitty ass week is going to end soon, I can't bloody wait.&lt;br /&gt;May tomorrow be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAP TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-9031529691103433693?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/9031529691103433693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=9031529691103433693&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/9031529691103433693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/9031529691103433693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-bugs-lot-not-knowing-who-visits-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1051514379997114011</id><published>2010-08-04T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:59:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="600" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-4S9gQb9PjM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/-4S9gQb9PjM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1051514379997114011?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1051514379997114011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1051514379997114011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1051514379997114011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1051514379997114011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-song-makes-me-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3772799805343844001</id><published>2010-08-01T17:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:11:22.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could have just one wish, I'd have you by my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFU5fV7dGSI/AAAAAAAAQZI/5RgBo6E4Wk8/s1600/b47.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFU5fV7dGSI/AAAAAAAAQZI/5RgBo6E4Wk8/s400/b47.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500365730528172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it's good to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you're doing fine&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;I'm lonely here tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost here in this moment&lt;br /&gt;And time keeps slipping by&lt;br /&gt;And if I could have just one wish&lt;br /&gt;I'd have you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try to live without you&lt;br /&gt;But tears fall from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone and I feel empty&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm torn apart inside&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you're doing the same&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I feel closer&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ho, I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ho, I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you more&lt;br /&gt;Than I did before&lt;br /&gt;And then today I don't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed&lt;br /&gt;No one could take your place&lt;br /&gt;It gets harder every day&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me more than you did before&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry it's this way&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;I'll be coming home&lt;br /&gt;And if you ask me I will stay&lt;br /&gt;I will stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus ain't the same girl as she was before.&lt;br /&gt;Her songs are now so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Larve itttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3772799805343844001?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3772799805343844001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3772799805343844001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3772799805343844001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3772799805343844001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-i-could-have-just-one-wish-id-have.html' title='If I could have just one wish, I&apos;d have you by my side.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFU5fV7dGSI/AAAAAAAAQZI/5RgBo6E4Wk8/s72-c/b47.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8132194766224604942</id><published>2010-08-01T10:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:36:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things like this always ends ugly, I'm just waiting to see how ugly can it get.</title><content type='html'>A few friends of mine were there free and opened to listen to my problems and even though it didn't help much(it still did a bit though!) because this is something I would have to settle on my own because it is after all, my problem. Thank you all for being there for me. I truly appreciate it. :) The way I see it, you can either complain that the roses have thorns, or you can be thankful that the thorns have roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know where do I go to watch free TV series online? because the web I normally go which is tvshack.net has already been closed down! knn -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQvjKrhY-I/AAAAAAAAQYI/pmXznyqckLc/s1600/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQvjKrhY-I/AAAAAAAAQYI/pmXznyqckLc/s400/DSC01005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500073326135043042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQvjKrhY-I/AAAAAAAAQYI/pmXznyqckLc/s1600/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bimbo friend and I who likes to call me bimbo herself. And she  ain't as sweet and innocent as she looks lah, I tell you first. But what  she did was helped me realized something in one of our talks that I  don't think would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; cross my  mind if she didn't tell me. Totally opened my eyes about something man.  :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was bored and so I started exploring these functions  and&lt;br /&gt;EH, DAMN NICE  LOR RIGHT THE EFFECT.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFTo8D_LQRI/AAAAAAAAQZA/y-7jpvAFWUg/s1600/DSC00999k.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look what I found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TE7umZkcuTI/AAAAAAAAQWA/vaFJwROhNi4/s1600/38426_1468818795070_1071574670_1328342_2790635_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TE7umZkcuTI/AAAAAAAAQWA/vaFJwROhNi4/s400/38426_1468818795070_1071574670_1328342_2790635_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498594538532157746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best ugly picture, this is why I don't like taking pictures in skull.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God people cannot see the pictures I'm tagged in lor seriously. But I find this quite okay so am just gonna show you my 'äct cute' face, not like you never seen before but.... yeah... oh what am I talking bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night however, was suppose to be my so called worry free and have fun night. I actually wanted to just stay home and crash early, but the events of the day before made me wanna just let loose and go out with friends. Just wanted to NOT be emo for one night, I think acceptable right. But somehow my night it totally backfired, right back to my face. This would probably be my worst "have fun" night everrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing is that me likey the pictures even though they weren't many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQ0TYFN-MI/AAAAAAAAQYQ/V-_j0EafCs0/s1600/DSC00986n1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQ0TYFN-MI/AAAAAAAAQYQ/V-_j0EafCs0/s400/DSC00986n1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500078552412715202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yin and Yun so prettyyyy that night. Omg look at my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perut&lt;/span&gt; but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQ0T5YRxfI/AAAAAAAAQYY/4uUy4aZs1VM/s1600/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQ0T5YRxfI/AAAAAAAAQYY/4uUy4aZs1VM/s400/DSC00990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500078561351026162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQ0USqkF4I/AAAAAAAAQYg/S6YudQIIAbw/s1600/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQ0USqkF4I/AAAAAAAAQYg/S6YudQIIAbw/s400/DSC00992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500078568138610562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin! Soooooo Bieber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFM0Qxm7CxI/AAAAAAAAQXY/jbzoIgCQDvs/s1600/DSC00994n3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFM0Qxm7CxI/AAAAAAAAQXY/jbzoIgCQDvs/s400/DSC00994n3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499797032748649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFM13VJ85yI/AAAAAAAAQYA/xkfh5bSNVjw/s1600/DSC00997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFM13VJ85yI/AAAAAAAAQYA/xkfh5bSNVjw/s400/DSC00997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499798794637469474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Cong looks really gay here so I MUST post this up. And fucker said I looked fat that night and I quote, "just stating the obvious. " As if I didn't know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFM01-ohxRI/AAAAAAAAQX4/1MBXA_olN6A/s1600/DSC01001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFM01-ohxRI/AAAAAAAAQX4/1MBXA_olN6A/s400/DSC01001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499797671900202258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These 2 totally cannot take picture wiv me lor. One smiling one not smiling in the other picture, and vice versa here. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8132194766224604942?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8132194766224604942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8132194766224604942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8132194766224604942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8132194766224604942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-like-this-always-ends-ugly-im.html' title='Things like this always ends ugly, I&apos;m just waiting to see how ugly can it get.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TFQvjKrhY-I/AAAAAAAAQYI/pmXznyqckLc/s72-c/DSC01005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2425877490489467018</id><published>2010-07-27T19:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:24:58.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions decisions...</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when elderly people ask you this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So what are you planning to study next?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sure most of you guys have gone through this before. And I know maybe they just want to make polite conversation or give us a little piece of advise that might be useful. I'm grateful, I really am. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it seriously pressures the hell out of me, even more than I already am.&lt;/span&gt; My replies would always be the same,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't decided yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they would just smile and say nothing, I'd actually get all paranoid and think that they think I'm indecisive and have no direction at all. Which, is partly true. Thus, I get extra extra pressured. People used to tell me to " take your time, it's a long way more to make a decision. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line was so true..... 2 bloody years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking their advice and pushing the thought of it as far away as I could as it was indeed a long way more. But time is passing by just too too fast and I can't believe I'm already on my second semester in college. I'm left with no choice now, as much as I don't want to, I have to make up my mind sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I've recently sort of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had a few options on what to do but I'm just not too sure if it's really what I want to do. :( How can one know if it is The One For You? Seriously? I envy those who just flat out know what they are going to do and are so confident with their replies. My dad would totally kill me if I study something halfway, then switch after awhile. I'm afraid. So after elderly ask you the first question, the next common one would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So where are you planning to study?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I DON'T KNOW MAN. My dad would be mighty happy if I went to CHINA(Yes, I know, can see the ??? on top your head redi). My mum would be mighty happy if I stayed here. My sister would be mighty happy if I went to UK or US I reckon. And I would be mighty happy if I could just make up my mind already. My choice would only be here or Australia though. And it's only a 50/50. Anywhere else is too far away from home and Singapore is just too competitive. So my own question would be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOULD I GO TO AUSTRALIA TO FURTHER MY STUDIES OR JUST STAY HERE??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2425877490489467018?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2425877490489467018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2425877490489467018&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2425877490489467018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2425877490489467018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions decisions...'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2305021084983443673</id><published>2010-07-25T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:25:30.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on marching.</title><content type='html'>Over the years, I used to wonder what would it be like if you and I ever go our separate ways. I couldn't even bear the thought of it, always thinking it would leave such a big mark on me I wouldn't be able to pick myself up again. This used to be my way of thinking, until the day I realized how far apart we’ve grown. I know I should talk to you and ask you how you’re doing. After all, I do not know what's going on in your life anymore, nor you do bout mine. But it just occurred to me that we’re strangers now. You don’t know me anymore, much less want to, and it’s okay. Cause honestly? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I shocked myself to realize that it doesn't even bother me that much. &lt;/span&gt;I can't say that I completely do not care, but when I do think about you from time to time, my heart doesn't ache anymore. Why should it after what you've done to me anyway? So I'm gonna keep smiling, I'm gonna keep it moving cause I don't need you. Everything’s different now, and I'm proud to say I’ve been staying strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe so, but my weekend did not go very well. Nothing particularly went wrong, but I just didn't feel good about it. And I'm still feeling so tired and this bloody headache is getting worse by the day it's not funny. Something is wrong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something I did not do before though,-&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed to say I peed in the bushes for the very first time, just couldn't hold it any longer okay. What an experience! Was so afraid there were snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAGyOHhLI/AAAAAAAAQVI/GLwU4V3eifU/s1600/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAGyOHhLI/AAAAAAAAQVI/GLwU4V3eifU/s400/DSC00948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497487886696023218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never fail to take a picture whenever I go there, I'm so gay. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAHXZWrVI/AAAAAAAAQVQ/vSG31FWiL6Q/s1600/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAHXZWrVI/AAAAAAAAQVQ/vSG31FWiL6Q/s400/DSC00951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497487896675265874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brown cowwww shopped @ Bangsar and I didn't! Damn proud of myself lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE are currently planning to go Bangkok together this September during Raya holidays. Initially I was suppose to go back Singapore but I don't think I want to anymore. I NEES to go shopping in Bangkok. :( Let's hope our breaks would be the same, and let's hope this time it'll happen because our plan to Melbourne last year didn't work out in the end. Me wanna go holiday with my best friend man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAHthxh4I/AAAAAAAAQVY/oZrgiYVp_7E/s1600/DSC00960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAHthxh4I/AAAAAAAAQVY/oZrgiYVp_7E/s400/DSC00960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497487902616160130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAIVoiByI/AAAAAAAAQVg/CPg8Umn6xC0/s1600/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAIVoiByI/AAAAAAAAQVg/CPg8Umn6xC0/s400/DSC00968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497487913381922594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, he looked like that in every single picture. - Retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TExNEq6-shI/AAAAAAAAQV4/twbsDFcga8I/s1600/DSC00973b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TExNEq6-shI/AAAAAAAAQV4/twbsDFcga8I/s400/DSC00973b2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853987749016082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid annoying piece of.... hair. Thank God I had it trimmed today already. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2305021084983443673?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2305021084983443673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2305021084983443673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2305021084983443673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2305021084983443673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-on-marching.html' title='Keep on marching.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEsAGyOHhLI/AAAAAAAAQVI/GLwU4V3eifU/s72-c/DSC00948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8031621695452583221</id><published>2010-07-24T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:53:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, girlfriend! Guess who!</title><content type='html'>I think Sue Zen is one fascinating girl. Personality wise, the things she does and the way her brain works. You'll never know what is she going to do next, it's all a big mystery sometimes. She is only person I know with so much charisma you'll no doubt harbor a fond of likeness after spending some time with her. Don't know if I used the right word because I don't know what else to call it, it's just her 'thing'. She's fun, she's bubbly, she's just great. Whoever has her by their side right now are lucky lucky people. Don't let her go! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll be surprised when you read this babe. Enjoy life. Don't be sad!&lt;br /&gt;Miss you heaps!!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8031621695452583221?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8031621695452583221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8031621695452583221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8031621695452583221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8031621695452583221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-girlfriend.html' title='Hi, girlfriend! Guess who!'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8959769161434932936</id><published>2010-07-22T17:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:27:14.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging mojo is back!</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;DJ got us fallin in love - Usher featuring Pitbull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like writing something. So here goes, Joey called me a retarded dumb "blonde" bimbo this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know what came over me and made me think this way, perhaps I've been so distracted I got the dates mixed up.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; But I actually thought MTV World Stage was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Saturday.&lt;/span&gt; Khairil got our tickets ready already but since I thought it was this Saturday and Sim will be coming back for the weekend, I told Khai I couldn't make it. He was disappointed and sold our tickets off right before I realized it was actually next Saturday.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are desperately in need of the tickets(like Joey) will probably hate me for this. YES, I DUMB. How wasted, I know. But I'm not really all that bummed out cause I wasn't really looking forward to it except for Katy Perry &amp;amp; probably maybe.. Wonder Girls, the reason why I wanted to go was to spend time with Khai since we always go concerts together. Yeah, he sees me in my worst condition every time when I'm all sweaty, stinky and smelly, yet he doesn't mind! :p I will ask him to try to get tickets again, but I doubt he can though. So yeah. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a few more silly things this week. But another reason why I'm feeling really dumb now is because.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M SO LOST IN STUDIES. &lt;/span&gt;Lecturers said second semester would be easier but why the hell am I finding it hard to understand everything?? Especially math, accounts and econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I used to love math and now I'm dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;-Without Ms Sham's incredibly loud voice and terribly fast mood swings, nothing goes in my head for accounting. Plus, it's always the last class of the day and I'd be half dead by the time.&lt;br /&gt;-Economics, no need to saaaaaaaay lah. Since I'm just "ä baby" as teacher would call it, I take longer than most of them to actually understand whatever it is that's been said. So much reading to do.. hate it. And the worst part is, I'm taking Economics A and B together so it's like, extra extra stressssssss. My grades are going to fall tremendously, I can tell. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gonna study for test tomorrow now and do my research proposal which is also due tomorrow. Very DUMB of me to procrastinate till the very last minute again. It's gonna be an all nighter. Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8959769161434932936?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8959769161434932936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8959769161434932936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8959769161434932936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8959769161434932936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/blogging-mojo-is-back.html' title='Blogging mojo is back!'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2053059764653286753</id><published>2010-07-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:12:27.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There must be something more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEb9kTltsGI/AAAAAAAAQVA/D00pLRWf33k/s1600/7863cb68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEb9kTltsGI/AAAAAAAAQVA/D00pLRWf33k/s400/7863cb68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496359195427844194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why can't they understand the way we feel, they just don't trust, what   they can't explain. I know we're different but deep inside us, we're not   that different at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2053059764653286753?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2053059764653286753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2053059764653286753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2053059764653286753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2053059764653286753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-cant-they-understand-way-we-feel.html' title='There must be something more.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEb9kTltsGI/AAAAAAAAQVA/D00pLRWf33k/s72-c/7863cb68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-5283807559376307150</id><published>2010-07-21T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:33:41.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me fall.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling really well lately, these thoughts and feelings are all clustered into a big tight ball  around me I don't even know where to begin. I've been afraid, stressed up, listless, insecure and tired most of the time with college and personal life together. I'm so sick of hearing myself say the word "tired" all the freaking time, physically and mentally. I dread day after day to the extend that I do not wish to get my ass up from bed every morning. I don't know if sad falls in the category cause all these mixed feelings are jumbled up.. Ain't gonna deny it, but life is tough. And the worst part is that I've been feeling more lonely than ever and I don't know what to do about it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; Because nothing sucks worse than feeling alone no matter how many people are around.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I think back and wish some things did not happen and that I didn't make decisions so hastily, that way I won't find myself in this situation now. I just keep telling myself that there will be a significant moment when I will finally know what to do. But that moment still hasn't come, so now I'm stuck. Have you noticed? I'm always stuck. -.-" It's annoying, really. Don't get me wrong, I tried to look at things on the bright side. But something just has to come along the way to burn out all the light I see and make everything dim again. At least I tried, but I gave up a long time ago, what else can I possibly do to fill this void in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, my life just sucks, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-5283807559376307150?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/5283807559376307150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=5283807559376307150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5283807559376307150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/5283807559376307150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/watch-me-fall.html' title='Watch me fall.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3122634568051652955</id><published>2010-07-20T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:15:15.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, soul sistas.</title><content type='html'>I think I go to Genting too often. I have like, 6 albums for Genting pictures already. :x Wanna go Bukit Tinggi next time! The cold breeze is always nice though, that's what everyone goes up for right? We went up to celebrate Sum's birthday actually. Watched some magic show where they had dancing performances too, by pussycat dolls alike dancers! Quite shocking lor really, I thought Malaysia does not allow performances with any exposed skin to that extend. But they were hot hot hot nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just chilled for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;It was relaxingggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCuP7BIXI/AAAAAAAAQTw/lpqCYlzY2pA/s1600/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMGciXFimI/AAAAAAAAQU4/_lbPOOK5EIw/s1600/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMGciXFimI/AAAAAAAAQU4/_lbPOOK5EIw/s400/DSC00765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495243057651878498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCsmjqEsI/AAAAAAAAQTg/gJBtK8OC0ew/s1600/DSC00773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCsmjqEsI/AAAAAAAAQTg/gJBtK8OC0ew/s400/DSC00773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495238935609742018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCtWmI2tI/AAAAAAAAQTo/GxTX6eXo3X8/s1600/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCtWmI2tI/AAAAAAAAQTo/GxTX6eXo3X8/s400/DSC00775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495238948505049810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA, I'M HIDDEN. They were like, our awesome bodyguards. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCuP7BIXI/AAAAAAAAQTw/lpqCYlzY2pA/s1600/DSC00784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMCuP7BIXI/AAAAAAAAQTw/lpqCYlzY2pA/s400/DSC00784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495238963893444978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEME-w8vLdI/AAAAAAAAQT4/y0ZCI-pJtDk/s1600/Genting+17th+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEME-w8vLdI/AAAAAAAAQT4/y0ZCI-pJtDk/s400/Genting+17th+July+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495241446660189650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy birthday, Sum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEME_U3xgfI/AAAAAAAAQUA/top6QWnJ8ps/s1600/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEME_U3xgfI/AAAAAAAAQUA/top6QWnJ8ps/s400/DSC00802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495241456303047154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEME_wfmd6I/AAAAAAAAQUI/ANJnqQOKwBs/s1600/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEME_wfmd6I/AAAAAAAAQUI/ANJnqQOKwBs/s400/DSC00804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495241463717853090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFqJfKw1I/AAAAAAAAQUY/4N-QDvQ7Vjw/s1600/DSC00823n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFqJfKw1I/AAAAAAAAQUY/4N-QDvQ7Vjw/s400/DSC00823n1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495242191981429586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my best girlfriends, we do the silliest things. ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFqjUJcwI/AAAAAAAAQUg/Dme_YCK9y3w/s1600/DSC00833a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFqjUJcwI/AAAAAAAAQUg/Dme_YCK9y3w/s400/DSC00833a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495242198914528002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFpkz47TI/AAAAAAAAQUQ/q_qBZhpaAy8/s1600/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFpkz47TI/AAAAAAAAQUQ/q_qBZhpaAy8/s400/DSC00819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495242182136229170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFrBxWvBI/AAAAAAAAQUo/FYCJytTLMdo/s1600/DSC00887e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMFrBxWvBI/AAAAAAAAQUo/FYCJytTLMdo/s400/DSC00887e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495242207090097170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish to post up this facial clay mask thingy pictures we applied on Sean.. but he's gonna read this and will probably kill me for doing so. But, it's on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=13663351&amp;amp;id=598295789&amp;amp;ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=photo_comment#%21/album.php?aid=453899&amp;amp;id=598295789&amp;amp;page=9"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; though!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that&lt;br /&gt;it was the first time I saw Ming being high on  alcohol! Since we played some games and drank in the hotel room. I could see she was actually fighting to keep her eyes open the entire time. She also started  talking like a little kiddo and totally ''konged'''out with her mouth wide  open after that she couldn't even hear super loud noisy snoring sounds.   So cute lah I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND REALLY, I admit I was the first one to die on the bed. But when everyone else went to bed after me, I couldn't sleep anymore. Music + snoring. And I heard a sneeze from the bathroom at 6am I swear. ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3122634568051652955?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3122634568051652955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3122634568051652955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3122634568051652955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3122634568051652955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-soul-sistas.html' title='Hey, soul sistas.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TEMGciXFimI/AAAAAAAAQU4/_lbPOOK5EIw/s72-c/DSC00765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-2430795333011661880</id><published>2010-07-18T22:03:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:26:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got no room left in my heart for hostility.</title><content type='html'>You and me have honestly gotten in over our heads. What makes you think that I'll stick around when you're at war with yourself?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; If you knew how much damage you've caused me, you'd just apologize already. But you're so clueless and heartless, so the apologies won't come. So now, it just makes me&lt;/span&gt; look at you with so much disdain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-2430795333011661880?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/2430795333011661880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=2430795333011661880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2430795333011661880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/2430795333011661880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-you-everyday.html' title='Got no room left in my heart for hostility.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8481262710787533445</id><published>2010-07-16T13:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T20:09:13.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TD_sw60AC9I/AAAAAAAAQTY/OylxDYD3stY/s1600/Video+call+snapshot+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TD_sw60AC9I/AAAAAAAAQTY/OylxDYD3stY/s400/Video+call+snapshot+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494370395580533714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:1000%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:1000%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:1000%;" &gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8481262710787533445?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8481262710787533445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8481262710787533445&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8481262710787533445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8481262710787533445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-long-distance-is-killing-me.html' title='Distance.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TD_sw60AC9I/AAAAAAAAQTY/OylxDYD3stY/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6589272863020089115</id><published>2010-07-14T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:53:16.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different kind than the kind I used to know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDgT0OQ-JRI/AAAAAAAAQSA/Hhe45boFItI/s1600/tumblr_l4ei55KoR51qztsrto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDgT0OQ-JRI/AAAAAAAAQSA/Hhe45boFItI/s400/tumblr_l4ei55KoR51qztsrto1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492161533481723154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you putting your arms around my waist protectively.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you holding my hand on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you piggy bagging me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you just staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you kissing my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you kissing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you nibbling my ears.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you smelling my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you using me as your bolster.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you letting me rub your tummy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you being around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6589272863020089115?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6589272863020089115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6589272863020089115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6589272863020089115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6589272863020089115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/different-kind-than-kind-i-used-to-know.html' title='A different kind than the kind I used to know.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDgT0OQ-JRI/AAAAAAAAQSA/Hhe45boFItI/s72-c/tumblr_l4ei55KoR51qztsrto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7265922837799853680</id><published>2010-07-13T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:17:15.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathered.</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P by 30H!3.&lt;br /&gt;(BEST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last week, right after I came back from Singapore, we had one of our school gathering thing yet again. It's not right to say class because some of them weren't from Siantan. But it's nice knowing everyone still misses everyone and still took the trouble to set up a date and venue for everyone to meet up. It's nice knowing I can eat like a greedy fellow in front of them as if I haven't ate in a week and they would not get disgusted too? hahahaha. Even though a few of our friends weren't able to make it, but this was by far the biggest gathering we had yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how many more is there to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDivhQcQCQI/AAAAAAAAQSI/ptQSujsNuoM/s1600/Gathering+3rd+july+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDivhQcQCQI/AAAAAAAAQSI/ptQSujsNuoM/s400/Gathering+3rd+july+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492332731462322434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDx1FfOWtRI/AAAAAAAAQTI/McQurHZG6Gk/s1600/Gathering+3rd+july+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDx1FfOWtRI/AAAAAAAAQTI/McQurHZG6Gk/s400/Gathering+3rd+july+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493394382626665746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDiviOqHGgI/AAAAAAAAQSQ/MnbTItCwZCQ/s1600/Gathering+3rd+july+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDiviOqHGgI/AAAAAAAAQSQ/MnbTItCwZCQ/s400/Gathering+3rd+july+20101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492332748163455490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDix70gPDgI/AAAAAAAAQS4/AfwMIkCQvY4/s1600/DSC00717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDix70gPDgI/AAAAAAAAQS4/AfwMIkCQvY4/s400/DSC00717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492335386842566146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDix7QFKlyI/AAAAAAAAQSw/zSdSQe3-VfE/s1600/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDix7QFKlyI/AAAAAAAAQSw/zSdSQe3-VfE/s400/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492335377065350946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDix62OubwI/AAAAAAAAQSo/S9OMoswrqtg/s1600/36192_1481650834970_1044786711_1425760_5296442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDix62OubwI/AAAAAAAAQSo/S9OMoswrqtg/s400/36192_1481650834970_1044786711_1425760_5296442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492335370126126850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omg, I'm the only one eating ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7265922837799853680?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7265922837799853680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7265922837799853680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7265922837799853680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7265922837799853680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/gathered.html' title='Gathered.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDivhQcQCQI/AAAAAAAAQSI/ptQSujsNuoM/s72-c/Gathering+3rd+july+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-3938926748459778017</id><published>2010-07-11T01:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:14:44.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are unhappy and bothered, yet you don't wanna admit it. You think you're so tough and that no one can touch you. Well guess what, you're not some fucking rock okay? You're still human, don't need to act all high and mighty. And you're still pretty childish to think this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking that I'm treating you like shit? Maybe I am? Maybe thats the problem? Or WHATEVER IT IS. Tell me what am I doing wrong instead of keeping all the anger to yourself.   All I am is dumb clueless right now. You used to tell me that I can tell you anything. Well? It implies to  you from my side too. And you know what? Actually everything is working both ways. If you haven't noticed, you're all rude and sarcastic when you talk to me. So wake the fuck up. I may not have the time to have a decent chat with you, but when I do, I'm trying and I still act as if everything is alright. But you're not helping when you give me shit attitude after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's all my fault, but you're partly to blame too. So don't come thinking you're the only one hurting because I feel the same way too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-3938926748459778017?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/3938926748459778017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=3938926748459778017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3938926748459778017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/3938926748459778017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-are-unhappy-and-bothered-yet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-4724511288063543525</id><published>2010-07-10T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:03:09.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will wait to find if this will last forever. And I will wait to find that it won't and it won't, it won't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love is like an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been introduced to a new way of living.&lt;br /&gt;I have been immersed in a kindness I have never known and a love that is far more than I deserve. Yet&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; I love back selfishly and greedily&lt;/span&gt;, you don't have to tell that to my face cause I already know. If you think I'm doing this because I've been alone far too long, you're probably right. They'll probably think I'm stupid and naive. They'll probably think I'm numpty and just debasing myself. Or many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't care, we don't care, then why the fuck should they care? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The heart wants what it wants&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it's because &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I felt security, comfort and mirth all together in one&lt;/span&gt;. So you tell me.. how was I suppose to react?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like God gave me something special just for a little while but decided to take it back right after he gave it to me, just like that. Maybe it's because he knew, he knew that it wasn't the right thing to do. It's okay though, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;we made more memories than I can count&lt;/span&gt;. And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's not in the end of the world&lt;/span&gt;, it's just distance. Only at night, when I'm alone on my bed, I cannot express how empty my world is knowing about the distance apart. I would give anything to hold you now, anyone would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've trapped me, babe. You've trapped me with your eyes, and your smile,&lt;br /&gt;and your oh too cute words. When you told me you liked me, and you kissed my nose. When you squeezed my hand in yours and wrapped your arm around me and pulled me close, then I knew there was no escaping you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some things you can't change. I know there are some situations where apologies hold no bearings. I know that twists of fate bring people together, and sometimes "everything happens for a reason" can tear them apart. I know that I will never forget you, for you will always have a place in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-4724511288063543525?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/4724511288063543525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=4724511288063543525&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4724511288063543525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/4724511288063543525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-much-as-i-dislike-this-song-lyrics.html' title='I will wait to find if this will last forever. And I will wait to find that it won&apos;t and it won&apos;t, it won&apos;t.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8776551036010950711</id><published>2010-07-07T00:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:10:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;Misery by Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound a little prejudice against Singapore in this post as I never really liked it. But this was by far my best trip there since I was with friends instead. :) The main reason why I wanted to go was to check out Universal Studios. It was pretty disappointing though because it was nothing compared to the one in Florida. It's an island so I guess it should be a mini mini one. But the worst thing is that it rained cats and dogs. I seriously think I bring bad luck whenever I go theme parks or wherever outdoor places to have fun, because it just has to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it was all very last minute of me, I only decided to go when I was having lunch with them @ Mizu, Bangsar the day before we took off. .___. The first thing they did after checking in the hotel was to go shopping. Honestly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've never met any other guys who are fussy shopaholics!&lt;/span&gt; LOL I think they covered every single Prada, Gucci, Dolce &amp;amp; Gabanna, Hermes, Armani, etccccccc outlets they had in Orchard Road. I myself, didn't shop at all as I already promised my dad. Just bought a pair of slippers because my feet hurt like crazy from walking. It was essential, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rO3tii5I/AAAAAAAAQKY/_uy-9yHB8U8/s1600/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rO3tii5I/AAAAAAAAQKY/_uy-9yHB8U8/s400/DSC00538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724374005222290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singapore skyline. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDCygX6AJ3I/AAAAAAAAQOw/dBYMI9NlwV8/s1600/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+20102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDCygX6AJ3I/AAAAAAAAQOw/dBYMI9NlwV8/s400/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+20102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490084215007487858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orchard Road looks so pretty with all the lights at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9ptXLm0KI/AAAAAAAAQJ4/VtFzke_nd0s/s1600/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9ptXLm0KI/AAAAAAAAQJ4/VtFzke_nd0s/s400/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489722698825650338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready to partaaaayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somebody feifei jor. I can totally envision him in 30 years. He'd have a pot/beer belly, smoking cigar, drinking vodka ice or gin &amp;amp; tonic or whatever those old men like to drink, and chilling at his favourite gentlemen club. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9waldFWSI/AAAAAAAAQLI/oW5ddgkaqmk/s1600/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9waldFWSI/AAAAAAAAQLI/oW5ddgkaqmk/s400/DSC00559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489730072820930850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't even know which one was Phuture or Velvet but every single one is much better here in KL. Maybe it was because the minute I walked in I saw uncles dancing funny and making a fool out of themselves on stage. Or maybe it was because they were playing 80's music at one of the clubs. Or maybe it was because it was so cramped and crowded I couldn't even walk properly, let alone dance! Drinks were a killer by the way. :(&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/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rPelD2xI/AAAAAAAAQKg/_T-o0xW1hsE/s1600/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rPelD2xI/AAAAAAAAQKg/_T-o0xW1hsE/s400/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724384438639378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rOZY6M8I/AAAAAAAAQKQ/8oOn8Sk-E3o/s1600/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rOZY6M8I/AAAAAAAAQKQ/8oOn8Sk-E3o/s400/DSC00571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489724365865628610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9tYsy6AzI/AAAAAAAAQKw/Cl2Hjq7OQy8/s1600/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9tYsy6AzI/AAAAAAAAQKw/Cl2Hjq7OQy8/s400/DSC00584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489726741896889138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver : So where did you guys go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us : Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver : Oh the zoo ah?? Nice right?&lt;br /&gt;Us : Yeah yeah, we saw uncles dancing like monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver : Ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92ZKWIxNI/AAAAAAAAQLQ/h3l3BZWVV_Y/s1600/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92ZKWIxNI/AAAAAAAAQLQ/h3l3BZWVV_Y/s400/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489736645433935058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big world thing of Universal Studios.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, we forced ourselves to wake up just for it but we still missed our free breakfast at the hotel. (we missed for both days)And after going all the way there, tickets were all sold out.  I had only one hour of sleep wei I swear. Sad &amp;amp; frustrated as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Well initially it was stated that it was sold out but we still went to ask the counter anyway. And just as the counter girl was about to print the ticket for us, some bangla family beside us took the last tickets instead! First come first serve basis. DIUU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92ZjikPWI/AAAAAAAAQLY/0LvhfWCnvoM/s1600/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92ZjikPWI/AAAAAAAAQLY/0LvhfWCnvoM/s400/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489736652196953442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$$$$$$$$.$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92Z_uk6WI/AAAAAAAAQLg/5wjs27e7ZXo/s1600/DSC00607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92Z_uk6WI/AAAAAAAAQLg/5wjs27e7ZXo/s400/DSC00607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489736659763521890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was amazed we still had the strength to go out again after those few hours. It was a long and weird night. Quite funny la actually come to think of it. When we came back, I straight away died on the bed I didn't hear the music and them talking. :\ Someone kept stealing the blanket by the way, I woke up in the morning with a running nose. It rained too and I was drenched, so it was running nose x4. :( Thank God I brought along the whole tissue box from the hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92aRyA29I/AAAAAAAAQLo/XhcIRig5Oig/s1600/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92aRyA29I/AAAAAAAAQLo/XhcIRig5Oig/s400/DSC00622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489736664609774546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92bMqxSlI/AAAAAAAAQLw/ZdMO9KxMmk4/s1600/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC92bMqxSlI/AAAAAAAAQLw/ZdMO9KxMmk4/s400/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489736680417086034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93sz2ClyI/AAAAAAAAQL4/b9CcBhIltqo/s1600/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93sz2ClyI/AAAAAAAAQL4/b9CcBhIltqo/s400/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489738082502743842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC948SEWT6I/AAAAAAAAQMg/TntgPwRvOkE/s1600/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+20101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC948SEWT6I/AAAAAAAAQMg/TntgPwRvOkE/s400/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+20101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489739447825485730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93tuDFTXI/AAAAAAAAQMA/A3n5zh8a9zo/s1600/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93tuDFTXI/AAAAAAAAQMA/A3n5zh8a9zo/s400/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489738098126703986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9483wlJmI/AAAAAAAAQMo/xO2nK5N5GZY/s1600/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9483wlJmI/AAAAAAAAQMo/xO2nK5N5GZY/s400/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489739457943119458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clinic @ Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Loved it  cause every setting makes you feel like you're in a clinic/hospital.  That injection shot tasted funny though. And I never want to sit on a wheel chair when I'm old, so hard to go around nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taxi driver: Where you wanna go?&lt;br /&gt;Us : Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver: Oh, you want my car keys ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up with Singapore taxi drivers man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC953l_1FWI/AAAAAAAAQM4/F29-908aVcQ/s1600/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC953l_1FWI/AAAAAAAAQM4/F29-908aVcQ/s400/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489740466787521890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really wanted to one. But it was 50bucks for one, told ya the drinks were a killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93uYwW8YI/AAAAAAAAQMI/5jYyLCYZ9cQ/s1600/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93uYwW8YI/AAAAAAAAQMI/5jYyLCYZ9cQ/s400/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489738109590892930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC949qwNWZI/AAAAAAAAQMw/8YKn4nriGT4/s1600/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC949qwNWZI/AAAAAAAAQMw/8YKn4nriGT4/s400/DSC00689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489739471631767954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNVONMSXWI/AAAAAAAAQPw/iaWtK0M6YYU/s1600/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNVONMSXWI/AAAAAAAAQPw/iaWtK0M6YYU/s400/DSC00707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490826073242492258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNV-SJUmjI/AAAAAAAAQQQ/xp9iGwBJkU0/s1600/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNV-SJUmjI/AAAAAAAAQQQ/xp9iGwBJkU0/s400/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490826899205954098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93u-AwwqI/AAAAAAAAQMQ/pPm8bOYv_DI/s1600/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC93u-AwwqI/AAAAAAAAQMQ/pPm8bOYv_DI/s400/DSC00686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489738119591805602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHY SO BLUR ASLFKJASLKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNXDaqDF6I/AAAAAAAAQQg/nO3rHHIBs0s/s1600/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNXDaqDF6I/AAAAAAAAQQg/nO3rHHIBs0s/s400/DSC00696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490828086901675938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mummy was the best ride we sat until we sat it twice. Pretty scary roller coaster since it goes backwards abit and when we were flying, everything was pitch black. As usual, the boys were screaming themselves silly or should I say, sisi'ly? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNXCwULqVI/AAAAAAAAQQY/qlfIFm_sOwU/s1600/DSC00702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNXCwULqVI/AAAAAAAAQQY/qlfIFm_sOwU/s400/DSC00702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490828075535673682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a water ride which was pretty scary too. It's a good thing we bought express tickets because every other normal people would have to wait an hour and a half to sit this! So we sat on the raft and it was like an elevator cause it went in a building and took us up, then suddenly door opened, and we flew down the water. Phew! I swear my running nose was extra bad after that. But funfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNYSNUmcmI/AAAAAAAAQQw/7nRpsBJpY9I/s1600/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNYSNUmcmI/AAAAAAAAQQw/7nRpsBJpY9I/s400/DSC00690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490829440531722850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You had NO IDEA how depressed I was that both the biggest roller coasters are not ready yet. This is one of them and it reminded me of one in Florida where they called The Hulk. Pretty crazy ride cause the tracks were super duper long and it turns upside down every minute too. My dad didn't allowed me to ride it. :\ And since I was parental free in Singapore, this bloody similar ride just has to be closed. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNYRlQyYKI/AAAAAAAAQQo/ONKdXRziwd4/s1600/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNYRlQyYKI/AAAAAAAAQQo/ONKdXRziwd4/s400/DSC00715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490829429778309282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marilyn Monroe hole! HAaHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNa12j0JaI/AAAAAAAAQRI/kVkR0z_1yw8/s1600/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDNa12j0JaI/AAAAAAAAQRI/kVkR0z_1yw8/s400/DSC00705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490832251920065954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shrek and Fiona looking adorable in front of their castle.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I couldn't take many photos after awhile as the rain got heavier and heavier and my camera is damaged enough so I didn't want it to get wet. Not nice to take also la, everyone was in their rain coats and everywhere was wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDCyfV_-OII/AAAAAAAAQOo/zw42kXhtiC4/s1600/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TDCyfV_-OII/AAAAAAAAQOo/zw42kXhtiC4/s400/Singapore+30th+June+-+2nd+July+20103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490084197315786882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should have seen the other room too, especially the ceiling. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will edit another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8776551036010950711?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8776551036010950711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8776551036010950711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8776551036010950711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8776551036010950711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/singapore.html' title='Singapore!'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TC9rO3tii5I/AAAAAAAAQKY/_uy-9yHB8U8/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8218735885932614884</id><published>2010-07-05T23:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:01:13.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn’t glitter and shine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't like the person I'm becoming as I grow older...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*text deleted &amp;amp; edited.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've misinterpreted everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still don't know who's this girl in front of the mirror. Yes, I can't recognize her anymore. Yes, I used to be so in control and now, I'm just being reckless. Yes, I do know something is wrong with me. And I do know part of me is still in there somewhere.. if not I wouldn't  even feel all these guilt in me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, I wasn't being treated like I thought I was. No, I wasn't losing, I was gaining all these while. No, it wasn't disgraceful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It had to be right, because wrong  wouldn't feel so good.&lt;/span&gt; And no, it wasn't just a summer fling. You didn't want it to end even after I requested for it. And now, we're just going to be stuck in between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-8218735885932614884?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/8218735885932614884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=8218735885932614884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8218735885932614884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/8218735885932614884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-in-misery-there-aint-nobody-who.html' title='Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn’t glitter and shine.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-1392116268609909387</id><published>2010-07-05T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:05:03.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You lovers in the dark can forget what I said, cause it still goes on in my heart, &amp; it still goes on in my head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ometimes, you just can’t tell anybody how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why. Not because you don’t know your purpose. Not because you don’t trust them. But because you can’t find the right words to make them understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-1392116268609909387?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/1392116268609909387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=1392116268609909387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1392116268609909387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/1392116268609909387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-lovers-in-dark-can-forget-what-i.html' title='You lovers in the dark can forget what I said, cause it still goes on in my heart, &amp; it still goes on in my head.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-7179349638767090251</id><published>2010-06-29T15:47:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:46:06.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we bring yesterday, back around?</title><content type='html'>Many things happened in just a few days. God, I don't even know where to begin, to talk bout the bad or good? Lets just say I had a splendid weekend, that includes Sunday. We even had some awesome Japanese buffet @ Tao restaurant, Giza mall. You guys should check it out since there's nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;japanese&lt;/span&gt; food in town. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I finally got to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt; who's back from NS. We had Korean food with my mum for dinner. Then he dropped us off to Joey's house and we went to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frozen&lt;/span&gt;. We screamed a lot man, I kept shutting my eyes and jumping on my seat along with a few others because I so did not want to watch it anymore. Don't get me wrong, it's a good movie, just not.. for me. It doesn't have anything to do with monsters, ghosts or any other supernatural shit. But it's equally disgusting and it's about survival. Go check it out if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I spent 2 hours trying to wake &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Foong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; up for our lunch date. I only finally succeeded when I said I didn't wanna go anymore, I shall just let him sleep. He completely bolted right up. That always does the trick eh? :D Spent an hour finding parking in Pyramid. And I forced him to watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sex and The City 2&lt;/span&gt;. He didn't regret giving in in the end. :) Don't know why many people said it wasn't nice but, I LOVED IT. I admit some parts were vastly.. how you say.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jeong&lt;/span&gt;? But it's suppose to be all glamorous and shit so what do ya expect? &amp;amp; Who doesn't love Samantha?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so rushy after that, and the jam didn't help at all.. But it was a whole night of partying after that. It was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr4VBqTNI/AAAAAAAAQJA/xpintuHNzgI/s1600/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr4VBqTNI/AAAAAAAAQJA/xpintuHNzgI/s400/DSC00495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488106605132795090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr44oFcpI/AAAAAAAAQJI/Vb06vdd5ONM/s1600/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr44oFcpI/AAAAAAAAQJI/Vb06vdd5ONM/s400/DSC00493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488106614689198738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone is back from Melb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrM7z9UwI/AAAAAAAAQIY/ONQXLgO9RAE/s1600/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrM7z9UwI/AAAAAAAAQIY/ONQXLgO9RAE/s400/DSC00448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488105859630060290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmpUsDPtMI/AAAAAAAAQIA/xPjrFyd7K3s/s1600/DSC00425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmpUsDPtMI/AAAAAAAAQIA/xPjrFyd7K3s/s400/DSC00425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488103793814910146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmpUCGeD9I/AAAAAAAAQH4/_8b1nXKsEJI/s1600/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmpUCGeD9I/AAAAAAAAQH4/_8b1nXKsEJI/s400/DSC00420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488103782554144722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmpVLARm_I/AAAAAAAAQII/Ko_tFyWINaM/s1600/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmpVLARm_I/AAAAAAAAQII/Ko_tFyWINaM/s400/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488103802123951090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I was bugging him to be my "brother in law" all night. It was just ONE TIME. I don't why he likes to keep zhat'íng me every single time. Keep flabbing me some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrNzz2PpI/AAAAAAAAQIo/ty-sN6BLNns/s1600/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrNzz2PpI/AAAAAAAAQIo/ty-sN6BLNns/s400/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488105874661981842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr5j2CTsI/AAAAAAAAQJQ/Ld31apvdj-w/s1600/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr5j2CTsI/AAAAAAAAQJQ/Ld31apvdj-w/s400/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488106626290437826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrOjOno8I/AAAAAAAAQIw/jM0E3H1UKK4/s1600/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrOjOno8I/AAAAAAAAQIw/jM0E3H1UKK4/s400/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488105887390737346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr6jxIcKI/AAAAAAAAQJg/sT6zfqN49sE/s1600/36453_406318934020_732114020_4508693_6360888_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr6jxIcKI/AAAAAAAAQJg/sT6zfqN49sE/s400/36453_406318934020_732114020_4508693_6360888_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488106643449737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr6MVlQxI/AAAAAAAAQJY/ttCFA9Vs6mg/s1600/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr6MVlQxI/AAAAAAAAQJY/ttCFA9Vs6mg/s400/DSC00524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488106637160170258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrNSBAtuI/AAAAAAAAQIg/sU5jAWOGVvY/s1600/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmrNSBAtuI/AAAAAAAAQIg/sU5jAWOGVvY/s400/DSC00452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488105865590388450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=562546727&amp;amp;ref=sgm#%21/album.php?aid=450576&amp;amp;id=598295789&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;FB&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, we finally got the CRV. It's lovely but everyone except my dad doesn't really like the number plate. He should have just stuck with the 1's. &amp;amp; I noticed he would be willing to give in to whatever it is I request as long as I bring home good results. So yes, I'll be leaving to S'pore tomorrow! i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; not to swipe my card so much. I'm sorry but to cancel all plans for the next few days, you guys. See you when I see you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-7179349638767090251?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/7179349638767090251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=7179349638767090251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7179349638767090251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/7179349638767090251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-we-bring-yesterday-back-around.html' title='Can we bring yesterday, back around?'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCmr4VBqTNI/AAAAAAAAQJA/xpintuHNzgI/s72-c/DSC00495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-537464086621214136</id><published>2010-06-27T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:08:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCduewsZxGI/AAAAAAAAQFY/TVRcdfdsZb8/s1600/New+folder7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCduewsZxGI/AAAAAAAAQFY/TVRcdfdsZb8/s400/New+folder7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476145720509538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HI DUGONG'S, my new favourite animal on my list. Don't you think they're so cute? They seriously look like bloated baby whales! The funniest thing is, they're like vegetarians or something cause they were eating lettuce. :) To add up my love for them, they're believed to be connected to mermaids. There was an Ariel statue over there! Maybe it's partly because they're harmless, and partly cause their fins  look alike. And everyone I know knows how much I love mermaids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCduf0AuTBI/AAAAAAAAQFo/qQtpwjWoXmE/s1600/New+folder9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCduf0AuTBI/AAAAAAAAQFo/qQtpwjWoXmE/s400/New+folder9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476163790916626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCdufXTKFeI/AAAAAAAAQFg/aZf-gQ8IKCc/s1600/New+folder8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCdufXTKFeI/AAAAAAAAQFg/aZf-gQ8IKCc/s400/New+folder8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476156083607010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had lots of different kinds of fishes and other sea animals in the aquarium actually. All weird weird one. I really don't know how I got the knowledge of how fishes mate but somehow, I just knew. And I spotted 2 fishes doing it and we were all staring at it, mesmerized. We saw the sperm shoot out some more lolol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The main ones that caught my attention was the dugongs and sharks. There were alot of sharks man. And look at that sleeping turtle's big backside. It was with the sharks, I pity it. I was busy running around taking a lot of sharks underparts since they were like, above our heads? Such advantage how can I not? *shrugs* And now I finally know how to differentiate a male and a female. A MALE HAS 2 PENISES, HOW WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCdugZgyh_I/AAAAAAAAQFw/M3PCA92Hdxo/s1600/New+folder10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCdugZgyh_I/AAAAAAAAQFw/M3PCA92Hdxo/s400/New+folder10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476173857523698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Barrier Reef @ Cairns.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was pronounced as Cannes but it's actually... Cans?&lt;br /&gt;Look at the colour difference! That was one hell of a day man. Weather wasn't really good, it started raining. And we had one and a half boat ride out to the ocean. So the water was really choppy and our bodies and hair were flying everywhere. We were advised to sit outside cause fresh air would make us feel better so we did, and watching the waves and all, it was like in a fucking movie. Like Poseidon or something. o.O And when it started to rain, we were drenched with rain and salt water all together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone was screaming and puking left and right&lt;/span&gt;. Including my mum, lol! The crews were in charged of throwing people's bag of vomit into the bin and one of them was really cuteeee. Anyway, I never thought I'd be sea sick but I was pretty queasy myself. Didn't puked though, Hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCdug2glKeI/AAAAAAAAQF4/qFHTCHwZQ-g/s1600/New+folder11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCdug2glKeI/AAAAAAAAQF4/qFHTCHwZQ-g/s400/New+folder11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487476181641275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those stupid fins, seriously cannot tahan cause I fell down cause of it. Water was really cold and the current was strong. It was like, when you look down for 20 seconds, you look up and you're so far away from the boat already. I panicked a few times cause I was so far out. The ocean itself is damn scary. But we saw lots of corals and fishes. Even a super huge turtle right in front of my face! The scuba divers got to touch it. :( Fishes would brush on your body and it was really geli, and when they were right in front of your face, it's pretty freaky. I haven't snorkeled in awhile so I had difficulty with the mask and all that, when water goes in your nose, it hurts like fuck! We took a lot of pictures, including under water. But we all look ridiculous so I ain't gonna show youuuuuu. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCd9hQjcZXI/AAAAAAAAQGA/CmACwS5nAxc/s1600/IMG_9005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCd9hQjcZXI/AAAAAAAAQGA/CmACwS5nAxc/s400/IMG_9005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487492681307022706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sea cucumbers which look like pangsai and kukujiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCd9ihOZWHI/AAAAAAAAQGI/r7tPzftkjxs/s1600/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCd9ihOZWHI/AAAAAAAAQGI/r7tPzftkjxs/s400/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487492702962014322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCd9jp-iqhI/AAAAAAAAQGQ/2lgdFjRhM2Q/s1600/New+folder12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCd9jp-iqhI/AAAAAAAAQGQ/2lgdFjRhM2Q/s400/New+folder12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487492722491304466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDOEuZH4I/AAAAAAAAQGo/pf0Pnlh8WsE/s1600/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDOEuZH4I/AAAAAAAAQGo/pf0Pnlh8WsE/s400/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487498948783972226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDL5-MbdI/AAAAAAAAQGY/1uIJwtH5iis/s1600/New+folder13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDL5-MbdI/AAAAAAAAQGY/1uIJwtH5iis/s400/New+folder13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487498911537720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many people died at this river here. There was a myth about this native girl who committed suicide here after her father forbid her to be with some dude and insisted that she marry some other dude instead. And single guys who swims in it will drown cause she'll suck you in cause she'll think you're her lover bover. WOULD YOU BELIEVE? :\ There were stories bout some tourists who took pictures here and GOT PRETTY GIRL IN THE BACKGROUND ONE. FREAKY. We wanted to take a dip into the water, not there la but further up. But it was raining, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;We visited like, 5 places that day. Every place had its own story but I'm pretty lazy to get into the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDM1xDlgI/AAAAAAAAQGg/AMGJAXRmEp0/s1600/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDM1xDlgI/AAAAAAAAQGg/AMGJAXRmEp0/s400/DSC00330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487498927588742658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are really nice drinks. Especially the silver one. Oh gwad, if only they had it in Malaysia. :(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDQKmwseI/AAAAAAAAQG4/VvSL1qT_uJs/s1600/IMG_9284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDQKmwseI/AAAAAAAAQG4/VvSL1qT_uJs/s400/IMG_9284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487498984722313698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back in Melbourne. We were ate peking duck! YUMMY. Even after my sister said she wouldn't wanna eat ducks anymore after we saw adorable ducks flying around in one of the river cruise we had. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeFCs1TkvI/AAAAAAAAQHI/5O-13zPqe7A/s1600/New+folder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeFCs1TkvI/AAAAAAAAQHI/5O-13zPqe7A/s400/New+folder1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487500952415212274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeIml7kHZI/AAAAAAAAQHo/6ikdqFO1Gao/s1600/New+folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeIml7kHZI/AAAAAAAAQHo/6ikdqFO1Gao/s400/New+folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487504867572587922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Polly's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeFDie8DVI/AAAAAAAAQHQ/d9NwpY8FeGk/s1600/New+folder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeFDie8DVI/AAAAAAAAQHQ/d9NwpY8FeGk/s400/New+folder2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487500966816910674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Polly's. That was where we started to get high. Such silly pictures we took! Damn, I was so high I didn't even know what was the place called. BUT, I do remember hot police officers cause apparently there was a fight or something that happened there. So lengcai. My sister kept insisting she wanted maggie mee goreng when we went back so she made it  when she was totally wasted, so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeFE2MjCXI/AAAAAAAAQHY/Fq8xbU9ZXTg/s1600/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeFE2MjCXI/AAAAAAAAQHY/Fq8xbU9ZXTg/s400/DSC00392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487500989288352114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last dinner at Melbourne. ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeGnZ8f0uI/AAAAAAAAQHg/7Y-FX6lRVrs/s1600/New+folder3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeGnZ8f0uI/AAAAAAAAQHg/7Y-FX6lRVrs/s400/New+folder3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487502682511889122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find these funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDPHostWI/AAAAAAAAQGw/ODaiiV9oYMo/s1600/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCeDPHostWI/AAAAAAAAQGw/ODaiiV9oYMo/s400/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487498966745265506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice?? 3 of us each have one with our own initial. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-537464086621214136?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/537464086621214136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=537464086621214136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/537464086621214136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/537464086621214136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/06/australia.html' title='Australia.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCduewsZxGI/AAAAAAAAQFY/TVRcdfdsZb8/s72-c/New+folder7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-545060445172906710</id><published>2010-06-25T19:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:54:42.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia.</title><content type='html'>Well the reason why I haven't been updating is because I've been concentrating on Malaysian Studies. I didn't really study much in Aussie like I said I would. I ended up watching world cup every night, or watching movies, or reading Sidney Sheldon. :D But honestly lah, I don't know why I stressed out so much for also since I got back. It wasn't that bad and it's over now. Let's just hope I won't fail if not, I'll have to meet it again and that would make me a really depressed person. Results for first semester are coming out on Monday too, and you know what.. I can't believe I'm saying this but, I'm kind of excited! Just curious to know how well would I do, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; I didn't get my dear friends anything since I always buy you guys pressies whenever I'm off somewhere :( But not this time as I have to admit, I was too busy shopping myself because there was Sale Sale Sale everywheeeeeere! All I did was bought John chocolates? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumped into quite a few people I know over there but not the ones I really wanted to meet. It was quite sad, really. Anyway, I love to go Australia mainly for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;hot chocolates&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lemon lime &amp;amp; bitters&lt;/span&gt;(it's a drink, I really wanna try to make it one of these days),&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; risotto&lt;/span&gt;!!!, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;the weather&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCRep1Sxj4I/AAAAAAAAP_4/PFWPOQuqZSM/s1600/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCRep1Sxj4I/AAAAAAAAP_4/PFWPOQuqZSM/s400/DSC00349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486614318817578882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favourite store in the whole wide world. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs Prada, Armani or whatever along with those ridiculous prices?? They have the best clothes here already! But as much as I love them, I really hope they won't open a store here though. It'd be like Cotton On where everywhere you go, you'd see someone wearing the same thing. You have to agree with me on thaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCRgFhLHhwI/AAAAAAAAQAA/odl3yRXdFHI/s1600/My+Camera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCRgFhLHhwI/AAAAAAAAQAA/odl3yRXdFHI/s400/My+Camera1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486615893964719874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously I didn't take every single meal I ate but there's Italian, Chinese, American, Vietnamese, Thai, Taiwanese, Japanese, Australian food in there, including crepes my sis and boyfriend made me haha. There's no doubt we always gain weight whenever we go there.&lt;br /&gt;The first night we arrived, I practically beg my sis to bring me to Lygon Street for the risotto. Do you see it do you see it? Second one down on the first row!&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY. You can enlarge the picture and drool yourself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCR9Bt-P-NI/AAAAAAAAQAY/r38wJUQuxss/s1600/New+folder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCR9Bt-P-NI/AAAAAAAAQAY/r38wJUQuxss/s400/New+folder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486647714518137042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;@ Crown. That's by far the best and largest cocktail I've ever had! I think I practically downed the whole thing myself, it was just too good. ._. It's the first time I was able to finally go in that casino without getting stopped, and firstly, they didn't even ask for my ID, WHY DON'T ASK NOW WHEN I'M FINALLY LEGAL YOU CIPET. And secondly, I... lost money. :(&lt;br /&gt;Don't like casinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSCwl8IsAI/AAAAAAAAQBo/DM88jyMf6-E/s1600/IMG_8581.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSCwKlO7MI/AAAAAAAAQBg/MGX7LMsTB5I/s1600/DSC09926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSCwKlO7MI/AAAAAAAAQBg/MGX7LMsTB5I/s400/DSC09926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486654010029960386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSRp25ZbGI/AAAAAAAAQDg/-s9Jb86hDx0/s1600/DSC09923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSRp25ZbGI/AAAAAAAAQDg/-s9Jb86hDx0/s400/DSC09923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486670394341026914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCR-aF_nPpI/AAAAAAAAQAo/ldJtr7MJBCI/s1600/IMG_8577.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCR-aF_nPpI/AAAAAAAAQAo/ldJtr7MJBCI/s1600/IMG_8577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCR-aF_nPpI/AAAAAAAAQAo/ldJtr7MJBCI/s400/IMG_8577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486649232794795666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was told I look like the red big headed woman from Alice and Wonderland. HAHA COOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSAk4EknGI/AAAAAAAAQA4/JBXFTcjuawc/s1600/New+folder3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSAk4EknGI/AAAAAAAAQA4/JBXFTcjuawc/s400/New+folder3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486651617059314786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went up to...I don't know, I think it's Dandedong. I'll just say "Miss Marples! " whenever we wanna go up there. They have awesome scones with home made strawberry jam and cream okay.  Pies and fish&amp;amp;chips too. :D That's the only reason we drive an hour or so up to the mountains for.&lt;br /&gt;TO EAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSAl8CMCiI/AAAAAAAAQBI/z48D97n6Evg/s1600/New+folder4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSAl8CMCiI/AAAAAAAAQBI/z48D97n6Evg/s400/New+folder4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486651635302926882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the winery too.. The background on the 2 pictures on the left is so nice until it looks fake. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSCfJWT8HI/AAAAAAAAQBY/hB3V-E3lMeo/s1600/DSC09968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSCfJWT8HI/AAAAAAAAQBY/hB3V-E3lMeo/s400/DSC09968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486653717641162866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSAnGbv8LI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/W0P47lAD4BQ/s1600/New+folder5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSAnGbv8LI/AAAAAAAAQBQ/W0P47lAD4BQ/s400/New+folder5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486651655274361010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSEAGuQYII/AAAAAAAAQBw/Hms_9iYLP-M/s1600/New+folder6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSEAGuQYII/AAAAAAAAQBw/Hms_9iYLP-M/s400/New+folder6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486655383383597186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSFpjdH3bI/AAAAAAAAQCI/mITjaQVlhpM/s1600/IMG_8723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSFpjdH3bI/AAAAAAAAQCI/mITjaQVlhpM/s400/IMG_8723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486657194982628786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSLblXZaXI/AAAAAAAAQDI/h3iUPaninOA/s1600/DSC09998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCSLblXZaXI/AAAAAAAAQDI/h3iUPaninOA/s400/DSC09998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486663552047081842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;It was a adventure day cause we walked like, don't know how many bloody km cause we got lost cause........ we wanted to go the Opera House to meet my sister's friend and we were from the Darling Habour and it..was...just.. fucking..far. It felt like we walked half the city. But look! Got nice pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to be continued..&lt;br /&gt;I gotta run for dinner with Derek and Momma tonight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-545060445172906710?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/545060445172906710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=545060445172906710&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/545060445172906710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/545060445172906710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/06/read-slowly.html' title='Australia.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TCRep1Sxj4I/AAAAAAAAP_4/PFWPOQuqZSM/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-174893454993044099</id><published>2010-06-22T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T13:43:18.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the life I love caving in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's worse than wanting something you can't have? It's not knowing  what you want. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to  your questions. For something to believe in. Someone to hold. having  absolutely no control over yourself. Being caught up in a place you wish  you were miles away from. Being stuck somewhere between the past and  the future, nowhere near where you should be, in the present. Stuck in  yesterdays and tomorrows, so far from home, far from everything you know  and love. The uncertainty could just tear you to bits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;My mind wandered. I thought of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my many questions popped up. It is so hard to put your emotions into words sometimes but I'm going to try. I can't help but think about all the people I've pushed away. I'm not talking about the ones that left, I'm talking about the ones &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have left. Thinking that I don't need anyone else.  I just can't really explain why but, I'm always showing people my back. Maybe I got too big for my own britches or maybe, I just never want to be left behind ever again so I'm doing the total opposite. Doing it first before they could do it to me? It's a selfish act. And I have a feeling I'd better change for the better before no one else is left by my side at the end of the day. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-174893454993044099?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/174893454993044099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=174893454993044099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/174893454993044099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/174893454993044099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-life-i-love-caving-in.html' title='Is the life I love caving in?'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-6442943352992430842</id><published>2010-06-21T13:55:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:46:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Bitter Home.</title><content type='html'>Hi Hi Hiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 10 days felt only like 5. I'm sad to be home right now cause it's back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;shit weather&lt;/span&gt;(!!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;shit internet connection&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shit college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;shit life&lt;/span&gt;. My face only lights up when I think about all the new clothes and shoes I got myself from Aussie. :D My dad decided to give me not so much $ this time as he thinks I already shopped too much in Bangkok &amp;amp; Shanghai. It's okay though! The money was just nice and I still spent it to the very last cent. Hehehe. Also, we ate alooooooot and went on trips and stuff like that so I hope my dad won't throw a fit or get a heart attack when he gets the credit card bills. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a wonderful time. We took many pictures, of course. I have probably like, 500. And I still haven't get the ones from my sisters camera which I think is double of what I have. lol. I'll elaborate on my trip when I get all the pictures together! But as long as I'm here, here's a few of the places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EZPCuLBI/AAAAAAAAP_Y/wfG8Dcu_a_E/s1600/DSC09938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EZPCuLBI/AAAAAAAAP_Y/wfG8Dcu_a_E/s400/DSC09938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485107702741740562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8DjDdcHjI/AAAAAAAAP-4/AWTyr-m1L04/s1600/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8DjDdcHjI/AAAAAAAAP-4/AWTyr-m1L04/s400/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485106771919642162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8Dkkw55yI/AAAAAAAAP_I/XussvjsFgUQ/s1600/DSC00157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8Dkkw55yI/AAAAAAAAP_I/XussvjsFgUQ/s400/DSC00157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485106798039525154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cairns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8DlLdJ2oI/AAAAAAAAP_Q/SLjsqKjDto0/s1600/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8DlLdJ2oI/AAAAAAAAP_Q/SLjsqKjDto0/s400/DSC00200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485106808425667202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do ya wanna see my sisters and I snorkeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hahahahahahaha. I seriously cannot stop laughing at all of the pictures cause we look fucking ridiculous with those ridiculous goggles. And it's IMPOSSIBLE to walk in those stupid fins!! AND, if you notice later.. Sue Ann's head is forever up from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EacvOpdI/AAAAAAAAP_o/wQohVBeZbik/s1600/DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EacvOpdI/AAAAAAAAP_o/wQohVBeZbik/s400/DSC00257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485107723597948370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do ya wanna see rain forest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I look damn ugly but I lseriously love this waterfall. It's called Milla Milla, too bad the water was freezing cold so we couldn't go in for a swim. Can you see? I already had my bikini ready inside already one. :(:(&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/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EZrYScPI/AAAAAAAAP_g/73PjtdtdXfU/s1600/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EZrYScPI/AAAAAAAAP_g/73PjtdtdXfU/s400/DSC00374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485107710348390642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it's back to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;We were all so high that night, but all the silly pictures is in Amanda and Ann's camera so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling it's going to be another US trip type of post. Go look at my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;February 2008 &lt;/span&gt;posts if you don't know how long it was. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1615189348288950783-6442943352992430842?l=startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/feeds/6442943352992430842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1615189348288950783&amp;postID=6442943352992430842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6442943352992430842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1615189348288950783/posts/default/6442943352992430842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startofanewbeginning.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-bitter-home.html' title='Home Bitter Home.'/><author><name>Chin Sue-Zen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06698664875323323383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TUGq_Q-91zI/AAAAAAAAQ5A/_9NClLySrSE/s220/IMG_0400.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6cl5vkb_ZVQ/TB8EZPCuLBI/AAAAAAAAP_Y/wfG8Dcu_a_E/s72-c/DSC09938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1615189348288950783.post-8223380824982535546</id><published>2010-06-07T19:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:56:42.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spur of a moment decision.</title><content type='html'>I've always been a fickle minded person.&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, never thought I'd be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fickle&lt;/span&gt;. I was in class, playing bingo instead of listening to the lecturer when I suddenly thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I really need a real holiday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just leaped and texted my mum bout it and also started asking around if they don't mind doing the assignments without me, they even encouraged me to go on the holiday and said that they'll help me take attendance and memorized my initial. Such nice people. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, tickets have been settled.&lt;br /&gt;But I have yet to hear what my dad has to say about this, he would&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; probably&lt;/span&gt; go berserk cause this is so last minute and air tickets are more expensive now. But whoooooooo cares, I'll be leaving to &lt;span s
