<?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-10008105</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:46:16.361+08:00</updated><category term='drafts'/><title type='text'>z-ism - the new way of life =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2393941213582079015</id><published>2007-07-25T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T16:20:47.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>i have unofficially moved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual too lazy to bother about all the links backgrounds etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tzeching.wordpress.com"&gt;http://tzeching.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i haven't got time to reply those who very kindly emailed me =) will reply you guys once i have decided my life is not crap wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there =)&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="10"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Publish Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2393941213582079015?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2393941213582079015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2393941213582079015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7323090401982302745</id><published>2007-07-22T04:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T04:53:35.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it is getting tiresome to blog about a filtered version of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i willing to give up the amount of readers and lead an anonymous life? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email me at pangtzeching[at]gmail[dot]com if you want in (but i suspect it's gonna be quite temporary...? i hope), and i'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this post is to notify friends too ok dont expect me to remember all of you and email each and every one accordingly, u think u damn big is it? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eh serious wan ah im not kidding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7323090401982302745?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7323090401982302745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7323090401982302745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-is-getting-tiresome-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' 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href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuck-off-england-wtf.html' title='fuck off england wtf'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1710234716693519817</id><published>2007-07-17T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T07:21:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is just a game, broken all the same.. and i will get over you.</title><content type='html'>ooohh this song is really cute, i discovered it about a year ago watching hitz dot tv! and have introduced it to my friends and they really liked it! hor eilyn wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was up at nottingham to dump my luggage  and get my bank account done and it turns out i do have a lot of luggage (but nothing beats two certain human beings who had to lug 90 kg worth of stuff from heathrow) and it's all food! and no i have not put on weight yet *exasperated at suet wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are pictures of my weekend (so called break from work but i swear this is even more tiring than work), nottingham first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if i look really pale/tired/whatever in the pictures let me tell u why. i went to nottingham, brought clothes and everything and found out that i didn't bring my makeup bag T_____T so i had to borrow sarah's eyeliner and mascara =( this is as natural as it gets for me ok wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because all pictures are from facebook they will look much better if you click on them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297442_4693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297442_4693.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice catching up with the girls again! everyone was super nice and hospitable to me and btw chui san this is your house haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297443_4993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297443_4993.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zihao me and susan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297444_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297444_5285.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and zihao who was really nice because he showed me around and even accompanied me to get my bank account done T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297446_5890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297446_5890.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did the duck cross the street? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it was back to london, and i met up with pui san and eunice for dinner with really really really little sleep sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297448_6493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297448_6493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.. tap! wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297447_6198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/71/89/716495844/n716495844_297447_6198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice who has long hair (for her la) now! and i feel sad that she's leaving only after meeting me once =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787599_3992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787599_3992.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH WHY EUNICE'S ARMS LOOK SO PUDGY HERE HAHAHAHAHA dudley wtf. i havent watched harry potter yet T______________T i dont care if it costs me rm70 i'm watching harry potter and no one can stop me ok! (jojo will u teman me wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787602_4883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787602_4883.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=787605&amp;id=675305636"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=787605&amp;id=675305636" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sometimes i really don't know why am i so hiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787603_5184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787603_5184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunice and pui san with her favourite phrases written on the cup wtf. my love can you read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay one last picture and i have to go because i don't know why i requested for an earlier shift, so instead of waking up at 830 i have to wake up at 730 WHY IS MY LIFE SO SAD T_____________________T goodnight everyone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787605_5756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v97/158/49/675305636/n675305636_787605_5756.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah me again wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1710234716693519817?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1710234716693519817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1710234716693519817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-is-just-game-broken-all-same-and-i.html' title='love is just a game, broken all the same.. and i will get over you.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2292559654663002970</id><published>2007-07-14T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:41:48.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my most irrational purchase ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpgKgITmjoI/AAAAAAAABL0/fpdRR_GxUIE/s1600-h/DSC03192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpgKgITmjoI/AAAAAAAABL0/fpdRR_GxUIE/s320/DSC03192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086827326216769154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a real sponge by the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpgKgYTmjpI/AAAAAAAABL8/nx1i4QlOh_E/s1600-h/DSC03190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpgKgYTmjpI/AAAAAAAABL8/nx1i4QlOh_E/s320/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086827330511736466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone which i have absolutely no idea how to use properly yet. right now i'm still stuck with some star wars themed ringtone and electric sounding like message tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have so much to get off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to my first pub or bar thing in london. some rich guy booked the whole 1st floor of the place. london's getting warmer which is really good. this weather is the best and dont say im finding it cold cuz i'm not used to it ok because summer is NOT supposed to be this cold, even the newspapers and tv said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok more updates soon although there's not much except work. bah. going to nottingham this weekend to do my bank account, and have a looksee so i can know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice weekend everyone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2292559654663002970?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2292559654663002970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2292559654663002970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-most-irrational-purchase-ever-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpgKgITmjoI/AAAAAAAABL0/fpdRR_GxUIE/s72-c/DSC03192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-9136975060607334012</id><published>2007-07-11T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T05:30:47.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i have learned the noble art of ironing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have, for the first time in my life, ironed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my first task couldnt be something easy, like.. a scarf wtf. it had to be a giant trench coat with so many pockets and collars and big buttons and long sleeves. so i had to iron with the webcam on so that pugin (jack of all trades wtf) could tell me how to iron what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much like a grown woman now. i am still thinking which one i detest more, laundry or ironing.. i don't despise cleaning or washing dishes or cooking that much (maybe because i havent cooked yet wtf) but i hate doing the laundry it makes my hands dry! and i have so many clothes which are black AND white so i have no idea where to put them, in the darks or lights section so in the end i have to handwash everything sigh. because at home my maid handwashes every single item i wear wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh after a week and 2 days of wearing different clothes (everyday!) to work, some stupid group store manager came, saw me at the healthcare counter and demanded i wear the boots uniform which was like 10 sizes too big for me. and everyone laughed at me. SIGH why is my life so sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpP3lZMjDMI/AAAAAAAABLk/_l83skj6F3Q/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpP3lZMjDMI/AAAAAAAABLk/_l83skj6F3Q/s320/DSC03186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085680626022157506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpP3l5MjDNI/AAAAAAAABLs/MCqc_8C27rE/s1600-h/DSC03185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpP3l5MjDNI/AAAAAAAABLs/MCqc_8C27rE/s320/DSC03185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085680634612092114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye pretty working lady clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and do you know why british girls (or american girls, whatever) have massive cleavages? that's because 99 percent of their tops are so damn tight at the bosom wtf that it pushes up all the fats you have on your chest! me, a size 4-6, actually had trouble fitting into the shirt because the stupid boobs part was so goddamn tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who are hoping i will get fat (yes you suet) i hereby proudly announce that as of this morning i weighed 42.3kgs. and yesterday morning i weighed 41.5kg wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad called me this afternoon during lunch and lectured me on why am i so stingy dont want to buy food. apparently my brother complained to him that i survive on bread and water wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all for today. i will take more pictures of me soon (none in my hideous uniform sorry) and i'm missing everyone back home. especially my nini T_______________________T oh ya and pugin wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-9136975060607334012?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/9136975060607334012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/9136975060607334012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-i-have-learned-noble-art-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpP3lZMjDMI/AAAAAAAABLk/_l83skj6F3Q/s72-c/DSC03186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8989952461146989252</id><published>2007-07-08T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T07:07:56.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Covent Garden</title><content type='html'>went to covent garden today with popo after a gruelling week of standing on my feet hours n hours on end plus surviving on muffins and bread. what amazes me is that i wouldnt think twice about spending few hundreds (okay la maybe less than 500 wtf) on a single item of clothing.. or bag or a pair of shoes that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like (however usually im a compulsive shopper) but over here i only look for clothes less than 5 pounds why am i like this! and london is doing weird things to me i wake up every morning before 8am without fail! whyyyyyyy is this happening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVxJMjDGI/AAAAAAAABK0/KyCYd1KOueY/s1600-h/DSC03166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVxJMjDGI/AAAAAAAABK0/KyCYd1KOueY/s320/DSC03166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084587913327610978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with my 8 pounds carbonara which i didnt even finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVyJMjDHI/AAAAAAAABK8/Y9XrF1h_Gts/s1600-h/DSC03167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVyJMjDHI/AAAAAAAABK8/Y9XrF1h_Gts/s320/DSC03167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084587930507480178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popo with her pink slide up phone which im gonna get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAWaZMjDKI/AAAAAAAABLU/1U28wSj5-0s/s1600-h/DSC03174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAWaZMjDKI/AAAAAAAABLU/1U28wSj5-0s/s320/DSC03174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084588621997214882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVzZMjDII/AAAAAAAABLE/rs-RvAEYw-o/s1600-h/DSC03173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVzZMjDII/AAAAAAAABLE/rs-RvAEYw-o/s320/DSC03173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084587951982316674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at starbucks after all the shops closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAV1JMjDJI/AAAAAAAABLM/dKlaoT1xM-s/s1600-h/DSC03178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAV1JMjDJI/AAAAAAAABLM/dKlaoT1xM-s/s320/DSC03178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084587982047087762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and popo. we were dressed almost identically haha. as in the cut and style of our dresses la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUTZMjDBI/AAAAAAAABKM/0LnsKamNGMM/s1600-h/DSC03150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUTZMjDBI/AAAAAAAABKM/0LnsKamNGMM/s320/DSC03150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084586302714874898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that's me in the mirror im wearing pantyhose! stupid pugin say like what all those aunties wear wtf. what do u know la pugin it's damn cold ok! and yeah i think the guy whose house im living in has a weird obsession for shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUTpMjDCI/AAAAAAAABKU/DW8_Z2sJP_k/s1600-h/DSC03152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUTpMjDCI/AAAAAAAABKU/DW8_Z2sJP_k/s320/DSC03152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084586307009842210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popo again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUUZMjDDI/AAAAAAAABKc/7cQTn8dJ-JY/s1600-h/DSC03158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUUZMjDDI/AAAAAAAABKc/7cQTn8dJ-JY/s320/DSC03158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084586319894744114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder why do i have such perfect hair wtf. ok this is not easy to achieve in london's weather ok i had to style my hair for like 20 minutes and not have any jerky movements wtf for about half an hour after that to ensure my hair is properly dried and styled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUVJMjDFI/AAAAAAAABKs/XW5SpxJ3OCg/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAUVJMjDFI/AAAAAAAABKs/XW5SpxJ3OCg/s320/DSC03163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084586332779646034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAbg5MjDLI/AAAAAAAABLc/flUvhWd05QA/s1600-h/DSC03161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAbg5MjDLI/AAAAAAAABLc/flUvhWd05QA/s320/DSC03161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084594231224503474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kind of sightseeing. my brother suggested that i get a map about places to travel in london and i just nodded my head in agreement. when i got back he asked whether i walked around in covent garden to check out the attractions and i said yes. it's not my fault that our definitions of attractions were different wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if i look ugly in the pictures i dont knwo why my eyebags so teruk also. stupid concealer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i miss you, like the deserts miss the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;see the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;just remember when i'm home again&lt;br /&gt;i belong to you&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/10008105-8989952461146989252?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8989952461146989252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8989952461146989252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/covent-garden.html' title='Covent Garden'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RpAVxJMjDGI/AAAAAAAABK0/KyCYd1KOueY/s72-c/DSC03166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1927844574598482456</id><published>2007-07-05T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:23:39.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg i can't do this i can't serve kuai lous all day long and not hang out with any malaysians! god i think i'm starting to talk really really weirdly now i need to hang out with more malaysians i dont ask for much just one malaysian on a daily basis will do help me T_____________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london's weather is so screwed up that i'm wearing a winter jacket and scarf to work now. everyone at work is really nice to me. well except one of the stupid pharmacists and one of the perfume girls who refused to include me in her conversation with another perfume girl wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so everyone knows, i work 9 hour shifts with 1 hour lunch break and 1 hour paid study break. it sounds okay but let me tell you, i have to stand for the remaining 7 hours. i can't sit at all! but so far there are a lot of things i thought i knew but doing it in practice seems so much more relevant and much more meaningful compared to doing it all in theory, u know? i actually feel i'm helping people, and that i really know some stuff. i even got praised for my work&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083483758840187906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the group pharmacy manager said i was doing really well considering it's my first day &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083483758840187906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the dispenser said i'm a good girl and i'm a really fast learner &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083483758840187906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i never thought i'd get praise for anything related to my uni work wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyway so this is a brief update on what's going on with me now. sorry about not replying some of the comments, i'm really really really busy and even right now i'm squeezing in some time before my bedtime to blog about my life. i'm still getting used to it all. i don't have a phone yet because again, i'm really busy. i have to get used to the routine: wake up at 815am, make bread and coffee for lunch cuz i'm kote wtf, brush teeth/bathe, change - choose outfit and put on makeup, choose shoes, choose a coat, grab my packed lunch and required stuff and go out at 915 - 920, catch a bus, go to the tube station, take the tube, change stations, take the tube again, and walk into my store at 1030. i finish at 730 this week and by the time i get home it's already 9, so i would be really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too tired to even think about the loneliness. i guess it's the fact that my brother is a constant companion that keeps me from feeling the pain. but after talking and skyping to pugin just now, and i know he's sad, and that makes me sad too. so now, for the first time since i came here (well not considering the time i left the airport because i was sobbing uncontrollably until i reach my aeroplane seat wtf) i am feeling the little pangs of real pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think it's just gonna get worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1927844574598482456?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1927844574598482456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1927844574598482456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-i-cant-do-this-i-cant-serve-kuai.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rowpi5MjDAI/AAAAAAAABKE/gGCfEzyWcFg/s72-c/shiny+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-401860428681484595</id><published>2007-07-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T03:43:40.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London Pictures</title><content type='html'>So i went to Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square and Oxford Street the other day. Oh ya and i saw Big Ben and London Eye and some churches, and churches.. oh ya and churches. and i saw a bunch of people camping somewhere near the churches to protest against the war in Iraq. when my brother asked me what would i like to see i said i want to meet my friends in leicester square. after walking about what seemed like an eternity he asked me to go sightseeing and i asked 'oh where's gucci and prada' wtf. he said bond street and he's bringing me there next week T________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687873_3813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687873_3813.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's a church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687875_4336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687875_4336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puisan and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687874_4077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687874_4077.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time people damn free hor keep building churches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687880_5606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687880_5606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where am i!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnJMjC6I/AAAAAAAABJU/SDajdcAXAk0/s1600-h/DSC03139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnJMjC6I/AAAAAAAABJU/SDajdcAXAk0/s320/DSC03139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082676790319844258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dining area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnZMjC7I/AAAAAAAABJc/icd085VwRf8/s1600-h/DSC03141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnZMjC7I/AAAAAAAABJc/icd085VwRf8/s320/DSC03141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082676794614811570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnpMjC8I/AAAAAAAABJk/A2nDPYrKbtk/s1600-h/DSC03142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnpMjC8I/AAAAAAAABJk/A2nDPYrKbtk/s320/DSC03142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082676798909778882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnpMjC9I/AAAAAAAABJs/ksRQZaF4NM8/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnpMjC9I/AAAAAAAABJs/ksRQZaF4NM8/s320/DSC03143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082676798909778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLn5MjC-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/6YHqwiwPZIo/s1600-h/DSC03146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLn5MjC-I/AAAAAAAABJ0/6YHqwiwPZIo/s320/DSC03146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082676803204746210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room with my packed luggage. if you can see the place where the small mirror is you would notice that all my bath products are orange in colour whereas all my skincare products are blue in colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687862_873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687862_873.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i with an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687863_1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687863_1131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met ying ying along oxford street and do u know what she said! she was in a store and she claimed she heard my voice screaming 'let's go to aldo let's go to aldo' and said to her friends 'i think that's my classmate' wtf. popo said it's cuz i have a distinctive voice ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687865_1613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687865_1613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us is popo almost one head taller than me T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687866_1862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687866_1862.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us at big ben. fuck la im never going sightseeing again damn tired ok! and i know it looks as if i have the most clothes on but it's not true because my coat was damn thin ok even thinner than lab coats and i was wearing only a spaghetti strap top inside. so i'm the true hero there ok! pugin before u wanna scold me i damn insaf ady i swear from today onwards im not gonna wear chest revealing tops in london anymore when the wind blew my chest was the coldest T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687883_6331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687883_6331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687892_8592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/158/49/675305636/n675305636_687892_8592.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and puisan at four seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolSXpMjC_I/AAAAAAAABJ8/IF7HVwehyug/s1600-h/DSC03092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolSXpMjC_I/AAAAAAAABJ8/IF7HVwehyug/s320/DSC03092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082684220613266418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little baby T______________________T i miss her so much T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may seem like i'm having fun but i'm not wtf. the only thing which has made me smile is that i bought a la senza bra for rm35. i guess london is nice.. but i keep seeing your face everywhere. there's not a moment u'r not with me, and i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-401860428681484595?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/401860428681484595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/401860428681484595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/london-pictures.html' title='London Pictures'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RolLnJMjC6I/AAAAAAAABJU/SDajdcAXAk0/s72-c/DSC03139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8725211114272989911</id><published>2007-07-02T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:02:08.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone i'm alive and well in london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london is a depressing place everyone here looks like their moms just died. i dont understand why they look so sullen all the time. pursed lips and all. and not to be racist but the blacks and indians are really rude. the rest are not exactly friendly but indifference is far better than being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place im staying in is quite nice, my room is really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone back home. especially pugin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog more tomorrow, with pictures and all. sleeping now ok the thing i detest most in london is the walking, my feet are gonna detach themselves. goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-8725211114272989911?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8725211114272989911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8725211114272989911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/07/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1407102281157737785</id><published>2007-06-30T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T03:29:44.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still So Yours For The Taking.</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving in less than 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last blog from kl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love pugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens, i have no regret being yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nothing will happen because i say so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is 5 and a half months compared to the rest of our lives? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RoVc05MjC4I/AAAAAAAABJE/lW-wNGOaZYc/s1600-h/Image%281000%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RoVc05MjC4I/AAAAAAAABJE/lW-wNGOaZYc/s320/Image%281000%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081569818333875074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v71/71/89/716495844/n716495844_102528_5734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v71/71/89/716495844/n716495844_102528_5734.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now i heard my mom say in amazement 'eh actually she didn't pack so many clothes also hor'&lt;br /&gt;scold me some more for taking high heels and a lot of clothes la! there are 3 pairs of heels in my handcarry and a lot more tops and dresses hoho. and i also hid the backpack they wanted to force me to use wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;i know we'll make it anywhere away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a summer evening i'll run to meet you barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RoVdi5MjC5I/AAAAAAAABJM/AiW8MwFGzv4/s1600-h/Image%281145%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RoVdi5MjC5I/AAAAAAAABJM/AiW8MwFGzv4/s320/Image%281145%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081570608607857554" 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/10008105-1407102281157737785?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1407102281157737785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1407102281157737785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-still-so-yours-for-taking.html' title='I&apos;m Still So Yours For The Taking.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RoVc05MjC4I/AAAAAAAABJE/lW-wNGOaZYc/s72-c/Image%281000%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-9029077859887328343</id><published>2007-06-28T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T05:51:20.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye.</title><content type='html'>I just read jojo's blog and saw all her pictures in london (you look great btw popo, the thing with you is.. you always do. how to compete with you la when im staying with you wtf) and it just suddenly hit me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's gonna be me in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two. days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wondered how being in UK would be like. ever since i was a little girl, i have always had the idea that i would be going there after a levels, i mean that was how i imagined my life to be! never australia. never US. always to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom would be like 'you big already then you go UK study what ah? what you wanna study?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i was in a levels i didn't apply to any university in the UK because i had no idea what i wanted to do. seriously. pharmacy wasn't even in my top 10 list. i wanted soooo badly to do law (corporate law ok!) but after relatively strong family objection i decided against it and did pharmacy (the worst course on the planet btw) because even if i did badly i would have my parents to blame wtf. i guess somewhere along the line i decided that, for all my fights with everyone in the family, i wasn't ready to leave my comfort zone and i told my parents so - much to my mother's disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i am here, at the point where i have been trying to avoid. going away. leaving. abroad. away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wish it wasn't this hard, you know? to leave everyone. my dad, who for all his bills-induced scolding and his knack for saying things which actually arent true but still manages to make me cry all the time, i know he loves me because he has never tolerated any child the way he does me. my mom, who bought me an 'i &lt;3 mom' flask at half price because she put it in the 'i &lt;3 dad' box during the father's day promotion. my sister, who cried because she worried about how life would be like for me and also because she wouldn't be able to send me off. my younger brother, who has seen me do so many forbidden things yet keeps quiet about it even though i have ratted on so many things of his. my older brother who, for all his talk about not going to have anything to do with me for the rest of life but still buying me a laptop and paying for my airticket and early expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandmother, whom without a doubt loves me the most in the world. who nags me and i pretend not to hear her. whom i don't treat the way she deserves to be treated. i have so many regrets yet not enough time to change it. my grandma, who is getting older, who hasn't had the chance to have anything bought and paid by my own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nini. will she forget me? will she hide behind somebody else's skirts the way she hides behind mine when she sees strangers the next time we meet? will i still be the one whose face she grasps with both her tiny little hands and say 'tun ah! tun ah!' (swallow! swallow!)? will i still be the one she looks for when she falls down and cries? will she still come up to my room and know exactly where i put my makeup brushes and try to cajole me into putting on makeup for her not yet 3 year old face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends. oh, the company i have been so used to and have taken for granted. latat. i believe i see you the most out of all my friends, girls and guys alike. when have you refused me help? when have you ever said no when i needed something? when i leave, do not.. i repeat DO NOT let anyone step all over you. i mean it. that's my job. =) jam. for all the niceness, the hugs, the putting up with me, the planning of things, the love.. thank you. suet. for everything we've been through. for not walking away even when i've been mean, i'm not proud of it. for understanding. for your friendship. thank you. for rachel, our shared love for shopping and for being my partner in crime for almost everything. i'll miss you. hannah. for always remembering what's going on with me. for being there, always. for years and years of friendship. for the farewell gifts. for the fact that you are irreplaceable. thank you. minli. for being you. for being so innocent and letting me force you into apostatizing and yet laughing it off. for your sweetness and your total non-fakeness. for your love. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud. for a year and more of love. of shared gossip, shared laughter and stupid shoving fights. for never getting angry even though you should. for laughing at handicapped things with me. for holding my hand everytime something comes my way. for all the things you've done for me. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. how and where should i start about my pugin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin. for putting up with me all the time. for letting me have the satisfaction of saying things to boss you around. for the fact that you don't let me boss you around, you just let me say stuff and come up with some silly remark to make me laugh and realize how stupid i am. for always, always making things alright for me. for sharing every single burden i have. for listening to my complaints yet not agree with me if i'm wrong. for looking out for me every step of the way, you really do. for thinking of me every single second of the day. for the unconditional love you give, and for the understanding that i might not be able to do the same and yet still loving me. for accepting every single inch of me. for knowing i'm not perfect, and telling me i'm not perfect while brushing my tears away. for giving in to me once i start crying. for letting me yell. for yelling at me when i'm really bratty. for all you've done. for everything you've made me into. for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want each and every one of you to know that i don't show it all the time but the fact that you guys are here, mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck all of you la making me cry now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-9029077859887328343?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/9029077859887328343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/9029077859887328343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3263027348831223654</id><published>2007-06-25T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T01:57:38.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A Jetplane</title><content type='html'>this has got to be the most overused blog title ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway pictures from pd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_7Cvynv0I/AAAAAAAABI8/DsKIgV0pXTo/s1600-h/PD+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_7Cvynv0I/AAAAAAAABI8/DsKIgV0pXTo/s320/PD+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080054929304305474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elastigirl wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_59_ynvvI/AAAAAAAABIU/8FeHLzTYd4w/s1600-h/PD+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_59_ynvvI/AAAAAAAABIU/8FeHLzTYd4w/s320/PD+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080053748188298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-PynvwI/AAAAAAAABIc/9MDn63aazz4/s1600-h/PD+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-PynvwI/AAAAAAAABIc/9MDn63aazz4/s320/PD+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080053752483266306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, pugin and his fake polo shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-PynvxI/AAAAAAAABIk/CsXCS9b7hRM/s1600-h/PD+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-PynvxI/AAAAAAAABIk/CsXCS9b7hRM/s320/PD+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080053752483266322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok tell me do u notice anything about this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-vynvyI/AAAAAAAABIs/pDDPUFiZ1WU/s1600-h/PD+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-vynvyI/AAAAAAAABIs/pDDPUFiZ1WU/s320/PD+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080053761073200930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suet, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-vynvzI/AAAAAAAABI0/kIws5JGEItI/s1600-h/PD+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_5-vynvzI/AAAAAAAABI0/kIws5JGEItI/s320/PD+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080053761073200946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner and i suppose this will be the only picture posted up cuz i looked horrendous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241617_774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241617_774.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifting me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241618_1044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241618_1044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241619_8170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241619_8170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a picture of aud high up in the air but when we looked at it in latat's camera, i noticed that her nipple was visible HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA but of course im not gonna show u guys ok what kinda friend do you think i am! (offer the right price wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241620_8420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241620_8420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latat very stupid wan ok. when i was sleeping with pugin he barged into the room and hugged pugin! luckily i was clothed wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241623_9198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241623_9198.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minli and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241600_1912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241600_1912.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite pic but why wasnt jam in =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241602_4701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241602_4701.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me trying to enter a sampan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241607_5639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241607_5639.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;building our dream cock which collapsed due to the pull of gravity wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241604_5207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241604_5207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and pugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241603_4954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241603_4954.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooib this picture is for all the times u called me nazi, fake eyelashes and saying u refuse to sing a song for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout pd pugin was scolding me for wearing a bikini and when i wanted to go into the sea he told me my skirt had to be on! then i said i didnt want it to get wet so he told me to wear it around my boobs . then when suet tried to make ooib to disallow her from wearing a bikini he said 'wear la' why is pugin like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we were watching 'goal' on tv and i asked ooib whether he would let suet do david beckham or not. ooib said 'let la why don't let i'll probably watch and when they finish ask him for an autograph' WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241581_3166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241581_3166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh latat who's a confused child on so many levels. confused about his race, his religion and now his sexuality wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241592_5170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241592_5170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA MINLI WHAT WERE U DOING HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241595_5988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241595_5988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were taking pics outside pugin was playing emo songs in the room alone. and when no one went into the room he played louder and louder. attention whore tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241582_3527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241582_3527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minli has such pretty eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241597_1184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241597_1184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my pugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241575_7897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241575_7897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the oois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241576_9430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241576_9430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241577_9750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241577_9750.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me aud minli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241578_56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241578_56.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241553_1573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241553_1573.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud and minli. they called each other 'b' throughout the trip so not to feel left out, and minli said b stands for bird shit hahahaha cuz a bird shat on minli's back before in asia cafe without her realizing then she touched it and smelt it hahahaahahhaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241554_1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241554_1926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see told u her eyes are pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241573_7218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v96/71/89/716495844/n716495844_241573_7218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/82/53/10400574/n10400574_30792246_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/82/53/10400574/n10400574_30792246_1544.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA MINLI LOOKS LIKE AN INDIAN MAN HERE HAHAHAHAHAHAH WHY HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/82/53/10400574/n10400574_30792247_1770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/82/53/10400574/n10400574_30792247_1770.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving to UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/82/53/10400574/n10400574_30792248_2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/82/53/10400574/n10400574_30792248_2100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye guys! wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have a newfound enemy. dentists. why why why! why do we have to see dentists! the pain was so excruciating and she said i needed braces! what for! i have perfectly fine teeth ok! no gaps or anything! (at the top la wtf) and i can eat well la why must she put filling or whatever that was! and when she cleaned my whole mouth i think i drooled damn a lot cuz they had to stop and change my napkin twice wtf. i hate dentists ok if i have to wear dentures i am never going to see another dentist again mark my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how scary it is that i am so slow in packing! my mom asked me to bring so many ugly things over i would rather freeze my ass off than to be caught wearing thermal underwear underneath my clothes wtf. i was sniggering at this scarf she told me to bring which resembled a carpet and she got angry at me! so she went into her room and dug out photos of me when i was 16 and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so ugly then u look who's wearing it in this picture!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna deal with missing pugin T______________________T im not afraid of the relationship breaking or anything it's this i'm most scared of. =((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3263027348831223654?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3263027348831223654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3263027348831223654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaving-on-jetplane.html' title='Leaving On A Jetplane'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn_7Cvynv0I/AAAAAAAABI8/DsKIgV0pXTo/s72-c/PD+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7245585621816204225</id><published>2007-06-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:24:34.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>until i get the full set of pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn59lfynvoI/AAAAAAAABHc/_vd5mWFXfBw/s1600-h/PD+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn59lfynvoI/AAAAAAAABHc/_vd5mWFXfBw/s320/PD+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079635512862948994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn59xfynvpI/AAAAAAAABHk/yWQTGDJJ_yo/s1600-h/PD+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn59xfynvpI/AAAAAAAABHk/yWQTGDJJ_yo/s320/PD+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079635719021379218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will have to suffice. i won't say 'best trip of my life' because best sounds so final, and we always only remember things which are still fresh on our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would say there was never a dull moment and i had so much fun i think when i'm alone in my room, far far away from home, i would look at these pictures and cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7245585621816204225?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7245585621816204225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7245585621816204225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/port-dickson.html' title='Port Dickson'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rn59lfynvoI/AAAAAAAABHc/_vd5mWFXfBw/s72-c/PD+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1449792536867894841</id><published>2007-06-22T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T21:50:48.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pugin</title><content type='html'>e u g i n says:&lt;br /&gt;u procastinate queen la&lt;br /&gt;e u g i n says:&lt;br /&gt;why put mask ,what will it do to ur skin ?&lt;br /&gt;Blackilocks says:&lt;br /&gt;make it nicer&lt;br /&gt;Blackilocks says:&lt;br /&gt;brighter&lt;br /&gt;e u g i n says:&lt;br /&gt;brighter ?&lt;br /&gt;e u g i n says:&lt;br /&gt;it does ?&lt;br /&gt;e u g i n says:&lt;br /&gt;ask litat to use la&lt;br /&gt;Blackilocks says:&lt;br /&gt;if u do regularly&lt;br /&gt;Blackilocks says:&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;Blackilocks says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA WHY U SO BAD&lt;br /&gt;e u g i n says:&lt;br /&gt;what ? if it does help ur skin to be brighter ,why not help a fren ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i'm going to pd with litat jam aud minli suet ooib and of course pugin. i think we're meeting fellip and nicole there whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm pregnant. nowadays when i visit random blogs i get nauseous whenever i look at ugly or fat people! why is this so! seriously i have actually felt the vomit hit the back of my throat wtf. if this continues i might have to seek professional help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1449792536867894841?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1449792536867894841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1449792536867894841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/pugin.html' title='Pugin'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3575755216109288331</id><published>2007-06-21T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:22:19.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackilocks</title><content type='html'>So i permed my hair and i look like blackilocks now sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so embarrassed ok how can this happen to me! how can i look like blackilocks and why is my hair suddenly so short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbqPynvmI/AAAAAAAABHM/TasVXRwuzfA/s1600-h/DSC03028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbqPynvmI/AAAAAAAABHM/TasVXRwuzfA/s320/DSC03028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078190836188429922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new scent! i used to have this thing for perfumes when i was 14, i had so many then! but after i lost my favourite scent (armani white) i got very heartbroken and didn't want to collect perfume anymore. now most of them smell weird cuz kept for too long ady wtf. but this bottle is so pretty right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbqfynvnI/AAAAAAAABHU/y9btX0ICQA0/s1600-h/DSC02995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbqfynvnI/AAAAAAAABHU/y9btX0ICQA0/s320/DSC02995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078190840483397234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nini! this is proof that kids can be unphotogenic too ok i swear nini is sooooo much cuter in real life and in other photos. don't ask me why is my eyebrow like that i did my makeup in the car and i only got to do mascara and eyeliner T_T and when i wanted to draw my eyebrow my uncle went into a tunnel wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was in the salon perming my hair for 6 HOURS STRAIGHT GOD I FELT LIKE DYING i saw this woman come in. she was young-ish, probably 24? 25? and she came in at like 8pm and finished her hair/makeup at 930. then i was thinking, why would anyone want to look nice before they sleep wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean there she was, puffing away on her cigarette while they styled her hair and chattering very loudly to her friend. i wrote her off as a common prostitute, someone who didnt have a proper education to get a high paying job so she had to resort to such means to get money to buy branded stuff wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i found out later that she had 2 kids to support. so she had to work so hard so that her kids get to live comfortably and this is i suppose the only way to get fast money. and she had to look so nice so that she could get more customers asking her to pour drinks for them and probably getting groped in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think that when her kids grow up they're gonna be ashamed of the fact that their mom used to work like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbFfynviI/AAAAAAAABGs/Me3n2173SaY/s1600-h/DSC03025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbFfynviI/AAAAAAAABGs/Me3n2173SaY/s320/DSC03025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078190204828237346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackilocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbFvynvjI/AAAAAAAABG0/prSqyHdV0j8/s1600-h/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbFvynvjI/AAAAAAAABG0/prSqyHdV0j8/s320/DSC03019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078190209123204658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbF_ynvkI/AAAAAAAABG8/xHYs61JTXyI/s1600-h/DSC03015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbF_ynvkI/AAAAAAAABG8/xHYs61JTXyI/s320/DSC03015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078190213418171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh why is my hair like this T_______________T i can only hope that after i wash it it becomes more flowy and natural SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh poh seik came back and look what he bought me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbF_ynvlI/AAAAAAAABHE/Ouz_NhZnd1o/s1600-h/DSC03001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbF_ynvlI/AAAAAAAABHE/Ouz_NhZnd1o/s320/DSC03001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078190213418171986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a robe! very thick and warm wan ok i'm perspiring as i type this in my 20 degree celcius room wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*princess aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;my love if u get fat in uk&lt;br /&gt;*princess aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;i know our love transcends all bounds&lt;br /&gt;Blackilocks says:&lt;br /&gt;but not this bound&lt;br /&gt;*princess aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;but im sure u would understand if i didnt wanna be frds with u&lt;br /&gt;*princess aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been a whirlwind of worrying, screaming at everyone, and being too wound up to joke. i finally found a housemate and will be going to sign the house contract tomorrow. things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be okay in the end. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only want to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; if you're ok when i'm not around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; asking if you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; i love the way you make it sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and i will be calling you to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you're sleepin are you dreamin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you're dreamin are you dreamin of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Theres something that i cant quite explain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i'm so in love with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; youll never take that away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and if i said a hundred times before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; expect a thousand more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you never take that away&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/10008105-3575755216109288331?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3575755216109288331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3575755216109288331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/blackilocks.html' title='Blackilocks'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnlbqPynvmI/AAAAAAAABHM/TasVXRwuzfA/s72-c/DSC03028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3045387287119550922</id><published>2007-06-16T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T06:09:56.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess no one cares about politics on my blog wtf. why didn't anyone ask me why is my post titled 153!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw i passed ALL my subjects (with quite good marks for me right lilin ahahaha) this semester, and because i met the requirements of having an average of above 50 i don't have to resit the paper i failed last semester! :DDDDDDDDDDD wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maison 14th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh why today maison like not many people?&lt;br /&gt;aud: yeah la why ah?&lt;br /&gt;me: ya lor usually very packed&lt;br /&gt;aud: maybe cuz we didn't publicize that's why no fans came wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5vynvaI/AAAAAAAABFs/GKiH9BYNwRk/s1600-h/the+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5vynvaI/AAAAAAAABFs/GKiH9BYNwRk/s320/the+club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682572523093410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minli suet aud tze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5vynvbI/AAAAAAAABF0/J80do-fehdc/s1600-h/the+club+outside+toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5vynvbI/AAAAAAAABF0/J80do-fehdc/s320/the+club+outside+toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682572523093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me suet aud (why do i look like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5_ynvcI/AAAAAAAABF8/PP0CpWqv94U/s1600-h/tze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5_ynvcI/AAAAAAAABF8/PP0CpWqv94U/s320/tze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682576818060738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i didnt put enough concealer T______T and why do i look so different do you guys think i look different! like pupiles and hair extra black right! and something's different about my makeup also... *broods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5_ynvdI/AAAAAAAABGE/OvEHkazaHg8/s1600-h/z+aud+club+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5_ynvdI/AAAAAAAABGE/OvEHkazaHg8/s320/z+aud+club+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682576818060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and aud while minli and suet went to the car to take her ic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5_ynveI/AAAAAAAABGM/uV191v0by18/s1600-h/z+suet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5_ynveI/AAAAAAAABGM/uV191v0by18/s320/z+suet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076682576818060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suet me in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GfynvVI/AAAAAAAABFE/QxN98Lm-M7U/s1600-h/minli+jockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GfynvVI/AAAAAAAABFE/QxN98Lm-M7U/s320/minli+jockey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076681692054797650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minli directing the jockey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GfynvWI/AAAAAAAABFM/XV3cgZLiV8E/s1600-h/n10400574_30775813_2353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GfynvWI/AAAAAAAABFM/XV3cgZLiV8E/s320/n10400574_30775813_2353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076681692054797666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GfynvXI/AAAAAAAABFU/FyIBqIeDqa8/s1600-h/rachel+z+junie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GfynvXI/AAAAAAAABFU/FyIBqIeDqa8/s320/rachel+z+junie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076681692054797682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel me and junie lau huey huey wtf. i saw junie's tattoos and i'm so jealous! stupid pugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GvynvYI/AAAAAAAABFc/Q1Yhc9sSIiM/s1600-h/rape+minli+scared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_GvynvYI/AAAAAAAABFc/Q1Yhc9sSIiM/s320/rape+minli+scared.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076681696349764994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud raping minli. and look at her bra wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-O_ynvQI/AAAAAAAABEc/Ic1c7lJXT78/s1600-h/aud+surprised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-O_ynvQI/AAAAAAAABEc/Ic1c7lJXT78/s320/aud+surprised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680738572057858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-PPynvSI/AAAAAAAABEs/UbPQgiptg-c/s1600-h/group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-PPynvSI/AAAAAAAABEs/UbPQgiptg-c/s320/group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680742867025186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popo and us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-PPynvTI/AAAAAAAABE0/VMr3WzhBAp4/s1600-h/minli+aud+suet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-PPynvTI/AAAAAAAABE0/VMr3WzhBAp4/s320/minli+aud+suet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680742867025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh where was i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha minli borrowed a pair of shoes from me and she asked me whether it hurts or not and i said none of my shoes do not hurt wtf. so she took them off while dancing and this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-PPynvUI/AAAAAAAABE8/m0qWOGSi9s0/s1600-h/minli+foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-PPynvUI/AAAAAAAABE8/m0qWOGSi9s0/s320/minli+foot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680742867025218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHAH WHY KELABU IN COLOUR HAHAHAHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-O_ynvRI/AAAAAAAABEk/yUqtXHDe-Us/s1600-h/compare+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP-O_ynvRI/AAAAAAAABEk/yUqtXHDe-Us/s320/compare+feet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076680738572057874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comparatively! why my foot shape so ugly wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone slept over my place that night, and while i was removing makeup aud asked me whether i had a rubber band or not but i kept quiet because i was busy wtf. then after i came out minli asked audrey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did you use my bra strap to tie your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AND IT WASN'T ON PURPOSE OK HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnQR0fynvfI/AAAAAAAABGU/RjVceacdFbg/s1600-h/z+rape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnQR0fynvfI/AAAAAAAABGU/RjVceacdFbg/s320/z+rape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076702273538080242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a stupid picture for your viewing pleasure! and the eyeshadow dunno why like that T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have an important question to ask you guys, really really important so please answer me if you do have some sort of experience with this ok! would reallyyy appreciate it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i buy shiseido's UVwhite range, The Skincare range, or kose's sekkisei range? i was so set on wanting shiseido but someone told me that products which show difference in mere days are not good because they are too strong! and another person told me that once she stopped shiseido's products her skin broke out really badly T____T i guess it does kinda makes sense la that super strong products are not good but what for i wanna buy products which show me results in 6 months wtf.  i need feedback please =((( i will greatly appreciate it ok ok ok &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnRHv_ynvgI/AAAAAAAABGc/CHviZ1GXZ1o/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnRHv_ynvgI/AAAAAAAABGc/CHviZ1GXZ1o/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076761569856568834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shouldn't have taught pugin how to use facebook he's now asking me to delete all my bikini pictures HMPH oh and add me &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=716495844"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; only if u know me personally!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3045387287119550922?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3045387287119550922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3045387287119550922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-guess-no-one-cares-about-politics-on.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RnP_5vynvaI/AAAAAAAABFs/GKiH9BYNwRk/s72-c/the+club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2029256442440353420</id><published>2007-06-14T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:58:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>153.</title><content type='html'>call me stupid but i just found out that Malaysia has the third largest number of students going to western type countries to pursue higher education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till today, education is a major source of Malaysia's expenditure, something that the current administration is trying to remedy. After years of sending students abroad, Malaysian post-graduate and industrial research and development has still not shown any notable progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf how to remedy when about 80 percent of the JPA scholars sent to Michigan is failing all their subjects? and these are the people who're coming back to rule the country. the remaining 20 percent obviously do not want to work in Malaysia. what for work in a country where your deputy prime minister can blow up people anytime and not get arrested wtf. with all the newspapers keeping quiet about it wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how the american wall street journal can come up with an article cleverly pointing hidden fingers and whereas our very trusty TheStar can only insert badly disguised remarks about a poor murdered mother being a golddigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what for work in a country which never ever contributed a single cent to your upbringing? and i can say this ok because i have been studying in private institutions my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid government. quota this quota that so scared non bumiputras will create competition then go impose quota in schools la wtf. let 70 percent bumiputras enter school la why don't you just finish the job nicely and let all the poor non bumiputras be uneducated and then shift the whole social hiearchy of malaysia upside down! let us be roadside cleaners - wait i forgot, that's not a switch since these are not even jobs bumiputras hold in the first place, they are sitting on high comfortable chairs doing nothing for being a director in a chinese owned company wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes i know we're better off than indonesia in terms of being a multiracial south east asian country but why you wanna compare with a country where chinese are not even allowed chinese names! it's like when you get 20 marks for a subject, and you go home telling your mom 'my friend got 10 marks ok so actually i'm smart' when there were tons of people getting above 80 marks for the same exam. so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i'm talking about ok malaysia will never improve because rather than to face competition in the face like a man wtf they choose to eliminate it by imposing stupid quotas. if the quotas and whatever constitutional rules are there for a good reason then okay la but i don't see what good it has done other than to make all our smart non bumiputras migrate to other countries wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like streamyx la we can complain day and night about how sucky/slow/idiotic it is but in the end we still have to use streamyx isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the only the education system don't let me get started on how many cops i have bribed on the way back from clubbing wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what idiotic leaders have words like 'don't blame the policemen who take the bribes blame those who give the bribes' spew out of their mouths! are the bribers the ones responsible for keeping the country safe and out of harm's way! stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main reason i'm angry is because of malaysia's stupid education system i have to go overseas to study and be separated from my pugin T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some of you think that this doesn't affect you, since it's only politics. well let me tell you, when you see your parents working so hard just so you can afford better schools, wear better clothes, and when you think about how hard you have to study and the amount of subjects you have to take (and score in) to obtain a scholarship, and when you think about the number of times your parents had to bow down to someone of so called superior race just to get a fucking project or two. to live comfortably in a country which is supposedly ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think about a young boy somewhere, so poor he has to study in a room lit by candles only just so he can score for his SPM, getting 11A1s and 1A2 and yet not getting any scholarships. maybe this is their ultimate goal. to not let any poor smart non bumiputras have a chance to change their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some more dare to elect me to go for national service. fuck it la i dont care if i have to live in exile wtf i'm not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm also staying in cheras forever because i'm under DAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i visited china, i was forced to sleep in a room with my older brother with whom i was not on good terms on back then. however, he told me something which makes so much more sense now that i'm older:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, we're here in china where our ancestors are from and yet we are so different from them. we can't speak like them, we're starting to not even look like them. we're foreigners. but in malaysia, it's no different because we're treated like foreigners. so.. we don't belong anywhere. neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back then i just said oh ok and went back to my harry potter book wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, who are we? malaysians? malaysian chinese? chinese?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2029256442440353420?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2029256442440353420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2029256442440353420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/153.html' title='153.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2769830918045193620</id><published>2007-06-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:15:30.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters Never Prosper</title><content type='html'>I was watching this drama about how this girl's boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is one of the the most cliched stories in the world which is all the more reason to get mad! how can this happen! i know most people say the girl is not to be blamed la, if your guy is such a good guy in the first place he won't stray anyway la bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're talking feminism here ok. what did our ancestors wtf burn their bras for! why did they fight and fight so we women have a right to vote! they didn't cut their hair so damn short and balut their breasts for nothing ok! is it just for us to turn our backs against each other! i don't think so wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the other day (well ok two months ago wtf) i was reading a magazine and this random survey was conducted asking random girls whether or not they would go after a guy who was very clearly 'taken'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would NOT believe the responses that came out of some of these cibai people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'all's fair in love and war' WTF are you bogart and bergman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'if he's not married, why not'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'if i really like him i won't care if he's taken or married' OK THIS IS THE WORST OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously i don't know what's going on in these girls' heads! i know people who don't think it's a big deal (i probably didn't think it was a big deal when i was single) but then again please put yourselves in his girlfriend's shoes. how would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; feel? particularly if you weren't physically together with your boyfriend to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i damn hate girls who like to lead people on just for the fun of it. to add another guy in her collection of guys who like her. and then whine to other people saying 'i dont know why he always msg me weird stuff!' WTF. if you entertain him with replies then come on la what do you expect, seriously? if you act like you're interested each time you see him, don't be all coy and all 'i dont get why so many guys like me' ok it's very irritating to watch. particularly if the guys are ugly, i would keep quiet if i were you wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the topic at hand. yeah it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the guy's fault for cheating. i never said it wasn't. i'm just saying that the world would be a better place if there are less cibai girls who like to measure their self worth by seeing if a guy with a girlfriend would still fall for them. so, so pitiful. all i need to do to up my self worth is to look in the mirror (with makeup and preferably clothes on wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean honestly i think it is very very wrong for a girl to still hit on a guy or to accept the guy's hit ons wtf &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; she clearly knows the guy has a steady long time girlfriend with whom he has no intentions of breaking up with. COME ON the excuse 'he's gonna break up with her' is just the saddest stupidest excuse on earth ok if they still see/talk to each other all the time it is very clear that he's just lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst worst worstttt case ever is if THE GIRL IS A FRIEND OF THE GIRLFRIEND. this is the most pathetic ever excuse for a human being. how can! how how how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the other day my auntie was telling me, her friend (A)'s husband is cheating on her with a girl who also happens to be A's close friend. husband for 20 years ok. 20 FREAKING YEARS with two children to boot. yes the guy is horny but you tell me la which human being is not horny? (if any of you are accusing me of being sexist let me tell you first if it appeases you, you can change all the 'her's to 'him's and turn this whole blog into a blog written from a guy's point of view ok wtf) but her friend! FRIEND! home wrecker! paling benci this kind of people ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having a fit just thinking about those girls who, knowing very well the guy has a girlfriend, flirts incessantly with him just because.. i dunno, i'm not a slut ok don't ask me how their minds work wtf. why do people like that exist sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok let me warn people here IF I CATCH ANYONE OF YOU FLIRTING WITH PUGIN i will so track you down and do a lot of things to you ok. once my mom almost hired someone to pour acid on the face of a girl who tried to seduce my sister's boyfriend by cooking for him all the time wtf. because my sister can't cook wtf. and what stopped her was not a sane mind but because the girl was no longer in kl wtf. so don't say i didn't warn you ok i am very scary when i'm mad. so are my friends wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the end of a very angry entry goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2769830918045193620?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2769830918045193620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2769830918045193620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/cheaters-never-prosper.html' title='Cheaters Never Prosper'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7696011676636356194</id><published>2007-06-09T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:16:33.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preview wtf</title><content type='html'>suet has already blogged and i cannot lose ok so i shall give you all a glimpse of the pictures wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***edit: more pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVvvynvJI/AAAAAAAABDk/NMWdIYzphFE/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVvvynvJI/AAAAAAAABDk/NMWdIYzphFE/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073962208957283474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clockwise l-r) me aud, aud me, aud suet me, the club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVvvynvKI/AAAAAAAABDs/-ht2VEQ1WX8/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVvvynvKI/AAAAAAAABDs/-ht2VEQ1WX8/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073962208957283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swimsuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVv_ynvLI/AAAAAAAABD0/m9Wv6VFlnps/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVv_ynvLI/AAAAAAAABD0/m9Wv6VFlnps/s320/collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073962213252250802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the pool, the bottom right picture is after i got pushed into the pool for the second time by pugin because he said i cannot be seen in a bikini wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rmqb3_ynvOI/AAAAAAAABEM/KLSw9ZA43V8/s1600-h/DSCF1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rmqb3_ynvOI/AAAAAAAABEM/KLSw9ZA43V8/s320/DSCF1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074039316505148642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with a fat arm, pugin and someone i don't know wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmqblvynvMI/AAAAAAAABD8/7Qd6f_0ymKk/s1600-h/DSCF1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmqblvynvMI/AAAAAAAABD8/7Qd6f_0ymKk/s320/DSCF1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074039002972536002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam saving latat from drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rmqbl_ynvNI/AAAAAAAABEE/0vWSC1_nUp4/s1600-h/DSCF1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rmqbl_ynvNI/AAAAAAAABEE/0vWSC1_nUp4/s320/DSCF1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074039007267503314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me repairing the damage pugin's dunking caused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmqdH_ynvPI/AAAAAAAABEU/146_dfQJU9E/s1600-h/DSCF1940new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmqdH_ynvPI/AAAAAAAABEU/146_dfQJU9E/s320/DSCF1940new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074040690894683378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin shielding me from aud's camera lens cuz he said i cannot be seen in a bikini *heaves long sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh do u think this format is nicer or u guys prefer me to put individual pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going out to eat swensen's icecream hoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: is it me or is meredith so freaking annoying with the whole you're not my father/mother thing tsk i feel like slapping her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7696011676636356194?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7696011676636356194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7696011676636356194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/preview-wtf.html' title='Preview wtf'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmpVvvynvJI/AAAAAAAABDk/NMWdIYzphFE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1511739722597385783</id><published>2007-06-07T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T23:02:29.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Morphing Time!</title><content type='html'>*while passing by some houses at abdullah hukum wtf*&lt;br /&gt;me: eh why they build an lrt stop here! no one gets off or gets in here also!&lt;br /&gt;aud: yala why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we passed by a place filled with low cost flats and houses with zinc roofs wtf. then we just kept laughing uncontrollably wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least when i'm in hell i know i'll have friends there ok! i'd rather go to hell and be with friends than to stay in heaven without anyone i know. and i'm pretty sure i'll see pugin and most of my friends in hell wtf. (you know who you are ok lemme list down those who're going to hell with me for sure: lilin (hahahahahah definitely no question wtf), audrey and my mom wtf.) suet maybe, ooib maybe, latat maybe and the rest also maybe la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe jam will go to heaven&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmgYoPynvHI/AAAAAAAABDU/uCL9frpKNZU/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmgYoPynvHI/AAAAAAAABDU/uCL9frpKNZU/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073332059945548914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz she's the nicest among all of us in The Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway i bought my first pair of sport shoes since i 'accidentally' left my pair of sport shoes in my hostel last year. i swore to myself i will not ever buy sport shoes ever again okay because i hate wearing them nothing in my closet matches sneakers! i refuse to wear a nice top with jeans and sneakers ok u know how repulsive i look! so i told my mom i will wear pumps wherever i go i don't care if i injure my feet permanently it's okay it is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got damn irritated at the whole world asking me to buy a pair of sneakers so i did wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless hell would freeze over before i splurge on an expensive pair of stupid nike or adidas or whatever which i will wear a grand total of 3 times in my lifetime so i have decided to buy pink converses since people seem to like them so much. (but if i do reach the level where i can afford lv sneakers i would buy them ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmgdR_ynvII/AAAAAAAABDc/lCRlHsrkV2c/s1600-h/tzechingsneakers.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmgdR_ynvII/AAAAAAAABDc/lCRlHsrkV2c/s320/tzechingsneakers.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073337175251598466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;webcam picture because i left my camera charger (and bra wtf) at pugin's place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and since abdullah damn free go paktoh remarry all why he not free to run the country properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh boy why all the chinese bow down so low when they're shaking hands with the malay leaders?&lt;br /&gt;brother: who say all chinese? only mca wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1511739722597385783?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1511739722597385783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1511739722597385783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-morphing-time.html' title='It&apos;s Morphing Time!'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmgYoPynvHI/AAAAAAAABDU/uCL9frpKNZU/s72-c/shiny+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2096448030887475407</id><published>2007-06-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T22:57:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Distance</title><content type='html'>i've been wanting to not think about it. let it seem like i'm going away on a long vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish we didn't move as fast as we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going from (almost) living together to not seeing each other for months and months on end is gonna be hard, i know, i don't need people reminding me time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i wanna ask people who have been through it, just a simple 'is it really that hard?' question but i'm so afraid of what i might hear that i decide against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everytime pugin talks about it i get distracted, that i think it's intentional. the whole 'if i dont think about it it doesn't exist' idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can avoiding the topic last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2096448030887475407?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2096448030887475407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2096448030887475407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-distance.html' title='Long Distance'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8396748742074191905</id><published>2007-06-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:58:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Date</title><content type='html'>Bumper Cars and Souled Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with Leisure Mall! used to have indoor roller coaster ok. and hmph got bumper car anywhere else or not! and no it's not for kids ok wtf. even if got bumper car anywhere else in kl u would be afraid to bump into people u know isn't it! (like how i went on the elephant in 1u and was so afraid i would see anyone i knew wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lMI/AAAAAAAABCU/C723QcN1Qs0/s1600-h/jam+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lMI/AAAAAAAABCU/C723QcN1Qs0/s320/jam+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072141148201850050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lNI/AAAAAAAABCc/ioeh5DxbAAA/s1600-h/latat+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lNI/AAAAAAAABCc/ioeh5DxbAAA/s320/latat+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072141148201850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha audrey's mom asked suet whether or not jam was dating a malay HAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgT02lPI/AAAAAAAABCs/HgZp-Io-WFk/s1600-h/n10400574_30749965_5929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgT02lPI/AAAAAAAABCs/HgZp-Io-WFk/s320/n10400574_30749965_5929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072141152496817394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengoklah mulut tu wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPaZz02lCI/AAAAAAAABBE/XJeqCg0Q1UQ/s1600-h/aud+bumper+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPaZz02lCI/AAAAAAAABBE/XJeqCg0Q1UQ/s320/aud+bumper+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072137742292784162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud damn stupid ok lost her ticket! because of that i had to make eyes at the bumper car operator wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPt-j02lRI/AAAAAAAABC8/oRQ7HeU1mUI/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPt-j02lRI/AAAAAAAABC8/oRQ7HeU1mUI/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072159264373904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me ask me how i did this! *shiny eyes&lt;br /&gt;candid shots taken by pugin and jam. oh i look amazing in the 2nd pic wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPtED02lQI/AAAAAAAABC0/D5wNkOelW0o/s1600-h/jam+tart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPtED02lQI/AAAAAAAABC0/D5wNkOelW0o/s320/jam+tart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072158259351557378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYz02lKI/AAAAAAAABCE/SoUmJKzoR-g/s1600-h/DSCF1788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYz02lKI/AAAAAAAABCE/SoUmJKzoR-g/s320/DSCF1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072139924136170658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple 2 WTF AUD IS THAT YOUR FINGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYj02lHI/AAAAAAAABBs/LSTIV8PykyI/s1600-h/aud+bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYj02lHI/AAAAAAAABBs/LSTIV8PykyI/s320/aud+bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072139919841203314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple 3 wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYj02lII/AAAAAAAABB0/EX9a8irctDQ/s1600-h/aud+jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYj02lII/AAAAAAAABB0/EX9a8irctDQ/s320/aud+jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072139919841203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam aud! their dresses all damn nice right right wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYz02lJI/AAAAAAAABB8/HA42_kFoXDY/s1600-h/DSCF1787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcYz02lJI/AAAAAAAABB8/HA42_kFoXDY/s320/DSCF1787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072139924136170642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i have big shiny eyes like cartoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh like this!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPv2z02lTI/AAAAAAAABDM/J_BgVRMZmGA/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPv2z02lTI/AAAAAAAABDM/J_BgVRMZmGA/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072161330253174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we look alike or do we look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcZD02lLI/AAAAAAAABCM/ceQpv5Df_3o/s1600-h/z+jam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPcZD02lLI/AAAAAAAABCM/ceQpv5Df_3o/s320/z+jam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072139928431137970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me in my national service uniform wtf and jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPaZz02lDI/AAAAAAAABBM/qCoEhW-Ld6g/s1600-h/aud+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPaZz02lDI/AAAAAAAABBM/qCoEhW-Ld6g/s320/aud+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072137742292784178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPaaD02lEI/AAAAAAAABBU/nShJM92hOzY/s1600-h/aud+me+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPaaD02lEI/AAAAAAAABBU/nShJM92hOzY/s320/aud+me+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072137746587751490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud and half of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPvHT02lSI/AAAAAAAABDE/t6z2jBc7BEE/s1600-h/Baby+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPvHT02lSI/AAAAAAAABDE/t6z2jBc7BEE/s320/Baby+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072160514209387810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our dresses all so nice right &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPv2z02lTI/AAAAAAAABDM/J_BgVRMZmGA/s1600-h/shiny+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPv2z02lTI/AAAAAAAABDM/J_BgVRMZmGA/s320/shiny+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072161330253174066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a last picture just to gross all of you (and myself) out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lOI/AAAAAAAABCk/S1Y9YTs4xRM/s1600-h/kissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lOI/AAAAAAAABCk/S1Y9YTs4xRM/s320/kissing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072141148201850082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. and i know it looks like pugin damn layan but his hand is on my waist ok! the other hand! i have to tell you i'm a good kisser ok! what do you know la big mouth can takung a lot of saliva wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-8396748742074191905?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8396748742074191905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8396748742074191905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/triple-date.html' title='Triple Date'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RmPdgD02lMI/AAAAAAAABCU/C723QcN1Qs0/s72-c/jam+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7352582955034804851</id><published>2007-06-03T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:54:01.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>So this random guy added me on MSN, claiming to be the person who has been flaming my blog continuously (and when i say continuously i mean every 2 hours per day) and begging me not to make this a police case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he even gave me his 'name', 'ic number' and his supposed 'address' and 'email'. none of which i am sure is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i asked why on earth did he start spamming me, he told me it's 'for fun'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:47:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Hi, is this tze  ching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:48:05 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;who's  this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:49:11 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;A person who would like to  apologize for what he did. This is knnccb who spam you recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:57:38 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I initially just want to  flame, but then, things got out of hand, and I am really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:58:04 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;You have the right not to  accept my apology, but I just want you to know that I am sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:58:47 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;then why did u  wanna flame in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;12:59:53 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Maybe like what you said, I  am too free. I didn't mean to cause harm, I was just having fun. And I am  sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:34:18 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Okie... My name is Wong Hon  Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:34:29 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;I was in UNIM for  foundation for a short period of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:34:49 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;I got to know chui san's  blog from a friend of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;1:17:30 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;The reason why I choose aud  is because she was one of the one who were responding furiously with a link  under her name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;1:17:42 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;so I just thought I would  pay her a visit and drop a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;4:48:33 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Please... I am already left  with almost none of my dignity... Please just let me keep this last bit of what  I have left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;4:58:12 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Okay... I am offering you  my sincere apology but you do not accept it... It seriously wasn't  me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;4:58:23 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I have removed the picture  on the day itself that I posted it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:00:51 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;All i was saying was that I  knew about the legal actions thats why i removed it immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:00:52 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;u'r acting like  this settles it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:00:58 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;ok  whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:01:04 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;i think your  spamming plus stupid pictures of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:01:14 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;and like u  posted offensive commetn in my blog like what, 2 hours once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:01:16 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;i can't let  this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:01:26 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;if u'r afraid  of legal action mayb eyou should've thought about the consequences  first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:01:28 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;so too bad for  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:01:57 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;So what can I do to make it  up for my stupid mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:02:16 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;sit your ass  down and get ready for legal action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:02:39 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Please do not go to that  extend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:03:03 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I am really sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:36:26 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:36:46 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I do not hate  her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:36:53 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I spam alot to tell u the  turth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:37:15 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;from kennysia to  smashpop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:37:19 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;but all just one  liners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:37:29 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;I am sorry that I went  overboard in your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:37:57 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;but why did u  want to spam chui san in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:37:59 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;who made u do  it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:43:36 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;do u have  friendster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:43:42 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;no why did u  spam me in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:43:46 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);font-family:Palatino Linotype;" &gt;i didnt ocmment  at hcuisan's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:44:01 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;No I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:44:13 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Cause I clicked on the  links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:44:18 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;A few  actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:44:45 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;And I stumbled upon  yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;2/6/2007&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;5:45:11 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;SADAS&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;tzeching.&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;" &gt;And yours was rather... How  should I say... Bimbotic... I hope you don't mind me using this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are bits and pieces of the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether he was being truthful about his identity or not but i guess i'll find out soon won't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and some of you might think people should apologize for blaming someone else at first. oh don't you dare. did she ever apologize or even fucking admit plagiarizing AND hacking all my accounts? i had proof some more ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures the next post, when i'm done confirming things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7352582955034804851?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7352582955034804851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7352582955034804851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6729221870389606768</id><published>2007-06-02T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:45:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flamers</title><content type='html'>ok, happy? i'm gonna do a whole post for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;a href="http://igotfedup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://audree.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Aud&lt;/a&gt; for the blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the others for defending me, and for the encouraging comments =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh actually i didnt want to care so much because flamers will eventually die off but (un?)fortunately, my dad walked in on me viewing the very well done naked picture of me and he naturally got very angry and wanted to track the person who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i really had no choice but to print screen the pictures, print screen the ip addresses on my cbox, and also on my haloscan, and email it to my dad's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was a clever action indeed because after that the coward deleted the pictures off imageshack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last i talked to him he was about to call one of his friends who's a lawyer hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how lame is it that you actually come to my blog, disconnect and reconnect all the time just to produce different ip addresses and comment in my haloscan just to make it seem as if i have a lot of flamers? ha nice try. i know how ip addresses work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's no use hiding behind 'knnccb' and 'click me' and '-' identities because i have a feeling come monday, i will know your address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you're in a cybercafe spamming me (which i highly doubt unless you are a good for nothing person who stays in cybercafes 24/7) a few questions put to the owner would have u out in no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6729221870389606768?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6729221870389606768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6729221870389606768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/06/flamers.html' title='Flamers'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-9204612507862677670</id><published>2007-05-29T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T00:34:14.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ + Pui San's Birthday + Others</title><content type='html'>Barbecue Dinner (no it's not my farewell as i'm still in denial about leaving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIID02kxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JqWaqdaqPnE/s1600-h/DSCF1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070006583815475986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIID02kxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JqWaqdaqPnE/s320/DSCF1747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilin, me (see i got bright eyes *shiny eyes) aud suet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIHz02kwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/v_3Ngz50pdM/s1600-h/DSCF1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070006579520508674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIHz02kwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/v_3Ngz50pdM/s320/DSCF1745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilin, me and suet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxVIj02lBI/AAAAAAAABA8/duShEOslXGI/s1600-h/BBQ%2520065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020886056571922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxVIj02lBI/AAAAAAAABA8/duShEOslXGI/s320/BBQ%2520065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latat cooking wah the face damn serious are you turned on wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIID02kyI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nzhol-V0rzU/s1600-h/DSCF1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070006583815476002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIID02kyI/AAAAAAAAA_E/nzhol-V0rzU/s320/DSCF1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxG_j02krI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Kfr16rUTiqA/s1600-h/BBQ+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005338274960050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxG_j02krI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Kfr16rUTiqA/s320/BBQ+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn, albert, nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxG_z02ksI/AAAAAAAAA-U/c-uf5MBS4I0/s1600-h/BBQ+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005342569927362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxG_z02ksI/AAAAAAAAA-U/c-uf5MBS4I0/s320/BBQ+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam derlyn and no one else! wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxHAD02ktI/AAAAAAAAA-c/AkXx5x6oLwg/s1600-h/BBQ+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005346864894674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxHAD02ktI/AAAAAAAAA-c/AkXx5x6oLwg/s320/BBQ+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn and pugin, the person who planned the barbecue for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUvT02lAI/AAAAAAAABA0/ML5SuKdxdx0/s1600-h/BBQ%2520065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxHAT02kuI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ptz4u4BEPs8/s1600-h/BBQ+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005351159861986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxHAT02kuI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ptz4u4BEPs8/s320/BBQ+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxHAT02kvI/AAAAAAAAA-s/lZ-w5vOXVb4/s1600-h/BBQ+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070005351159862002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxHAT02kvI/AAAAAAAAA-s/lZ-w5vOXVb4/s320/BBQ+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha this is proof that i'm very tall ok. look at my gisele legs wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFLz02kmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/YxSaeqvoySY/s1600-h/BBQ+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003349705101922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFLz02kmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/YxSaeqvoySY/s320/BBQ+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMD02knI/AAAAAAAAA9s/K-8IAY5RLgE/s1600-h/BBQ+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003354000069234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMD02knI/AAAAAAAAA9s/K-8IAY5RLgE/s320/BBQ+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dory fish that pugin made! they were so yummy ok but after they were err barbecue-d, i put them on my plate and unwrapped the aluminium foil. and then hot oil came streaming down my thighs cuz i was sitting cross legged. this happened three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMD02koI/AAAAAAAAA90/u_PfEQAAe-Q/s1600-h/BBQ+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003354000069250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMD02koI/AAAAAAAAA90/u_PfEQAAe-Q/s320/BBQ+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lilin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMT02kpI/AAAAAAAAA98/NN--P7AgUNg/s1600-h/BBQ+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070003358295036562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMT02kpI/AAAAAAAAA98/NN--P7AgUNg/s320/BBQ+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxFMj02kqI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Y4QW3bOZaMI/s1600-h/BBQ+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the barbecue pit made out of bricks and.. err.. fire. this is why boys exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big thank you to everyone who turned up and sorry if i didn't speak much to you guys =( it was because the grass was soaking wet, i was wearing high heels and the heels sank into the grass with each step i took. so i wanted to stay rooted to a spot (which didn't turn out to be such a good idea after all, by the end of the night even my panties were soaked wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMMT02k4I/AAAAAAAAA_0/T-AunwOH27U/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070011054876431234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMMT02k4I/AAAAAAAAA_0/T-AunwOH27U/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini's mom, nini and nini's dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMMz02k5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/NgLCXbju29g/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070011063466365842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMMz02k5I/AAAAAAAAA_8/NgLCXbju29g/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly a chip off the old block!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha and paul met nini finally, and when nini saw paul she glared at him (i think it's because she hasn't seen an angmoh before) and ran to him. and then whacked him with a pillow wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMND02k6I/AAAAAAAABAE/wjDMgsG7v80/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070011067761333154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMND02k6I/AAAAAAAABAE/wjDMgsG7v80/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, an uncomfortable nini, nini's mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMNT02k7I/AAAAAAAABAM/lspv_hrmt7E/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070011072056300466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMNT02k7I/AAAAAAAABAM/lspv_hrmt7E/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sold out and my auntie managed to get the bag T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMNz02k8I/AAAAAAAABAU/07O2NALYu9w/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070011080646235074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxMNz02k8I/AAAAAAAABAU/07O2NALYu9w/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can spot nini's bag u need therapy wtf. yeah it's hers ok she carried it around wherever she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday wong pui san!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh during her birthday i jumped into her family photo (i thought she said 'come in' wat! T____T) and she said i'm wong tze ching wtf. her birthday was held at kl tower and this is a conversation in the car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after several wrong turnings*&lt;br /&gt;me: pugin why you don't know the way to kl tower!&lt;br /&gt;pugin: i don't know kl that well ok! subang and pj i know very well&lt;br /&gt;me: shit you la next time when we get married then you don't know how to go to the place how! huh huh huh!&lt;br /&gt;pugin: shit you la you want someone who can fetch you everywhere and knows all the ways you go marry taxi driver la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUYz02k9I/AAAAAAAABAc/2fVzY3tC5ts/s1600-h/Image(1400).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020065717818322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUYz02k9I/AAAAAAAABAc/2fVzY3tC5ts/s320/Image(1400).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metallic pony T____________T yala no one ask u to look at my face ok wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUZz02k-I/AAAAAAAABAk/7al_kSAMFq0/s1600-h/Image(1399).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020082897687522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUZz02k-I/AAAAAAAABAk/7al_kSAMFq0/s320/Image(1399).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk so much i leave you for taxi driver ok wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUaT02k_I/AAAAAAAABAs/K7HkpxjwSeo/s1600-h/Image(1397).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070020091487622130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxUaT02k_I/AAAAAAAABAs/K7HkpxjwSeo/s320/Image(1397).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was camwhoring then suddenly the traffic light turned green so this was the outcome hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the end bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-9204612507862677670?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/9204612507862677670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/9204612507862677670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/bbq-pui-sans-birthday-others.html' title='BBQ + Pui San&apos;s Birthday + Others'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlxIID02kxI/AAAAAAAAA-8/JqWaqdaqPnE/s72-c/DSCF1747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4368165580968484693</id><published>2007-05-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:34:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you haven't cared about my life for the past 20 years &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;then don't fucking pretend you know what i've been dealing with and what's going on.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;because you have no fucking idea &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;none of you do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i don't need your help nor do i need you worrying over me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;because why start now when you could've done it years and years ago?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;always being second best doesn't faze me. being the one to be blamed for everything doesn't irk me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;what kills me is the fact that you don't know anything about my fucking life but you still have your own baseless opinions about why things happen to me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;fuck off. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-4368165580968484693?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4368165580968484693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4368165580968484693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/ifyouhaventcaredaboutmylifeforthepast20.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3237195672068489757</id><published>2007-05-24T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T23:32:23.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visas</title><content type='html'>edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlWhsD02klI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VgBxV7Xr0wE/s1600-h/betterql4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlWhsD02klI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VgBxV7Xr0wE/s320/betterql4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068134733988663890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam is soooo sweet! T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been very busy the past few days. kononnya supposed to spend more time with pugin but end up going places to do my visa and to give things to my selltrade people, plus had to move out of my semenyih house. luckily i had the least things to shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't even done my visa yet because i don't have the original forms and forgot to take passport sized photo wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to hartamas to get aud's belly button pierced! i want to get a tattoo T_____T it took me so long to finally decide on what i want! i contemplated flowers, butterfly, fairy, err black pattern thingamajig and at long last i thought what else better to mark on myself than my only obsession: myself? wtf. so imma tattoo the chinese character of my name wtf. qin btw. piano ok i'm very musical. just ask my grade 8 piano certificate and my failed diploma wtf. and when i finally set my heart on a pattern pugin had to disallow! he said he would use a kikir parut and kikis my epidermis off WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so anyway while aud was getting her belly button pierced i had to hold her hand while she laid on the bed. haha when the human came with the forceps and all preparing her for the pierce she gripped my palm tightly and after the girl went away she heaved a sigh of relief. then i said oi haven't pierce yet la wtf. and when the real thing with a needle and all came stupid aud crushed all the bones in my fingers and dug into my palm with her 10 inch long fingernails! stupid! after the ordeal was over i said 'let me go let me go let me go!' but she still refused to because she thought i was joking wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh don't ask her in her blog ah her parents dunno wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pictures la cuz i damn lazy to put on foundation in the afternoon which usually is ok for me but i duno why i got pimples on my forehead now! stupid exams i hate u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the previous episode yes i'm still extremely pissed off. but i'm really very surprised at how some people can still stand by their friends even when the truth is staring so blandly at their faces. i mean maybe if my friend did something as wrong as this, i won't stop befriending said person but i would definitely not still dare to come defend her la. another thing i simply cannot comprehend is how some people will never ever realize their mistakes, seriously. come on la, the truth is there ady, with proof and all, SOME MORE can stand there and say 'no i didn't do it' or 'whatever la you wanna accuse just accuse all you want'. crazy psychopath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV7mT02kfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/WubXpsL6TFA/s1600-h/n660100531_468958_2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV7mT02kfI/AAAAAAAAA8s/WubXpsL6TFA/s320/n660100531_468958_2865.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068092853762560498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podium at maison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV7mj02kgI/AAAAAAAAA80/l-505OPosMs/s1600-h/n570110458_440930_7229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV7mj02kgI/AAAAAAAAA80/l-505OPosMs/s320/n570110458_440930_7229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068092858057527810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suet me yeah i know i look like i OD-ed on bronzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV7nD02khI/AAAAAAAAA88/TzU6cYp8gyg/s1600-h/n570110458_440933_4772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV7nD02khI/AAAAAAAAA88/TzU6cYp8gyg/s320/n570110458_440933_4772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068092866647462418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about two seconds before this picture was taken i was talking to suet when jam suddenly said 'eh tze look here' wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV-XD02kiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/zMa12syOhyA/s1600-h/DSCF1725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV-XD02kiI/AAAAAAAAA9E/zMa12syOhyA/s320/DSCF1725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095890304438818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey was talking so much nonsense in the car that suet and i wanted to tape her mouth shut wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV-XT02kjI/AAAAAAAAA9M/-bcI10WrzS0/s1600-h/DSCF1729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV-XT02kjI/AAAAAAAAA9M/-bcI10WrzS0/s320/DSCF1729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095894599406130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my schoolteacher dress wtf. i swear it looks nice in real life ok i turned heads in wisma mca wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV-Xz02kkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oABYijctLQc/s1600-h/DSCF1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlV-Xz02kkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oABYijctLQc/s320/DSCF1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068095903189340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at hartamas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the end bye tomorrow sleepover at my place! =)))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMFG YOU GUYS MUST WATCH THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear sooooo cuteeeee! im gonna teach nini this wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3237195672068489757?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3237195672068489757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3237195672068489757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/visas.html' title='Visas'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlWhsD02klI/AAAAAAAAA9c/VgBxV7Xr0wE/s72-c/betterql4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-5145770237580167770</id><published>2007-05-21T02:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T16:44:38.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Told You So</title><content type='html'>I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok *deep calming breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have been reading my blog regularly you would know that i have been &lt;a href="http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/06/dearest.html"&gt;hacked&lt;/a&gt; a few times by presumably the same person. also the same person &lt;a href="http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/11/plagiarism-ii.html"&gt;plagiarized&lt;/a&gt; my writing! (don't ask me how i discovered her bloody blog la i'm like the greatest stalker ever on earth ok next to aud wtf. that's why we're co presidents wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came to the conclusion that it was her because errr.. okay i kinda forgot but it had something to do with her impersonating my ex boyfriend on msn! she created a new account and led me to believe it was him and then tried to talk nicely to me wtf. called me sweetie dear and darling WTF. i KNEW that was weird! where got people so sick wan! then this once i posted some fictional story in my blog, something about going back to my previous lover or something like that and then that cibai feller go say 'oh were u talking about me' WTF. and a lot of things more la tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ask me, why didn't i see through it? BECAUSE WHY ON EARTH WOULD I EVEN FOR A MOMENT THINK THAT SHE'S NOT HIM? WHY WOULD I THINK THAT A GIRLFRIEND WOULD GO TO SUCH MEASURES TO FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON BETWEEN HER BF AND HIS EX GIRLFRIEND! (who dated in form 2 i must add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to find out when my ex boyfriend called me, saying have i been talking to a xxxxxx2006 wtf. i said ya wasn't that you? and he said no i think it's *****&lt;insert&gt;. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la this one i can overlook, and even forgive la. i mean after all we're all women and it's just a matter of insecurity hmm no biggie! it's okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i began to notice weird things. like how my msn will sign out by itself. and how my mails would have been read wtf. and then i started changing all my passwords but that ORANG YANG TIDAK BERTAMADUN changed everything before i did. so i lost my msn, my original yahoomail which i've had since i was 13, and my gmail. and almost lost my friendster. speaking of which that immature little bitch (no i'm not above calling names now that i have proof) went and add 19283012 people to my list and put my password as slutbitch. ya ya *rolls eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how did she hack me? no la you think what she's a computer whiz meh? geez as if! if any of you know me in real life you would know that i'm not fake (to a certain extent), i'm superbly honest in the sense that i talk without thinking so i often say whatever i feel like saying, and i don't make good first impressions. soooooo my password was my boyfriend's name (yala i damn smart ok but how in the world would i know someone out there was just waiting to hack me!) and while that little conniving bitch pretended to be my close friend aka ex boyfriend i might have mentioned something like 'oh i even use pugin's name as all my password!' in passing. really not surprising ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME HOW NOT TO BE ANGRY! HOW! pfffftttt. nevermind. i wasn't 100 percent sure it was her yet so fine i put that episode past me and was ready to move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOOO she just had to plagiarize my writing. and took what i wrote for my FATHER, no less. wtf how dare she take something so close to heart and when i wrote that i really felt very sad and all ok that creature just took it and used it like it's her own! fuck off la go take some english lessons la if you can't write macibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay fine nevermind. all's over is over okay and i have no proof THEN so too bad la. just swallow it only lor what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you ask me why is she doing this to me? beats me la but i have an inkling that it's her psychotic tendencies wtf. and don't ask me how i know this but she has been telling her friends i want to come in between her and my ex boyfriend. HELLO? DO YOU NOT KNOW ME? the last thing on earth i would do is go after someone else's guy WHEN I HAVE PUGIN. because if you know me and have seen the way pugin and me act around each other (pushing each other's heads and pugin making faces everytime i talk too much and pugin telling people ALL my embarrassing stories and basically being in love for far too long wtf) you would be so surprised your eyebrows would have been permanently lodged inside your hairline and not come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok you want to see proof? it might not mean anything to you guys because some of you might go like 'oh she could have done it herself' but it means a lot to me, knowing i did not falsely accuse someone all this while, knowing i was right and that my instinct can be trusted, knowing that i wasn't the bad one.. you have no idea how liberated i feel right now. DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT ANGRY. one can be liberated and still angry ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok wait a while for jolene the photoshop queen to censor a bit here and there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta daaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlCjFj02keI/AAAAAAAAA8k/HjzXcfbbxF8/s1600-h/cibai+hacker.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066728896703402466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlCjFj02keI/AAAAAAAAA8k/HjzXcfbbxF8/s320/cibai+hacker.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously click to enlarge la &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay anyway i shall explain the picture. do you see my picture? yeah that's MY xanga account which has the same password as all my accounts. the comment read:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'hey babe glad that your perception on clubbing has changed =)&lt;br /&gt;and i look really horrible in all the pictures with you =('&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i had no idea this blog existed, and obviously i couldn't have meant me looking ugly in the pictures right. ya so guess who wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and she had the cheek to ask her friend to cover her fucking ass by saying i tak tau malu or something of that sort by saying that which you will know when you scroll down which you cant and i damn lazy to print screen again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and i also know for a fact that she asks her friends to come flame me wtf. tsk eh friends, i hope that after reading this post and seeing what she's capable of you will be of sound mind and realize that you're on a criminal's side ok. and by law, that makes you an accomplice and i can have you arrested wtf. yala didn't you know hacking and plagiarizing is a crime punishable by law which the criminal gets sentenced to jail and hopefully about 50 strokes of the cane each day wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok i'm gonna go bathe with my satsuma shower gel now to calm down. good night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;edit: she's the girl on the left btw so don't go around shooting evil glances at the owner of the blog, i absolutely do not mind people throwing rotten eggs or showering her with pebbles wtf. so long as it's the correct person wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-5145770237580167770?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5145770237580167770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5145770237580167770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-told-you-so.html' title='I Told You So'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RlCjFj02keI/AAAAAAAAA8k/HjzXcfbbxF8/s72-c/cibai+hacker.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7585045516704991179</id><published>2007-05-19T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T01:15:10.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maison</title><content type='html'>Okay the pictures are all jumbled up and in a very weird order so i don't really know how to caption them sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maisons was fun and lilin was given a temporary membership which expires within 7 hours wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la i am in no mood to blog i'm already damn sleepy and i do not know why so i'm just gonna caption the pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Y2z02kcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KldTiuOkQ7c/s1600-h/DSCF1582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943591998099906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Y2z02kcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KldTiuOkQ7c/s320/DSCF1582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suet, me at darus post clubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Y2z02kdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fO2qDPpcCmc/s1600-h/DSCF1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943591998099922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Y2z02kdI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fO2qDPpcCmc/s320/DSCF1583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, lilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YZz02kXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Wsj3ubIZlXk/s1600-h/DSCF1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943093781893490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YZz02kXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Wsj3ubIZlXk/s320/DSCF1562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suet lilin me outside maison, taking a breather. when i stood up from that high chair i could feel my back aching. this is not good, i'm ageing so quickly wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YaD02kYI/AAAAAAAAA70/-cPheza3Ei4/s1600-h/DSCF1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943098076860802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YaD02kYI/AAAAAAAAA70/-cPheza3Ei4/s320/DSCF1564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am confused to whether that's bronzer or sweat on my cheek. and why lilin's eyes half closed! blinded by my beauty wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YaD02kZI/AAAAAAAAA78/pxCKidllUo8/s1600-h/DSCF1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943098076860818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YaD02kZI/AAAAAAAAA78/pxCKidllUo8/s320/DSCF1567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four of us fitted nicely into the picture! why does everyone look so sweaty except cibai audrey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YaT02kaI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NKsrCjwae-o/s1600-h/DSCF1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943102371828130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3YaT02kaI/AAAAAAAAA8E/NKsrCjwae-o/s320/DSCF1574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, lilin and aud at darus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Yaj02kbI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_9e0H4E7oU0/s1600-h/DSCF1575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065943106666795442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Yaj02kbI/AAAAAAAAA8M/_9e0H4E7oU0/s320/DSCF1575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud, suet and me, still at darus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Wdj02kTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/QrpPILOZ4GM/s1600-h/DSCF1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940959183147314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Wdj02kTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/QrpPILOZ4GM/s320/DSCF1550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh look at my hair and audrey's cat eyes and is that suet's knee wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Wdz02kUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/uAqi04PAqzk/s1600-h/DSCF1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940963478114626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Wdz02kUI/AAAAAAAAA7U/uAqi04PAqzk/s320/DSCF1553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA AUDREY HAHAAHAHHA lilin's eyes can laugh! actually suet also looks funny la but audrey looks damn sohai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Wdz02kVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Whb5nS24xZo/s1600-h/DSCF1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940963478114642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Wdz02kVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/Whb5nS24xZo/s320/DSCF1555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside maison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3WeT02kWI/AAAAAAAAA7k/OXjirgEs0h8/s1600-h/DSCF1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940972068049250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3WeT02kWI/AAAAAAAAA7k/OXjirgEs0h8/s320/DSCF1557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err outside maison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and the best picture ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3WdD02kSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wZiZ1yUX-7I/s1600-h/DSCF1543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065940950593212706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3WdD02kSI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wZiZ1yUX-7I/s320/DSCF1543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my love! *looks at picture admiringly* why are we so pretty why ah why ah wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok more pics from aud's camera up next post cuz i'm so knackered (fuiyoh british wtf) and i wanna bathe, put mask and sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and my new selltrade page! &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/selltrade_kl/499812.html"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7585045516704991179?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7585045516704991179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7585045516704991179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/maison.html' title='Maison'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rk3Y2z02kcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/KldTiuOkQ7c/s72-c/DSCF1582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3899403451485370871</id><published>2007-05-17T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T02:14:42.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Dinner</title><content type='html'>On the day our exams finish, we had a farewell dinner for all our classmates and lecturers at The Curve. I went to do my hair and makeup specially for this day and it really looks like anything i'm capable of save for the eyeshadow, it was gorgeous! the pictures really do not do it justice (sorry la my camera 4.0 megapixels only). due to lack of sleep and the amount of stress i had on my shoulders for the past 3 weeks (which less than half was spent studying, i spent most of it living in guilt about not studying wtf) i did not go out with a decent outfit and proper makeup on for such a loonnngggg time. i get grumpy when i'm shabby. (read: ugly clothes and no makeup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken during the dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkMj02kII/AAAAAAAAA50/Au59-r_M_7U/s1600-h/DSC02859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkMj02kII/AAAAAAAAA50/Au59-r_M_7U/s320/DSC02859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065111635358027906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting my makeup done. i had the trademark shu uemura look: excellent play of eyemakeup colours, muted cheeks and lip gloss. i loveeeeeddd it (everyone knows i'm big on eyemakeup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkND02kJI/AAAAAAAAA58/Hpcuicg11Go/s1600-h/DSC02861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkND02kJI/AAAAAAAAA58/Hpcuicg11Go/s320/DSC02861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065111643947962514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jojo *slurps* i damn sad wan ok walk with her! me and aud were walking behind her, and after 3 or 4 men gawped at her in the span of 2 minutes (this was before she had really good makeup on) while turning away when looking at us our self esteems couldnt take it wtf. jojo i am divorcing you wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkPT02kMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/BpETrexrNHs/s1600-h/DSC02871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkPT02kMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/BpETrexrNHs/s320/DSC02871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065111682602668226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my best friends *beams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkNz02kKI/AAAAAAAAA6E/5anfNsdAVnc/s1600-h/DSC02866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkNz02kKI/AAAAAAAAA6E/5anfNsdAVnc/s320/DSC02866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065111656832864418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaeshin, me, my chemistry lecturer and lilin. i have pictures with other lecturers but i look like 10kinds of shit there *heaves long sigh again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkOj02kLI/AAAAAAAAA6M/J0PjIOiQpcE/s1600-h/DSC02867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkOj02kLI/AAAAAAAAA6M/J0PjIOiQpcE/s320/DSC02867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065111669717766322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friend paul *big shiny eyes* he damn sohai la he was all 'take a picture of me with my toothpick! *grins proudly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-IT02kNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Mz4qxNYr-Xo/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-IT02kNI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Mz4qxNYr-Xo/s320/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065210518390083794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, if you cover the left side of my face i think i could pass off as pretty. *big sigh* dr billa btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-JD02kOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9EWCnzqbO6M/s1600-h/DSC02874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-JD02kOI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9EWCnzqbO6M/s320/DSC02874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065210531274985698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jojo whose makeup was stunning. i got my makeup done at the same place as her! (so so so what's the continuation of this sentence?!?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-Jj02kPI/AAAAAAAAA6s/CtcQVjic2c4/s1600-h/DSC02875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-Jj02kPI/AAAAAAAAA6s/CtcQVjic2c4/s320/DSC02875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065210539864920306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Z, the best lab technician and friend *big smile* (you may think it's because he calls me professor pang which i wrote on my labcoat but it's not ok! it's because he's genuinely a super nice person. i don't like my french lecturer anymore because he's racist to mr z hmph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-Kj02kQI/AAAAAAAAA60/w1GXXjwPOFw/s1600-h/DSC02882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-Kj02kQI/AAAAAAAAA60/w1GXXjwPOFw/s320/DSC02882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065210557044789506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, liling. the rest of the pictures in my camera are all of me in this same angle, smile, and pose. so no need to put here la wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think once upon a time i knew how to smile without flashing 120938102 teeth. that was before pugin told me that my mouth is damn big then now i super paranoid ady. here's a conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: why you eat my mouth!&lt;br /&gt;pugin: yala to make it smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-LD02kRI/AAAAAAAAA68/_1W40gn5wHM/s1600-h/DSC02897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rks-LD02kRI/AAAAAAAAA68/_1W40gn5wHM/s320/DSC02897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065210565634724114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my super nice eyebrows T_____________T and eyemakeup which you cannot see la wtf. stop focusing on other parts of my face and look at the eyebrows only! the lady is a genius she can shape my very unshapable eyebrows into this T_T and their eyebrow pencil seriously damn good! and she's not that kind who would promote her items kau kau, she used mac's gel eyeliner on me (im not telling which lady because people might mengadu to her supervisor wtf). and she listens to exactly what i want without being too know-it-all-like, and told me honestly whether their products were good or not (cuz i kinda told her i wanted to buy stuff cuz damn long never spend money ady wtf). and she told me not to buy stuff i already have and stuff i don't need even though i said i want their eyeliner! stupid shiseido lady made me buy the eyeliner which smudges within half an hour wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update with more pictures when i get them from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow The Club &amp;amp; Friends are going to Maison, see you guys there! *blows kisses to fans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3899403451485370871?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3899403451485370871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3899403451485370871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/pre-post.html' title='Farewell Dinner'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkrkMj02kII/AAAAAAAAA50/Au59-r_M_7U/s72-c/DSC02859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4987801181159953398</id><published>2007-05-11T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T01:31:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelab Itu wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSjOBSvUYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/M0LFUgx0no4/s1600-h/he+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSjOBSvUYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/M0LFUgx0no4/s320/he+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063351342331810178" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aud&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh2hSvUTI/AAAAAAAAA48/kBU0u-tHqF8/s1600-h/he+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh2hSvUTI/AAAAAAAAA48/kBU0u-tHqF8/s320/he+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063349839093256498" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tze&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh2xSvUUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fX5rusjnVo4/s1600-h/he+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh2xSvUUI/AAAAAAAAA5E/fX5rusjnVo4/s320/he+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063349843388223810" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;suet&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSndhSvUZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/gjpVzuUkNvw/s1600-h/he+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSndhSvUZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/gjpVzuUkNvw/s320/he+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063356006666293650" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course jiameei! (who refused to take pictures because she didn't have makeup on so i am forced to put up this excuse of a picture look at me omg)&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh2xSvUVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iEg9ILXL37Q/s1600-h/he+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh2xSvUVI/AAAAAAAAA5M/iEg9ILXL37Q/s320/he+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063349843388223826" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;suet, tze (why my eyes like that T____T and why my face so fat T____T)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh3BSvUWI/AAAAAAAAA5U/p40XEoPccbU/s1600-h/he+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh3BSvUWI/AAAAAAAAA5U/p40XEoPccbU/s320/he+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063349847683191138" /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i tried to choose a good shot of the 3 of us but this is the best of me la so fuck it but the both of them look nice&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;haha i was supposed to pick aud and suet at 1130 but ended up reaching at 1207 wtf. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;then we passed some fitness err booth and we all wanted to see how much fats we had.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh3RSvUXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/79oi4PerFV0/s1600-h/he+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSh3RSvUXI/AAAAAAAAA5c/79oi4PerFV0/s320/he+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063349851978158450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;me with pugin's mom's shoes staring at the woman with my mouth agape, and aud's fats being measured&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkRf9hSvUCI/AAAAAAAAA20/x0RiAQokjzg/s1600-h/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkRf9hSvUCI/AAAAAAAAA20/x0RiAQokjzg/s320/DSC02851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063277391584907298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i got this! see i'm not lying when i say i'm 42kg ok *ignores the 0.5 at the end* i was so paranoid that my weighing machine at home was faulty and i was deluding myself so i ordered jiameei and aud to turn away while they weighed me wtf. and the stupid idiots turned away for about a nanosecond and when i looked behind they were looking at me again wtf. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oh and if you enlarge the paper you can see that the ideal weight for my height (and i suppose body bones blabla) is 50 kg HELL WILL FREEZE OVER IF I LET MYSELF BE 50 KG OK. 44kg is my limit wtf. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkRf8xSvUBI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5IWj0qCb0Qk/s1600-h/DSC02856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkRf8xSvUBI/AAAAAAAAA2s/5IWj0qCb0Qk/s320/DSC02856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063277378700005394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;my apron top&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;after that i dragged the two of them (suet had to work) to miss selfridge and while i was in the dressing room, i heard audrey saying 'i can see you from here!', so i yanked the curtain open and saw her talking to the dressing room opposite me wtf. damn embarrassing ok the girl made eye contact with her through the mirror some more hahahah! stupid aud had to hide in my dressing room until the girl left wtf. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;okay back to studying, one more paper *chants&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-4987801181159953398?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4987801181159953398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4987801181159953398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/kelab-itu-wtf.html' title='Kelab Itu wtf'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RkSjOBSvUYI/AAAAAAAAA5k/M0LFUgx0no4/s72-c/he+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8238168737626725595</id><published>2007-05-11T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:55:47.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Club</title><content type='html'>The Club's first official meeting (after recruiting JiaMeei) tomorrow at Sunway Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we would like to keep a low profile and not sign autographs for anyone ok wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm contemplating not going because i forgot to bring any shoes save for a pink pair of flip flops i always wear during exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus you will not believe how disgusting i look after sleeping for less than 4 hours each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have pimples T_________________T i stopped breaking out continously after i turned 16 T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met minli today and it was the most fun i've had in a long time. some things never do change, and min li is indeed one of my most loved people ever. haha we were telling racist jokes (aiyah get a sense of humour la if i can laugh at myself for having fat ankles and being flat and having the widest mouth on planet earth upon laughing you should be able to laugh at everything else) and competing to see whose joke is funnier wtf. and then when i told my joke she claimed that she probably told me that joke wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i might be going alexis tomorrow night as well.. if my conscience doesn't kill me that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big thank you for those in the house, i would have never gone through the past few days without you guys. pui san, eilyn and lilin. you know i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing before i go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my previous post was about true friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a friend is sad, you try your best to make her gain perspective and tell her that things aren't as bad as they seem, and that she still has friends there for her although it might not seem like that. you're supposed to say something along the lines of, sometimes all you have to do is reach out and there will be someone willing to take your hand isn't it? like if you have troubles how would someone know if you don't tell them? and if you say yeah a good enough friend would notice but everyone is very busy and let's face it, people are very preoccupied with their own matters, what more if you don't see each other right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but noooooo, some people find joy in feeding a friend's insecurities by telling her stuff which she herself came up with, without any basis whatsoever. hah not to mention coming with an accomplice so that it wouldn't seem all that suspicious or whatever, i dont know how twisted minds work really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i really give it to you. it's either you're really good at brainwashing, or he wasn't really a good enough friend to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do i know? i'm just a girl who forms simple friendships from the heart. very much unlike you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-8238168737626725595?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8238168737626725595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8238168737626725595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/club.html' title='The Club'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7408708678678574907</id><published>2007-05-05T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:23:53.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends exist to stop you from making an irrational and unnecessary purchase, and to see details you yourself forget to see:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Serene Liew Suet Li says:&lt;br/&gt;eh the dress nice on tht model! but on its own like not so nice&lt;br/&gt;Serene Liew Suet Li says:&lt;br/&gt;Can fit high waist approx : 26”- 28.5"&lt;br/&gt;Serene Liew Suet Li says:&lt;br/&gt;U DEFINITELY CANT!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friends exist to remind you to go for an exam you have no idea about:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just in case you dont know, your exam is at 11.15am 3rd may but registration is at 11. i hope you know that already. (li-lynn, in a text to me because she KNEW i didnt know haha)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Friends exist to make you feel missed and loved:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hey honey, i'm back! (minli, a text which was followed by almost 2 hours of endless chattering on the phone about.. everything)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i only ask for one time to meet up during your exams *insert crying emoticon here* (audrey, on knowing my exams will still be going on after she comes back)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i love you girls. for always having my back and for always looking out for me. for knowing the worst of me yet assuming the best of me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i love my pugin too for putting up with a vomiting diarrhoea-ing feverish me. and feeding me haha. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i am so gonna miss everyone when i leave T__________T&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;*edit*&lt;br/&gt;i was thinking to myself, the british are quite polite right? so in malaysia when mothers take care of their daughters somehow or other they have to refer to the girl's petpet right? &lt;br/&gt;i mean like wash your petpet or something or other!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so i was asking paul and nicki how do their parents refer to their genitals as!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and nicki told me &lt;i&gt;bottom&lt;/i&gt;! wtf why bottom! bottom is backside ok after the kid get confused how!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ok the end byebye&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7408708678678574907?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7408708678678574907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7408708678678574907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/05/friends-exist-to-stop-you-from-making.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-548609891520107604</id><published>2007-04-30T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T18:51:27.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Why Am I So Hiao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RjXIjBzFe8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/jP9gpeXUd0s/s1600-h/976302069l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RjXIjBzFe8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/jP9gpeXUd0s/s320/976302069l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059170260524301250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will not be blogging until after exams. (yeah right wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUS WAN OK i will not blog until may15th! eh or is it may 12th wtf. when do exams finish ah can anyone tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously seriously serious ok. don't ask me to blog. in fact i'm gonna ask pugin to change my password and not tell me so i can't blog. as you can see i am very resolutely resolute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even stopped watching dalja's spring (well that's because my internet connection is down but you did not need to know that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my studies damn interesting ok! *lies to self* did you know that heroin will be converted into morphine in the brain? and that barbiturates (phenobarbital which was supposed to be used to put the black guy to sleep in desperate housewives) is actually used for panic and ocd? and i explained to pugin what caused parkinson's and how to treat it yesterday i'm so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la it's not that interesting but compared to what they made us study last semester this is very much nicer ok. (considering i haven't yet studied for the other two subjects wtf) last semester i was supposed to study 4 major topics and ended up reading 2 only wtf. while lilin was busy slaving away i told her 'fuck it la imma sleep' (although i havent finished studying) and went to sleep on her couch. i need someone to instill kiasu-ness in me, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la bye have a nice week without me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-548609891520107604?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/548609891520107604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/548609891520107604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-why-am-i-so-hiao.html' title='God Why Am I So Hiao'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RjXIjBzFe8I/AAAAAAAAA2k/jP9gpeXUd0s/s72-c/976302069l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1919927760402239388</id><published>2007-04-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:53:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me For A Reason.</title><content type='html'>i haven't seen her for 2 days, and i really miss her because she has been with me for the past week, almost 24/7 save sleeping time. she even follows me when i go pee wtf.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;when she got out of the car and saw me, she ran towards me saying 'ah bi jie jie!' very happily, even with her parents around (cuz usually when her parents are there she disregards me hmph and clings on to her parents. well because they always go travelling la i don't blame her).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;did you miss me?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;got! &lt;/i&gt;she chirps happily and held my face in her hands. and she pulled me into the house saying 'i wanna go upstairs!'&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;at times like this i know i will never love anyone as much as i love this prancing little toddler, who will probably forget all about me when i leave anyway.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;how can i explain how does it feel to be wanted by someone with no intentions at all? to be the first person she looks to for comfort. and if someone hurts me (like how my mom hits me just to gauge her reaction) she'll look at my mom beneath her lashes (which are like really long i'm jealous) and pout and then nanoseconds later hit her back wtf. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;to tell me 'don't go to school ah bi jiejie!' simply because she wants me to be with her all the time. who looks to me everytime she does something wonderful. who just listens to me and chooses &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; out of 102389021 people who love her to bits.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i've always wondered how it felt like to have your own child. i guess now i'm halfway there. ;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(to poh seik: oh and the other day my dad told my mom that whenever nini pouts or gets unhappy she has an uncanny resemblance to me when i was a toddler. same temperament haha. i guess she &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; turn out a bit like me after all! hahaha =p)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1919927760402239388?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1919927760402239388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1919927760402239388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-me-for-reason.html' title='Love Me For A Reason.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-889891237048204053</id><published>2007-04-25T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T13:05:22.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facebook Photos</title><content type='html'>So i found a few long-forgotten shots of me on FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one i remember but which i'm too embarrassed of to post up. people should really not be allowed to take pictures when they've only had 2 hours of sleep (i'm exaggerating) and zero makeup on plus when they're so tired my point is when they don't look good la ok! plus i'm only barely photogenic with makeup what makes you think i'll look remotely fine without T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFewI/AAAAAAAAA1E/rB9UAjuPMpI/s1600-h/n199703496_32891126_7723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFewI/AAAAAAAAA1E/rB9UAjuPMpI/s320/n199703496_32891126_7723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057226817887632130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i *think* i have this one... but fuck it la my makeup looks nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFexI/AAAAAAAAA1M/JU-F_AuxZnc/s1600-h/n199703694_32245936_1671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFexI/AAAAAAAAA1M/JU-F_AuxZnc/s320/n199703694_32245936_1671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057226817887632146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni christmas dinner! ok although i'm flat i'm not thissss flat ok it was the angle T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFeyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/YuRCrFgGpRs/s1600-h/n505535973_41833_948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFeyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/YuRCrFgGpRs/s320/n505535973_41833_948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057226817887632162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni, lilin looks so good here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7hABzFezI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rH4-Hpw25xI/s1600-h/n505535973_41835_2872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7hABzFezI/AAAAAAAAA1c/rH4-Hpw25xI/s320/n505535973_41835_2872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057226822182599474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to facebook stalking whee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-889891237048204053?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/889891237048204053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/889891237048204053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-facebook-photos.html' title='Random Facebook Photos'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Ri7g_xzFewI/AAAAAAAAA1E/rB9UAjuPMpI/s72-c/n199703496_32891126_7723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-5108452743154716286</id><published>2007-04-22T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T05:38:02.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my days damn eventful ok yesterday i had steamboat dinner! with all my &lt;3&gt;&lt;br/&gt;jiameei was supposed to come with litat but she brought suet. and their plan to surprise me failed because litat's car alarm went off right in front of my house and refused to shut up. damn noisy ok my neighbours came out to look wtf. i was so desperate to make it shut up that i called err a certain someone. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and today i spent the whole day with nini! she clings onto me and refuses to let me leave the house! she would hide my wallet and handphone and my clothes wtf. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i really need to study hmm. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;should i go on a picnic tomorrow? jiameei asked and i'm in a dilemma because i hate the sun. plus what does anyone wear to a picnic anyway? i have a summer dress (my definition of one anyway) but i just wore it the other day to her birthday so i can't wear it again sigh. why does god put me in such hard situations! is this some sort of test to my shopping abilities! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so should i or should i not ah? maybe i can put together some really cool picnic outfit. u know, headband and shorts and all. like the 70s. and carry around an umbrella with me so i won't have to get dark. and i know some of you might be saying 'who puts makeup on a picnic!' well i do. because i'm tze ching and everyone knows i look like crap without makeup. *fishes for compliments&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;anyways! i'm rambling because it's 4.30 in the morning and seeing as i just had coffee not too long ago i doubt i would be able to sleep.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;maybe i should go try on all my clothes and shoes. or line up my shoes and start taking pictures of them all like becky bloomwood! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oh i just surfed around and i think i've found the perfect haircut for me. straightened hair, barely-skims-the-shoulders length. dyed, of course. but not ideal also cuz i have to leave ady and i would sooner kill myself before spending 30 pounds on a haircut when i can buy a pair of shoes with it. in msia also i cut my hair less than twice a year ok! only like once before cny usually and that's because my mom makes me do it. there all her fault la make drycut ruin my hair. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ohhh and we have a new member of The Club (tentatively la not finalized yet because we wanna make her do stupid things first wtf). Jia Meei is unofficially a member (official when aud meets her la ok). and when i told pugin about this he said i'm still small cuz still play club here club there T_T why my own boyfriend! girls need to belong ok wtf.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i dont know what got into me but there are 2 pimples materializing near my eye. and one at my forehead i don't wanna live anymore. what have i done to deserve this! so to rectify it (because big red bumps cannot be covered by concealer speaking of which cyber color's is pretty good and it's not expensive! covers up my dark eye circles really well and i heard pimple scars also la but i dont have pimple scars so cannot really judge yet, but covers dark eye circles like.. better than mac and ysl's acclaimed touche eclat) i pressed it with the erm. metal thingie which has one hole at the end and one err.. sharp thingie at the other end. and applied pimple cream... which then got into my eye HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST damn painful! but i applied my pharmacy knowledge to good use and washed with water a few times without panicking hoho i'm so smart. some more a few hours ago i poked a chipped nail into my nose and it bled. a few minutes later i did the same thing and it bled again. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;sigh i'll probably delete this entry when i am sane enough to see reason. good night.&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;oh and has anyone ever read fiona walker's red letter day? it's a short story, so if you have the time do check it out because it reduced me to tears within minutes. very very heartbreaking.&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/10008105-5108452743154716286?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5108452743154716286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5108452743154716286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/mydaysdamneventfulokyesterdayihadsteamb.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3745015866590670532</id><published>2007-04-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T04:49:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Friends</title><content type='html'>WTF why are my friends all so kiasu! get low then create multiple accounts just to get higher! what is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the record my real friends are paul (*wet eyes) and lilin ok! (a staggering 80 percent! without cheating! and chuisan comes in a close err third with 70!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest not counted cuz all redo wan wtf. pohseik also quite good la never see me for such a long time ady still can score 60! and i think he's the only one who answered favourite part of my body right without cheating (except pugin of course)! *big shiny eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ahem i shall reveal the true answers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first bf, aged 14 ie form 2&lt;br /&gt;greatest failure in life with true repentance, dated a creep (for 3 and a half years no less, what can i say, i'm faithful wtf)&lt;br /&gt;greatest love of my life, nini (sorry la pugin she has been in my life for 1 year more than you ok!)&lt;br /&gt;favourite drink, coke (if you all cannot answer where can!)&lt;br /&gt;favourite part of my body, butt la! hair now so ugly ady! if last time then ya la wtf.&lt;br /&gt;most talked about part of body... is there no mystery left in this world!&lt;br /&gt;none if these insults affect me except, being called fat la duh. ugly doesn't bother me cuz i know they're lying wtf&lt;br /&gt;brother has a degree in, actuarial science&lt;br /&gt;my mom is exactly like me, no joke&lt;br /&gt;i call pugin pugin because he said that was his name when talking to audrey and suet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the end! sorry ah no pictures but i went to bangsar to shop yesterday! some retail therapy so i got motivation to study and i bought very nice stuffs including a top which looks like an apron! but i love it so there. and pugin thinks it looks like an apron too but he also likes it! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit: burger and a bigggggg cup of coke at 4.49am. i'm gonna have to pay for this in the morning =/ pugin stop feeding me la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3745015866590670532?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3745015866590670532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3745015866590670532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/true-friends.html' title='True Friends'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3538444274779025540</id><published>2007-04-18T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T01:51:13.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Well Do You Know Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/252379"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/252379/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go take this test and see how well you know me ok! and i didn't ask too personal questions because some i'm not sure of the answers myself wtf. like i prefer mango juice or apple juice? dunno la. or i prefer black or white? vuitton or gucci? shopping or nini? such hard decisions tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i handed up my dissertation T____________T proudest moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok no time to be wasted go do my test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND STUPID NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO ASK ME ANY QUESTIONS WHEN TAKING MY TEST OK GO DIE LA YOU LATAT! I TELL YOU IF YOU FAIL THIS TEST YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HANG OUT WITH ME ANYMORE MARK MY WORDS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3538444274779025540?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3538444274779025540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3538444274779025540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-well-do-you-know-me.html' title='How Well Do You Know Me!'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6574738988817966186</id><published>2007-04-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:23:41.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Just Because You're Older.. Doesn't Mean You Don't Get Hurt.</title><content type='html'>ooh oohh i'm watching a korean drama which is so funny! hahaha when i was over at jiameei's she was laughing like shit and we were rewinding the funny parts over and over again wtf. and the main character (when she was 20) reminds me of stupid audrey! cuz she always misses the bus and accidents always, always happen to her and her only. (ya if you hang out with audrey for one day you'll know what i mean. accidents can even happen when she makes milo with 2 other people wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the beginning they all say the same thing: i'm not like other men, i'm different.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end they all say the same thing too: i'm sorry, but i'm also a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i fought with pugin yesterday over some errr very serious err matters. then! when i called to check on him about 2 hours after we had a shouting match on the phone he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh if you're calling to say sorry just say la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF since when do i say sorry! (ya my ego is super big) and also i'm never wrong ok. never never ever. *nods head vehemently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so basically my point is why does my boyfriend understand me so well *tears wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures from that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX8yI/AAAAAAAAA0M/LpVDdrnaB0o/s1600-h/b84439022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX8yI/AAAAAAAAA0M/LpVDdrnaB0o/s320/b84439022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053638358993466146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because latat literall gave jiameei a rock with a really sweet picture, i said i wanted one too! (cuz i can never ever take candid pictures i look horribly horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX8zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wm-uSQ8D6wA/s1600-h/b84438994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX8zI/AAAAAAAAA0U/wm-uSQ8D6wA/s320/b84438994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053638358993466162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf! i look reasonably alright but why did pugin have to smile like that! spoil my picture! some more with his stupid hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIjsesX83I/AAAAAAAAA00/0LBjIIWapkM/s1600-h/er+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIjsesX83I/AAAAAAAAA00/0LBjIIWapkM/s320/er+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053640978923516786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha i'm so educated wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIjsusX84I/AAAAAAAAA08/zbRauZq92os/s1600-h/er+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIjsusX84I/AAAAAAAAA08/zbRauZq92os/s320/er+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053640983218484098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya one more proof that i'm tzeching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX80I/AAAAAAAAA0c/5GklQxbEuZ8/s1600-h/b84438955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX80I/AAAAAAAAA0c/5GklQxbEuZ8/s320/b84438955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053638358993466178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhUOsX81I/AAAAAAAAA0k/-dvCuy3-F_U/s1600-h/b84439166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhUOsX81I/AAAAAAAAA0k/-dvCuy3-F_U/s320/b84439166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053638363288433490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group picture outside alexis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhUesX82I/AAAAAAAAA0s/cYSzvHzSwVA/s1600-h/er+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhUesX82I/AAAAAAAAA0s/cYSzvHzSwVA/s320/er+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053638367583400802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have friends like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMesX8tI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CCBLkaIUNbw/s1600-h/b84437724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMesX8tI/AAAAAAAAAzk/CCBLkaIUNbw/s320/b84437724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053636031121191634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellip the hippo and nicole who's such a dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMusX8uI/AAAAAAAAAzs/c1bj7DnuLl8/s1600-h/b84438133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMusX8uI/AAAAAAAAAzs/c1bj7DnuLl8/s320/b84438133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053636035416158946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me force feeding a retard wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMusX8vI/AAAAAAAAAz0/psEPRzQLgeM/s1600-h/b84438160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMusX8vI/AAAAAAAAAz0/psEPRzQLgeM/s320/b84438160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053636035416158962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nicole, ya i dont really look like me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMusX8wI/AAAAAAAAAz8/exXj7s2gSQU/s1600-h/b84438333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfMusX8wI/AAAAAAAAAz8/exXj7s2gSQU/s320/b84438333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053636035416158978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn and i! stupid shoes i'm throwing them away cuz they made me slip so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfM-sX8xI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GGWNVvXzQc4/s1600-h/b84438560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIfM-sX8xI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GGWNVvXzQc4/s320/b84438560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053636039711126290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all. now really back to my dissertation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****edit: WTF i spent my whole afternoon pining for dal ja's spring's following episodes to be uploaded on youtube (dunno why my torrent isn't working sheesh! i damn lazy to upload the english subbed one cuz 700+ mb so i dl-ed the chinese subbed one but dunno why not moving! angry!) and now the bugger (ok kidding i appreciate everything you've done! /boo) uploaded 3 episodes! T______________________T goodbye dissertation wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6574738988817966186?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6574738988817966186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6574738988817966186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/yes-just-because-youre-older-doesnt.html' title='Yes, Just Because You&apos;re Older.. Doesn&apos;t Mean You Don&apos;t Get Hurt.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiIhT-sX8yI/AAAAAAAAA0M/LpVDdrnaB0o/s72-c/b84439022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4677913822709759358</id><published>2007-04-13T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:11:25.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But It's Them They Know, Not Me.</title><content type='html'>Off I go to a special dinner for a special someone. (err if you're reading this now which i hope you're not, pretend u dont know ok wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates with pretty pictures when i come back =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH EXAMS IN 2 AND A HALF WEEKS AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT ONE SUBJECT IS ALL ABOUT I HATE YOU NATURAL PRODUCTS AND MEDICINE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND DISSERTATION HAVE TO PASS UP NEXT WEEK WTF WTF *hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why did i have to discover that youtube has chaerim's newest korean drama WITH english subtitles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but i feel less guilty because probably 80 percent of my classmates are in my uni's annual dinner so they arent studying either hohoho. i didn't go because err.. expensive wtf. kote wtf. popo i hope you win miss nottingham!! =))) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****edit: pictures of the night (only mine, and very very filtered cuz something was wrong with my fake eyelashes wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsOsX8jI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mZZNijvimXk/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsOsX8jI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mZZNijvimXk/s320/DSC03311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053234155326272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pugin and fellip. i was trying to take a decent picture and look what he did to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsesX8kI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UFRPV2LXVCk/s1600-h/DSC03313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsesX8kI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UFRPV2LXVCk/s320/DSC03313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053234159621239362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the most wonderful, most caring, most selfless girl i know. i love you to bits and i won't hear of 'no need birthday present' ok! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsusX8lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3dJPau9FhJ0/s1600-h/DSC03316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsusX8lI/AAAAAAAAAyk/3dJPau9FhJ0/s320/DSC03316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053234163916206674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my receding harline and nicole. i forced her to take a picture when she was chewing her food hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxtOsX8mI/AAAAAAAAAys/CNSF-aTO8qQ/s1600-h/DSC03318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxtOsX8mI/AAAAAAAAAys/CNSF-aTO8qQ/s320/DSC03318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053234172506141282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert, lixiu and derlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxtesX8nI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-tAIldWCGME/s1600-h/DSC03323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxtesX8nI/AAAAAAAAAy0/-tAIldWCGME/s320/DSC03323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053234176801108594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i look damn fugly here but HAHAHAH LOOK AT PUGIN'S HAIR HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S SITTING FOR A 1900 PORTRAIT HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1p-sX8pI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2dcgVAnctnU/s1600-h/DSC03327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1p-sX8pI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2dcgVAnctnU/s320/DSC03327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053238514718077586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'come come take picture of me!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1qOsX8qI/AAAAAAAAAzM/4UJeCWTWyCE/s1600-h/DSC03329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1qOsX8qI/AAAAAAAAAzM/4UJeCWTWyCE/s320/DSC03329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053238519013044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn and err dunno who is that wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1qesX8rI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EBADr3iyPsQ/s1600-h/DSC03330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1qesX8rI/AAAAAAAAAzU/EBADr3iyPsQ/s320/DSC03330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053238523308012210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la pugin and me. he didnt gel his hair so he went to the toilet and came back with this because apparently it was embarrassing to go to a nice place with a cap. yeah and looking like that is not embarrassing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1qusX8sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lT9H4ZuTtj0/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiC1qusX8sI/AAAAAAAAAzc/lT9H4ZuTtj0/s320/DSC03333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053238527602979522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn albert and lixiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok more pictures when i get them from nicole and jiameei. =) have a nice weekend ahead i'm seriously swamped with work sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-4677913822709759358?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4677913822709759358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4677913822709759358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/off-i-go-to-special-dinner-for-special.html' title='But It&apos;s Them They Know, Not Me.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RiCxsOsX8jI/AAAAAAAAAyU/mZZNijvimXk/s72-c/DSC03311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-5557795735094793048</id><published>2007-04-07T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:51:38.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First ATM Encounter</title><content type='html'>i have never used an ATM before in my whole entire life. i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a bank account (i had one super rabbit one when i was 7 because my school made every child have one, but after MBF died my money in the super rabbit account died along with it) and whenever i need money i just.. take from my parents. or boyfriend. or grandma. or whoever's beside me at that moment wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i do for shopping, you ask me. well my parents are wired in this way that for my 18th birthday they gave me a platinum card (yeah sounds grand right but limit rm2k only wtf. that's the official limit but my limit is like rm500 on clothes blabla because everytime i exceed that my dad will start reading the whole bill to me in this menacing voice) but they refused to give me an ATM card! damn stupid right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i got hold of pugin's atm card (hohoho) and decided to withdraw some cash for some errr emergency. and i went to cheras (the one nearest to me) to do it. so i got down of the car (double parked it), got down and looked very warily to my right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got there i had like no idea what to do wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this stupid lady when i asked her whether it's okay to use a public bank card in a place with the maybank sign on top, she just went like 'ohh err i dont know' WTF. stupid lady. then i asked a very jeng guy (blond hair and sling bag, the whole package) and he answered me very nicely! and his english didn't sound too bad either! *shiny eyes* i promise never to laugh at your kind again! you see this is why i make fun of women ok! they suck and refuse to help their own kind. *scoffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so this is my first ever ATM encounter. I am feeling quite proud as i usually don't handle cash when i shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so this post is kinda pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh you know how everyone is somehow talented in something? like singing, dancing, studying, drawing, err outdoor-ing, being pretty etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my talent! apparently it's presenting. which, when it comes down to it, is just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lecturer said this, 'although you didn't seem to know what you were talking about, it was blablablabla' WTF! (it's true my groupmates sent the slides to me and i really tried to read it i swear! but i couldn't understand T____________T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so my ambition is to become a stand up comedian wtf. or like a job which requires you to talk all day long. i could do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit: HAHAHAHAHAH DAMN FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently the best skin moisturizer is semen! &lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_1381407.html"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt; omg ahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-5557795735094793048?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5557795735094793048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5557795735094793048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-first-atm-encounter.html' title='My First ATM Encounter'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7191081746479467364</id><published>2007-04-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:37:26.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nini's Grandma's Birthday Lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwAqvgDmI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tEWARClPlXc/s1600-h/DSC03217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwAqvgDmI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tEWARClPlXc/s320/DSC03217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276820174245474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini! i took this while driving! ok la i was at a traffic light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY75KvgDrI/AAAAAAAAAxk/dgocwH39tiI/s1600-h/DSC03232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY75KvgDrI/AAAAAAAAAxk/dgocwH39tiI/s320/DSC03232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050289885464759986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma, nini's mom, nini, nini's mom's friend, nini's grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY75avgDsI/AAAAAAAAAxs/wuOJBDxq1I8/s1600-h/DSC03234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY75avgDsI/AAAAAAAAAxs/wuOJBDxq1I8/s320/DSC03234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050289889759727298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bored nini and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwBavgDnI/AAAAAAAAAxE/b-jFqtqmQ4s/s1600-h/DSC03220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwBavgDnI/AAAAAAAAAxE/b-jFqtqmQ4s/s320/DSC03220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276833059147378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini with daddy and mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwB6vgDoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/0aQrpmypKQg/s1600-h/DSC03222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwB6vgDoI/AAAAAAAAAxM/0aQrpmypKQg/s320/DSC03222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276841649081986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini with me! damn cute ok she sayang me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwCKvgDpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/BeswelQsU0E/s1600-h/DSC03224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwCKvgDpI/AAAAAAAAAxU/BeswelQsU0E/s320/DSC03224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276845944049298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwCqvgDqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/j7XsSYBxqTg/s1600-h/DSC03229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwCqvgDqI/AAAAAAAAAxc/j7XsSYBxqTg/s320/DSC03229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050276854533983906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini's mom's friend, nini and nini's mom. the girl on the left is from china and she cut her eyelids wtf. once at a nightclub, she got mistaken for a common china prostitute by a mamasan. she told me she threw her bag (louis vuitton papillon) at the mamasan's head, scolded her in cantonese and got her fired wtf. because the club was owned by her husband's friend. and she was a model in china wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGIF's (albert and april's birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY756vgDtI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gPmUy8_ljM4/s1600-h/DSC03255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY756vgDtI/AAAAAAAAAx0/gPmUy8_ljM4/s320/DSC03255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050289898349661906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert and pugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY76KvgDuI/AAAAAAAAAx8/8Ewnxxsc1Qg/s1600-h/DSC03273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY76KvgDuI/AAAAAAAAAx8/8Ewnxxsc1Qg/s320/DSC03273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050289902644629218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin and me (aud look at my radiant cheeks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY76avgDvI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ixW4WnrUABQ/s1600-h/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY76avgDvI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ixW4WnrUABQ/s320/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050289906939596530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the boys who were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY8SKvgDwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qCuqJ5_BBsA/s1600-h/Image%281359%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhY8SKvgDwI/AAAAAAAAAyM/qCuqJ5_BBsA/s320/Image%281359%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050290314961489666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not balding, the aircond was blowing straight at my hair! and yea this is me with somewhat straight hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm terrified because exams are approaching and i have no idea what one of my subjects is all about. my dissertation is also due. ok ok i promise i'll do it today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7191081746479467364?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7191081746479467364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7191081746479467364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RhYwAqvgDmI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tEWARClPlXc/s72-c/DSC03217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4088457763807388604</id><published>2007-04-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:28:51.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selltrade</title><content type='html'>my selltrade page &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/selltrade_kl/439913.html"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out! =) i'll make sure i spray lots and lots of perfume on the clothes wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit: most of you know i have a thing for avril lavigne, which is i don't wtf. i hate her because she's so freaking annoying. as if it's not enough that she makes horrible music nowadays (come on, girlfriend? and err what's the other one called? something about nothing you can say or do wtf). i don't know why she has to diss other stars in order to prove she's so much better than them. but &lt;a href="http://thesuperficial.com/2007/04/avril_lavigne_thinks_britney_s.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was really funny. haha sei sohai wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-4088457763807388604?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4088457763807388604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4088457763807388604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/selltrade.html' title='Selltrade'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6389864971664470337</id><published>2007-04-01T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T01:10:05.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking from a window above, it's like a story of love, can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rg6VLfaU4jI/AAAAAAAAAw0/F1f_3pDA_yk/s1600-h/fugitivewtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048136256971924018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rg6VLfaU4jI/AAAAAAAAAw0/F1f_3pDA_yk/s320/fugitivewtf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face blurred because i never post pictures of me without makeup. nah my new hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rg6UDPaU4iI/AAAAAAAAAws/-a3Tl3yBdrA/s1600-h/DSC03216+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048135015726375458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rg6UDPaU4iI/AAAAAAAAAws/-a3Tl3yBdrA/s320/DSC03216+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a terrible day, and i feel maybe 0.5% better after looking at my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts to take out all shoes to be fawned over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6389864971664470337?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6389864971664470337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6389864971664470337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-can-be-so-bad-can-it-when.html' title='Looking from a window above, it&apos;s like a story of love, can you hear me?'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rg6VLfaU4jI/AAAAAAAAAw0/F1f_3pDA_yk/s72-c/fugitivewtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-930639266438322923</id><published>2007-03-30T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:22:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HairCut. Again.</title><content type='html'>yeah so i chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to get a short crop ALTHOUGH my shoulders are so broad i look like a man, ALTHOUGH i have never ever had short hair (well being 8 didn't count, i had no say in my life back then! nini is 2 and she has a say in what she wants to wear and what she wants to eat! i am considering sueing my own parents!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still wanted it because it looks so effortlessly chic on victoria beckham. (i do realize that's because celebrities have stylists A B C and D styling their hair before they step foot out of their bedrooms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i hate short hair but the thing is, i've had long hair ever since ever! and i've had beautiful hair for so long that i can't remember when i started getting compliments wtf on my chemically treated hair be it straightened (because when i was 15 not many people straightened their hair wat stupid) or permed (ditto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the one thing i never did was dyeing my hair! i'm very afraid of the skunk syndrome and i'm more than terrified that the new hair colour would make me look 2183201 shades darker than i already am. (me not liking being dark does not mean i hate people who are dark, it's a matter of preference)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway! i came out of the salon looking like the person with the most ordinary haircut ever. and remember how i said i've never seen the real texture of my hair ever since i was 15? so much so that i actually lied to myself and said it was nice wtf. which then prodded me to cut my curls (well what's left of them anyway i hate you drycut with a vengeance) and left me with my natural (as natural as it can be) hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found out the reason i wanted to straighten it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from today onwards i'm not going anywhere without a straightening iron/curling tong. nobody is allowed to see me when i wake up in the morning (not even you pugin because i am going to crawl out of bed at 6am in the morning, meticulously do my hair and crawl back to bed at 8am so you wouldn't notice HAH) maybe except eilyn (because i have no choice, no one wakes up at weirder times than that girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not posting up a picture of my new haircut because i am not letting evidence of me with weird hair appear anywhere. but to do justice to the man who gave me beautiful curls, it is now nicely layered compared to my pathetic excuse of a haircut done by drycut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh oohhh and i went shopping in bangsar the other day! although considering it's &lt;em&gt;bangsar&lt;/em&gt; the stuffs i got wasn't thattt cheap anyways. i mean i went there to get rm60 shoes wtf. plus due to dinner i didn't even get to check out a lot of other shops! but i'm going there on sunday again with my auntie after dimsum and she always pays for my stuff.... *bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed with skincare nowadays. i look at a magazine and i pay so much more attention to their skincare (with beautiful packaging i might add, clarins dark eye circle reducer here i come!) than the clothes/bags/shoes! why is this happening! and skincare (most anyway, besides you can't just buy one item, you have to buy the complete set) is more expensive than clothes this is not good! (by the way huiwen the middle of my nose now is completely blackhead-free and as smooth as my cheeks which is saying something. am working on the sides.. will update you wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday in lab i broke a measuring cyllinder and dropped two magnetic stirrers (a magnet bar in the shape of a capsule which is used to stir solutions when put on top of a... whatever la go google it) down the drain. and i made jojo go get some more because no one does the same mistake twice in a row which is not remembering that the magnetic stirrer was in the bottle (hah i used simple terms for you simple people *smug) and just poured everything out. i nearly died of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i wanted to blog about something intelligent. but i'm already not in a very good mood (stupid period come already la cibai) and talking about serious stuff is gonna make me.. sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la no pictures today sorry bye bye! sunday got dimsum pictures! and and shopping in bangsar pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-930639266438322923?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/930639266438322923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/930639266438322923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/haircut-again.html' title='HairCut. Again.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-435288334611956287</id><published>2007-03-27T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:41:40.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Quest</title><content type='html'>Overdue pics from Pui San's camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqKFt-4VI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sVyLgBo3yFc/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046611210267451730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqKFt-4VI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sVyLgBo3yFc/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memememe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqKlt-4WI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/55lw8wr_reI/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046611218857386338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqKlt-4WI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/55lw8wr_reI/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with the world's widest smile, lelen, eilyn (check out the boob wtf) and hwee yin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqK1t-4XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LbNOh5pduZE/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046611223152353650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqK1t-4XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/LbNOh5pduZE/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lelen with finalist chuisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqLVt-4YI/AAAAAAAAAwg/WWBx2McXaOs/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046611231742288258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqLVt-4YI/AAAAAAAAAwg/WWBx2McXaOs/s320/DSC00304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with first runner up jojo! (bad picture of her though haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknTVt-4QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CgVNwVppyfY/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046608070646358274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknTVt-4QI/AAAAAAAAAvg/CgVNwVppyfY/s320/DSC00282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with lelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknUFt-4SI/AAAAAAAAAvw/IB4YRjvdyPw/s1600-h/DSC00286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046608083531260194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknUFt-4SI/AAAAAAAAAvw/IB4YRjvdyPw/s320/DSC00286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't decide which picture is nicer. so far i have equal votes for both pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknTlt-4RI/AAAAAAAAAvo/zcA3O9Cz8mk/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046608074941325586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknTlt-4RI/AAAAAAAAAvo/zcA3O9Cz8mk/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenghoe, me and lelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering why my pose is the same in every single picture, it's because when i try taking pictures from the front, this is how i look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknUlt-4TI/AAAAAAAAAv4/pELgE1aRCtA/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046608092121194802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknUlt-4TI/AAAAAAAAAv4/pELgE1aRCtA/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why my face grows 20138029132 times fatter. in real life my face slimmed down already ok! T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknU1t-4UI/AAAAAAAAAwA/C-kFBHQ9l90/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046608096416162114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgknU1t-4UI/AAAAAAAAAwA/C-kFBHQ9l90/s320/DSC00291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me justin and lelen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to discussing friability of tablets. friability (i wikipedia-ed it) means crumblality of tablets. (not sure how to spell crumble-ness) today i sat in class feeling like i've made the biggest mistake of my life choosing pharmacy. do i really want to spend hours and hours calculating half lives of medications? *cliff hanger wtf*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-435288334611956287?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/435288334611956287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/435288334611956287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/talent-quest.html' title='Talent Quest'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgkqKFt-4VI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sVyLgBo3yFc/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1051403988626952223</id><published>2007-03-25T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:17:17.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away From Here.</title><content type='html'>it's one of those days where you feel disconnected from the whole world. one of those days where you feel like you just want to switch off your phone, lay in the bathtub with water hot enough to let smoke (i know it's steam la i'm a science student pfffttt) rise from the surface and just.. lay there. and then maybe curl up under the covers and read a good book. not those books which requires too much thinking, just one of those books which you immediately understand as you read. (sophie kinsella, marian keyes, cecelia ahern...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to do any of that really, all i've managed to do was go online, stalked blogs, did some tabulating of my results, wrote a blog about healthy eating for children (assignment).. and that's it. and i acquired a headache along the line too. just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know there's something really, really wrong with me when i don't care about good gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i remember all the things i have to do, school related or not, i feel a rush in my blood. an invisible hand strangles itself around my neck, i can't breathe. in lay man terms the invisible hand is aptly given a name; time. i want to stop time from moving, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the inner child in me would get out and allow me to fantasize that i belong to a space and time different from now. 1930s Shanghai perhaps, the costumes were so glittery and beautiful. or in the era where the arts (well take away the fact that i can't draw to save my life.. there's still literature right! *puffs out chest) were flourishing in a China which was ruled by amazing dynasties. or maybe a time where women were supposed to sit at the edge of chairs, reciting poetry and wait for suitors to come and ask for their hands. englishwoman, preferably. bonnets and tea. i don't know which one i prefer actually, a posh english accent or a sexy southern drawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need a beach holiday. or a time out, to go anywhere away from here. possibly alone but that won't do me any good on second thought because my only company will be a sullen old grouchy me. by sullen old grouchy me i mean i would go by with unwashed hair, minimal contact with the outside world (well except the internet of course), minimal movements. and every single slight thing would seem to tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you, pms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;____________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures from pharmacy visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgaZCeXchnI/AAAAAAAAAug/BVJhZTD_KrM/s1600-h/DSC09149+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045888700305409650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgaZCeXchnI/AAAAAAAAAug/BVJhZTD_KrM/s320/DSC" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group picture! spot me spot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgadWOXchoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/9GbE2dtzi0Y/s1600-h/07-03-23_16-29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893437654337154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgadWOXchoI/AAAAAAAAAuo/9GbE2dtzi0Y/s320/07-03-23_16-29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what they made us wear. my heels pierced through the err foot wrap and my hair refused to stay under the shower cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgadWOXchpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-AhAXtTiFXM/s1600-h/07-03-23_16-301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045893437654337170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgadWOXchpI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-AhAXtTiFXM/s320/07-03-23_16-301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah i damn short la. jojo you were wearing heels RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am reminded time and again that i have a lot to be thankful for. family who no matter what, love me although sometimes they can be such a pain in the ass. friends i can always talk to, about anything and everything. a boy i can always rely on no matter what, the sole person who doesn't judge me even when i'm judging myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish retail therapy can cure this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way i'm going through a phase where i only buy skincare. i don't really buy clothes anymore. i need professional help.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1051403988626952223?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1051403988626952223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1051403988626952223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/away-from-here.html' title='Away From Here.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgaZCeXchnI/AAAAAAAAAug/BVJhZTD_KrM/s72-c/DSC' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4108745110543548985</id><published>2007-03-25T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:53:40.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey's (spoilers, highlight to read names)</title><content type='html'>i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;george&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;izzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not allowing this to happen! my ideal pairing is izzie and mcdreamy/mcsteamy/alex/anyone who's remotely hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry la inner beauty does not exist in television wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why! why is this happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to mourn T___________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and highlight if you want to be spoiled hmph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-4108745110543548985?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4108745110543548985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4108745110543548985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/greys-spoilers-highlight-to-read-names.html' title='Grey&apos;s (spoilers, highlight to read names)'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8741881725279783759</id><published>2007-03-23T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T22:26:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubbing + Lawatan Sambil Belajar wtf</title><content type='html'>I have been quite busy this week, and i think this is the longest i've ever been in semenyih for a really, really long time haha. Tuesday night was my uni's talent quest night and jojo won! she has an amazing voice T____T why can't i sing like that T________________T why am i out of tune T___________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what! i attended a Confucius club meeting! in exchange for puisan going to zouk wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything against any religion per se. just.. anything which preaches. *shudders* i don't know why everytime i attend any religious functions of any sort, and someone starts preaching in front i always feel like quote in the middle of a lecture unquote(lelen). just not a veryyy religious person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! i burn stuff when my parents tell me to. and i recite what i remember from some mantra my mom made me listen to repeatedly in the car when i can't sleep at night due to some horror movie wtf. and i bring prayer books whenever i go on a trip wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need pictures from puisan for the talent quest, and majority of the pictures from zouk/maison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYZ-XchkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NOlIf6OpP3o/s1600-h/DSC03149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045113948334753346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYZ-XchkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NOlIf6OpP3o/s320/DSC03149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in lelen's car. there was a major flood in semenyih, it was reportedly half a man's height!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYaeXchlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/iXblypIgYr0/s1600-h/DSC03144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045113956924687954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYaeXchlI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/iXblypIgYr0/s320/DSC03144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, kaeshin, eilyn and yingying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYauXchmI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jzD55C5oWrg/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045113961219655266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYauXchmI/AAAAAAAAAuY/jzD55C5oWrg/s320/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and half of lelen wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted straight hair for the day! and i'm going to the salon soon to fix my weird hair so keep your fingers crossed. i might cut my hair short, who knows? (dream on la wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWsOXchfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GyAWyoC4KKE/s1600-h/07-03-23_17-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045112062844110322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWsOXchfI/AAAAAAAAAtg/GyAWyoC4KKE/s320/07-03-23_17-26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jojo at some pharmaceutical plant in bangi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this pharmacist who kept pronouncing 's' as 'assshhhh'. she went like 'on the pharmashee shelves' and 'pharmaSHEUtical plant' and 'lashhh year' WTF. i distinctly remember 'when you graduates' too wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWseXchgI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZJDHjnKEmQc/s1600-h/Image(1349).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045112067139077634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWseXchgI/AAAAAAAAAto/ZJDHjnKEmQc/s320/Image(1349).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the bus! i feel like 10 years old again. i went to frim(something with a lot of trees) when i was 10! i have pictures of it too! with my red thermos slung over my shoulder and pink minnie mouse hairband damn cute ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWsuXchhI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3AcGSexwwgc/s1600-h/Image(1348).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045112071434044946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWsuXchhI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3AcGSexwwgc/s320/Image(1348).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lelen, me and puisan at the back AHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't see it but i was wearing a blue leopard print swishy skirt damn nice ok! &lt;3 yeah that's my version of formal wear wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWs-XchiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qCGfoC_N-6U/s1600-h/Image(1350).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045112075729012258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWs-XchiI/AAAAAAAAAt4/qCGfoC_N-6U/s320/Image(1350).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nini sticking dinosaur stickers all over my leg. and she calls my thigh 'upstairs'. and ya la it looks fat cuz kena kepit what you try kepit-ing your whole thigh and you'll see that it's twice mine wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWtOXchjI/AAAAAAAAAuA/407301SXGNc/s1600-h/Image(1351).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045112080023979570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPWtOXchjI/AAAAAAAAAuA/407301SXGNc/s320/Image(1351).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she even made me pull up my pants to make room for her dinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just about sums up my whole week. i need more pictures and till then, have a nice week everyone. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm working on my selltrade page stop pressuring me T___T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-8741881725279783759?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8741881725279783759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8741881725279783759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/clubbing-lawatan-sambil-belajar-wtf.html' title='Clubbing + Lawatan Sambil Belajar wtf'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RgPYZ-XchkI/AAAAAAAAAuI/NOlIf6OpP3o/s72-c/DSC03149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3328119638645976854</id><published>2007-03-18T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:19:29.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitting Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dcVV6JGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5YJzXt4M17A/s1600-h/Image(1340).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043289899071579234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dcVV6JGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5YJzXt4M17A/s320/Image(1340).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why i find a suitable style and stick to it. i look absolutely horrendous haha. and ya la i damn lazy to take off my pants la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dblV6JDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/OpdTFHqD8fM/s1600-h/Image(1344).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043289886186677298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dblV6JDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/OpdTFHqD8fM/s320/Image(1344).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever21, thought the top was okayyy but i had sthg similar (and nicer hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1db1V6JEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/XHeWlNp_RUM/s1600-h/Image(1341).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043289890481644610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1db1V6JEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/XHeWlNp_RUM/s320/Image(1341).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveeee the length of this dress and it fits well too! but the top part was weird la. low not low high not high hmph. but the length is perfect! what do you guys think? should i buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dcVV6JFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EzIkzutFT5c/s1600-h/Image(1342).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043289899071579218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dcVV6JFI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EzIkzutFT5c/s320/Image(1342).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG i loveeee this dress so goddamn much! but.. the smallest size is too big for me as can be seen in the picture. but the length is again, perfect and i love the way the skirt flounces. damn nice laaaaa T___________T can i buy it and alter? but if altered will it be as nice T____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dbVV6JCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_uhtB2f4zBI/s1600-h/12-03-07_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043289881891709986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dbVV6JCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_uhtB2f4zBI/s320/12-03-07_2151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. the dress i'm so gonna buy. i just know it. it has a really big fancy bow at the back and the cutting is so perfect for me =)))) i already asked the lady to reserve it and hopefully my mom will be nice enough to buy it for me =((( but i highly doubt it =((( but if i do have it i'll wear it to prom! i don't care if it's black i don't care if it's too plain i'm wearing it to prom because it flatters me a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la that's all. comment at haloscan okay! (haloscan is a comment thingie which loads so much faster, blogger's comment box sometimes can't even load at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh i'm gonna be selling some of my clothes as selltrade (once i start doing it up properly) so do drop by okays? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3328119638645976854?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3328119638645976854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3328119638645976854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/fitting-room.html' title='Fitting Room'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rf1dcVV6JGI/AAAAAAAAAtY/5YJzXt4M17A/s72-c/Image(1340).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1054170688226824860</id><published>2007-03-17T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T01:50:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Dinner</title><content type='html'>Remember i said that i was gonna have a weekly dinner with my friends in one of my previous posts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i have managed two weeks. and i guess the whole dinner thing is just an excuse for friends to get together =) i had so much fun actually although later on during the night i harboured on being unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and er i know i promised a shitload of pictures but i'm gonna select only a few as i looked horrible hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL2n5AikI/AAAAAAAAAsA/v9rgA1Y-vqw/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042566872076159554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL2n5AikI/AAAAAAAAAsA/v9rgA1Y-vqw/s320/DSC04739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;host and hostess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL235AilI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2eq5G24O3-U/s1600-h/DSC04746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042566876371126866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL235AilI/AAAAAAAAAsI/2eq5G24O3-U/s320/DSC04746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiameei preparing her salad and cynthia trying the satsuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL3X5AimI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ZBxdskyWl6c/s1600-h/DSC04748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042566884961061474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL3X5AimI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ZBxdskyWl6c/s320/DSC04748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see i helped okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL3n5AinI/AAAAAAAAAsY/z913s_FW0bY/s1600-h/DSC04751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042566889256028786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL3n5AinI/AAAAAAAAAsY/z913s_FW0bY/s320/DSC04751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiameei's very very yummy salad! everyone tasted it except derlyn sheesh. don't eat veges la later cannot shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok blogger sucks i cannot upload any pictures so the pictures after this will be from photobucket, forgive the captioning damn annoying urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/tzeching/DSC04842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my contacts fell out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/tzeching/DSC04818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;guess who wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/tzeching/DSC04775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nobody could get over this photo, they said the only thing missing is a wet towel over my shoulder. and who says i can't cook huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/tzeching/DSC04766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v214/tzeching/DSC04752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cynthia me (although i look like ten kinds of shit but no photos of my face so far so just choose a blur one la wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we proceeded to do such fun stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL2H5AijI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wQEA5p5OGDg/s1600-h/DSC04853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042566863486224946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL2H5AijI/AAAAAAAAAr4/wQEA5p5OGDg/s320/DSC04853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like playing chai mui in the middle of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and racing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBffp44iJHc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YBffp44iJHc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a race between me and pugin with jiameei on my back and litat on his. i won hahaha pugin you weakling! and jia meei is only 3 kgs lighter than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Na76mrwDaXA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Na76mrwDaXA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then stupid pugin said since i'm his girlfriend he let me win i asked him to eat shit and die because i truly am better. then we raced again, i lost, so i demanded for rematch (that's me screaming at the end of the video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyEnwBQ2x0c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyEnwBQ2x0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok before you view this turn the volume down because you can hear me screaming. i'm sorry la i damn kiasu. and according to latat and pugin i was hammering pugin's head with my fist saying 'FASTER FASTER FASTERRRRRRRRRRR' wtf. i love you pugin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;videos courtesy of cynthia darling! (that's her giggling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fitting room pictures some other time la. now i'm off to read james patterson! i read two pages while shitting and it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to latat and jiameei for a wonderful dinner (although i only ate like a quarter of my carbonara! hmph) =)) next time i cook okay hahahaha. ok im serious. when i do learn how to cook you guys must come taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1054170688226824860?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1054170688226824860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1054170688226824860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1054170688226824860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1054170688226824860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekly-dinner.html' title='Weekly Dinner'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfrL2n5AikI/AAAAAAAAAsA/v9rgA1Y-vqw/s72-c/DSC04739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7293698491818611337</id><published>2007-03-16T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:42:45.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello it's me</title><content type='html'>*heaves a long relieved sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back my gmail! therefore i am able to blog at blogger again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have any doubt whether it's me or not.. er.. i don't know how to clear your doubts la but if you're smart enough/know me well enough/have been reading me long enough you will know that it's me judging by my sharp wit and quick sense of humour wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have been very upset since yesterday night (technically 2 nights ago?) when i found out that my gmail cannot be accessed anymore, and i couldn't log into my secondary email either. oh why oh why do people hate me so much! (rhetorical question, no need for answers because i know it's my sparkling personality and ability to slay dragons wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh why am i so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was online today looking for things children eat (i was assigned fats oil sugar salt i mean wtf children are not supposed to eat those!) and suddenly i got struck with the thought that my secondary email's password all along has been wrong! it's not the same with my gmail's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i logged in, saw my request of changing the password and yeah it was changed, so now i am here again to serve you ladies and gentlemen ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i was so horrified that all my personal stuff would come out okay. it really is fucking pissing off when you find out your most personal email has been hacked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and why am i so stupid! maybe i accidentally changed my gmail password in my sleep and forgot all about it wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever you are who broke into my account i hope you burn severely in hell and die a terrible death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, if there's one lesson i learned, it's never be too public about your life. let's face it i blog relatively freely, and this is how i approach life as well la i dont think before i talk/act so it's possible that i divulged my password at some point of conversation with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i've already (partially, very partially) set up my livejournal account i might as well start blogging there from now onwards. at least i know only people who really care are reading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg too many thoughts going through my head i need to lie down goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(plus i went forever21 today and did i shrink or did the sizes err unshrink! i got fitting room pictures btw whee!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7293698491818611337?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/7293698491818611337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=7293698491818611337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7293698491818611337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7293698491818611337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-its-me.html' title='hello it&apos;s me'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4067943534005470118</id><published>2007-03-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T11:38:43.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Issues</title><content type='html'>i have a dissertation (longer than essay, shorter than thesis) to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have a lot of notes and i have yet to print and organize them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my life in order, focus on the important things and say goodbye to the good riddances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's really time to grow up, in all kinds of relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i have a special eye to see who's really worth it and who's not. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;anyway just now at dinner i was bringing nini to look at fishes and that particular restaurant (which was sweltering hot, i mean wtf it was 8pm why was it so hot!) had lobsters, crabs, snails, huge prawns and really really huge big ass fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was looking at the fishes, carrying nini when suddenly this group of lobsters (or i think they're lobsters i can never differentiate between lobsters and really big prawns) decided to act out! they just suddenly pulled their mouths into a big scary O, faced up, and tried to jump out of the tank! dahlah their whiskers/antennae/eyes are already so freaking long and sticking out of the tank so when they pushed themselves up the water splashed around the whole place! omg! i jumped back (into someone's chair and nearly landed on his lap in the process wtf) just in time before the stupid animals/crustaceans wtf got out. one landed on the fish tank below it while another was hanging by the side of another fish tank several err tanks away. a few more centimetres and seconds apart it would be on my leg T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so traumatized! lobsters are supposed to just.. stay stagnant and wait to be eaten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay la i know people would say it's just a lobster blablabla but! it happened so fast and i was clutching a two and a half year old kid i feared for my child's safety ok! one day when you're a mother you would know wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for my day. i wanna bathe and use my new toner and moisturizer. i'm such a lazy person that i begun using loreal's toner and moisturizer (the one modelled by natalia vodianova) when i was 16 for 1 week and then left them to collect dust. and then i upgraded to kose's toner which was also used for about 1 week. i am so lazy that i don't even cleanse my face everyday. therefore when i saw skinfood's toner and moisturizer (okay la and showergel and lotion and pink facial cotton omg!) i was seduced by the packaging and bought them all! i mean, pink embossed facial cotton!! T.T and i got free masks they really know the way to my heart! but honestly la i think the mask to remove blackheads is really really good. one time and my blackheads were like half gone. i think with consistent use i will be blackhead free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so things i still need to buy are liquid eyeliner, a perfect concealer for my dark circles (i dont know but i heard stila's pretty good, i use mac and ysl but mac only works wonders for pimple scars and i don't really have any and the ysl one doesnt suit my skintone), i want to try out the gel eyeliner by bobbi brown, the masks from skinfood and i think so far that's all. oh and a new cleanser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely need to get started on my dissertation (shaddap la at least now i know the title and i have already photocopied some materials from the library!) and do my stupid report, and get started on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day and don't stand too near a fish tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my archives are not going up until someone teaches me how to categorize them yearly!&lt;br /&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/10008105-4067943534005470118?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/4067943534005470118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=4067943534005470118&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4067943534005470118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4067943534005470118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-dissertation-longer-than-essay.html' title='Current Issues'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-4542454212602391188</id><published>2007-03-10T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T18:15:23.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Souled Out, quite some time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJ09H5AihI/AAAAAAAAAro/P2uFWRXkH8I/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJ09H5AihI/AAAAAAAAAro/P2uFWRXkH8I/s320/DSC00528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040219526420007442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with darling peilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner at Social, Bangsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsbH5AiWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YNPr7LvuG7Q/s1600-h/9+March+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsbH5AiWI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/YNPr7LvuG7Q/s320/9+March+2007+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040210146211432802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;latat and i in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiameei where are ALL the pictures we took in the car *raises eyebrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtpX5AibI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Pxxps6_mHH0/s1600-h/9+March+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtpX5AibI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Pxxps6_mHH0/s320/9+March+2007+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040211490536196530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ordered precisely the same things. fish and chips with coke. i should be jealous but ever since latat got together with jiameei, it's not so bad anymore hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfKDHn5AiiI/AAAAAAAAArw/XRzEre-8e9M/s1600-h/no+ciggies+ohh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfKDHn5AiiI/AAAAAAAAArw/XRzEre-8e9M/s320/no+ciggies+ohh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040235099971422754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamb chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtpn5AidI/AAAAAAAAArI/xVvUn8PJCFw/s1600-h/9+March+2007+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtpn5AidI/AAAAAAAAArI/xVvUn8PJCFw/s320/9+March+2007+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040211494831163858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poser sial and this picture was a candid ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtpn5AieI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mpXVDTWpArg/s1600-h/9+March+2007+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtpn5AieI/AAAAAAAAArQ/mpXVDTWpArg/s320/9+March+2007+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040211494831163874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin telling me: your eyelashes today real or fake.. *proceeds to pull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsbn5AiXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/IRQY9oLcTvc/s1600-h/9+March+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsbn5AiXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/IRQY9oLcTvc/s320/9+March+2007+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040210154801367410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shoes were with pugin so this is what i wore in the beginning, i was so paranoid that girls would give me a once-over and sneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsbn5AiYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yI5kWcBeatQ/s1600-h/9+March+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsbn5AiYI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yI5kWcBeatQ/s320/9+March+2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040210154801367426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;double date! i feel 17 again! cuz when i was 17 my mom didn't allow me to go out one on one with a guy (plus she hated the guy i was going out with) so i always had to lie to her by saying i'm going out with one of my girl friends (whose mom works the same way too). i would then get very excited once there are new couples my year because that means i would be able to con my mom again wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsb35AiZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/09qFmFhQbC0/s1600-h/9+March+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsb35AiZI/AAAAAAAAAqo/09qFmFhQbC0/s320/9+March+2007+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040210159096334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bra is showing at my armpit wtf and i was having a bad hair day and my dress wasn't ironed T____________T i swear it looks better in real life T__________T my hair was up the whole day in a bun and i didn't bother doing anything to it T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsb35AiaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/nJA0if89Z1o/s1600-h/9+March+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJsb35AiaI/AAAAAAAAAqw/nJA0if89Z1o/s320/9+March+2007+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040210159096334754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiameei snapped this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJuw35AigI/AAAAAAAAArg/v7itnLR0D7A/s1600-h/9+March+2007+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJuw35AigI/AAAAAAAAArg/v7itnLR0D7A/s320/9+March+2007+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040212718896843266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtp35AifI/AAAAAAAAArY/w9vcPnYuxuI/s1600-h/9+March+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJtp35AifI/AAAAAAAAArY/w9vcPnYuxuI/s320/9+March+2007+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040211499126131186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't make up my mind whether i wanted my arm to be up or down, cuz down then my arms would look fat but up can see armpit wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get how supportive is supportive. can you act negative as some sort of way to support someone? so that they will try to overcome you? or will that only break their spirit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always believe letting someone know you're supportive, so that the person always has you to fall back on. that's what unconditional love is, isn't it? and you have to see whether the person is worth it or not la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i hate people who say their love is unconditional when in fact they try to run their loved ones down. that's just.. contradicting. and crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and the other day i found a cockroach in jojo's room! omg and she is officially my new idol now T___T because without blinking an eye she could just spray the cockroach with err shieldtox and chase the cockroach down! while saying to me 'never mind tze ching! you stand outside! i will kill it for you!' *heart melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-4542454212602391188?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/4542454212602391188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=4542454212602391188&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4542454212602391188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/4542454212602391188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/social.html' title='Social'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RfJ09H5AihI/AAAAAAAAAro/P2uFWRXkH8I/s72-c/DSC00528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7081888411439857594</id><published>2007-03-05T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:18:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Black And White, I'm Grey.</title><content type='html'>Just went through some details about my accommodation in UK next September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling so relieved that things are holding up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to SongJun for looking for a house, and who will be taking pictures of it, and basically going through all the trouble when he didn't need to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to friends who supported me emotionally when i was hitting rock bottom, you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to you, who made all this even possible. i do love you, and i realize even more so when you picked me up and never allowed me to fall time and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm that sounds so familiar.. when have i used that phrase before? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i daren't say i'm not wrong this time, after all i have been wrong before (although not totally), but i just need some time to figure all this out by myself. let all this die off first before we decide to do anything, shall we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7GZeS2XI/AAAAAAAAApo/bmAw8jsl8Q8/s1600-h/Image(1325).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038115220503058802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7GZeS2XI/AAAAAAAAApo/bmAw8jsl8Q8/s320/Image(1325).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you tell i have an obsession with ribboned open toed pumps? this is probably my 6th pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7GpeS2YI/AAAAAAAAApw/W4_BNca9w0s/s1600-h/Image(1323).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038115224798026114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7GpeS2YI/AAAAAAAAApw/W4_BNca9w0s/s320/Image(1323).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew they had a lion dance's costume for kids that i was astounded when nini brought this out. but i swear, she's the cutest little thing =) just yesterday we were at lv starhill, and little darling picked out a pair of pink lv shoes! they were so adorable and her mummy would've bought it for her (i suppose it's the peer pressure as she met 2 groups of friends in the store, it's a lose face situation) if nini found it comfortable. how can anyone find a pair of lv shoes uncomfortable is beyond me. oh oh and my cousin knows her brands, she picked out a pink gucci tote (rm2950) and toted it around the whole store saying 'nini go to work' and refused to put it down. and she has the ability to sprout out the word 'gucci' every few sentences. a kid after my own heart =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7G5eS2ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/V-3zeouNymQ/s1600-h/Image(1331).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038115229092993426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7G5eS2ZI/AAAAAAAAAp4/V-3zeouNymQ/s320/Image(1331).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since i camwhored with my phone and i have a pimple at the end of my brow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7HJeS2aI/AAAAAAAAAqA/s9QSQlRCy44/s1600-h/Image(1332).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038115233387960738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7HJeS2aI/AAAAAAAAAqA/s9QSQlRCy44/s320/Image(1332).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair! i know it doesn't look much different but i swear it's different! or maybe my hair grew damn quickly. i chopped off 3 inches okay. and i know my face looks freaking weird here but the point of the picture again, is to show you my hair. will i look nice if i chop off my hair! it's been the latest craze now and for the life of me i don't understand why people would chop off their long hair! i will never, ever ever part with my long tresses. (although what do you think of me with short hair? hypocrisy wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7HZeS2bI/AAAAAAAAAqI/qnGdyMApdgg/s1600-h/Image(1333).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038115237682928050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7HZeS2bI/AAAAAAAAAqI/qnGdyMApdgg/s320/Image(1333).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop asking how i get double eyelids. this is how. i have a slight crease but with mascara or fake lashes i get double eyelids, though not prominent ones. (suet aud you guys can stop asking me how i blink now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye for now. i am feeling alright, just give me time. i'll be fine, and so will you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: episode 17 of grey's was just so sad right at the end. i don't know why i can't seem to find it in myself to feel meredith, perhaps it's her acting, perhaps i'm an age-ist.. but mcdreamy is still mcdreamy *swoons. i have a total girl crush on izzie and the part where they touched for a moment made tears well up in my eyes so quickly. yes i'm a sap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7081888411439857594?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/7081888411439857594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=7081888411439857594&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7081888411439857594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7081888411439857594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-went-through-some-details-about-my.html' title='There&apos;s Black And White, I&apos;m Grey.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rer7GZeS2XI/AAAAAAAAApo/bmAw8jsl8Q8/s72-c/Image(1325).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-710611887557268640</id><published>2007-03-02T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T20:26:52.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing Time</title><content type='html'>I haven't been in the mood to go out and shop(yeah you can lift your jaws off the ground now) due to several unforeseen circumstances, so i'm taking a look at forever21's website and see what they have to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i discover i really do have a boring taste in clothes. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if i have found a certain style which suits and flatters me, why should i bother trying on other styles which more often than not are unflattering? (yea skinny jeans, i look like i have elephant calves(calfs?) this is due to the fact that i have small thighs but i have enormous ankles i swear) hmm but i finally found the courage to embrace the knee length formal but not formal shorts trend and i found one pair which suited me just perfectly although the err hook thingie came off after wearing it twice wtf. cheap stuff is never good wtf. and my maid being the champion tailor sewed it on again using black thread and didn't have the good sense of hiding the thread so if i wear a short top i look like i have two black dots below my navel wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ahem let me show you the stuff i picked out from the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQAZeS2OI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z9wyC5yFDt8/s1600-h/37118986-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQAZeS2OI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z9wyC5yFDt8/s320/37118986-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037293782237894882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bright! and attention grabbing! i likeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQApeS2PI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gDRFkKev-Wc/s1600-h/33822520-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQApeS2PI/AAAAAAAAAoE/gDRFkKev-Wc/s320/33822520-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037293786532862194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think this'll flatter me much but i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQA5eS2QI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9FSsv3R-8Lo/s1600-h/36565189-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQA5eS2QI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9FSsv3R-8Lo/s320/36565189-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037293790827829506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the material looks sucky. anyone knows what exactly viscose is? i think it's sorta silky blabla (correct me if i'm wrong) but we all know how err good is forever21's quality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQA5eS2RI/AAAAAAAAAoU/HY415ZfeErQ/s1600-h/36713797-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQA5eS2RI/AAAAAAAAAoU/HY415ZfeErQ/s320/36713797-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037293790827829522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh this is soooo cuteeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQBJeS2SI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FjQWK4yq1-o/s1600-h/36743209-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQBJeS2SI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FjQWK4yq1-o/s320/36743209-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037293795122796834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh and so is this! although i wont wear it myself but i just wanna shrink it and make nini wear it it's sooo cute! or i'll just give it to audrey wtf. barbie doll wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUH5eS2WI/AAAAAAAAAo8/gu2St_kj3EE/s1600-h/37026493-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUH5eS2WI/AAAAAAAAAo8/gu2St_kj3EE/s320/37026493-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037298309133424994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polka dot skirt so cute! oh but i have one from zara which i have only worn a grand total of 3 times. in a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you one thing i would never wear: those stupid checkered tablecloth pattern. omg if black and white still okayyyyy la but wtf why tablecloth colours! like who wants to look like a walking table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUHZeS2TI/AAAAAAAAAok/clk2JcEYme0/s1600-h/34935919-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUHZeS2TI/AAAAAAAAAok/clk2JcEYme0/s320/34935919-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037298300543490354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok red is not thatttt bad but still quite ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUHpeS2UI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZcwklYMaJAQ/s1600-h/35409220-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUHpeS2UI/AAAAAAAAAos/ZcwklYMaJAQ/s320/35409220-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037298304838457666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUH5eS2VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UOKpkLkYvSI/s1600-h/35708371-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegUH5eS2VI/AAAAAAAAAo0/UOKpkLkYvSI/s320/35708371-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037298309133424978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at all these and tell me it's not ugly! (ok im sorry if i offended anyone, this is just a personal opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more private note(it is increasingly hard to become private here nowadays), a few of you may know what's going on in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate explaining myself but as someone once told me, if you never do, how are other people going to change their perception of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another someone told me that it is not in me to explain myself because i do not feel the need to. (a good day of self discovery)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is hard to find out things, even worse when you never ever did see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand people's needs to complain. i did take the whole thing pretty well at first (if i do say so myself) but when someone else denies the whole matter for me, it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not deny that you have always been there for me(which is what made it so hard for me), and i appreciate it. but i cannot do this anymore simply because actions have cancelled out each other, and no matter what you think, it is not a one time thing. i would've found it in me to forgive and forget if it were - that's how much you meant to me. but.. to find out things and to swallow them, the whole injustice and worse, the indignity of it all... is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm truly sorry if in any way, i made you feel the way you do but i assure you, i never meant to lay myself on someone that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i deduce it is better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is a good thing, for i am for once truly aware of what i did, and what comes back to me. and i have made peace with the person, and most importantly myself. i accepted the wrongdoing, i accepted the guilt and i have to live with it. and to that person once again i apologize. and yes i also forgive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-710611887557268640?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/710611887557268640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=710611887557268640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/710611887557268640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/710611887557268640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/03/clothing-time.html' title='Clothing Time'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RegQAZeS2OI/AAAAAAAAAn8/Z9wyC5yFDt8/s72-c/37118986-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-5735703923728282316</id><published>2007-02-26T03:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:50:47.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas The Train</title><content type='html'>I was watching the cartoon tonight while putting Nini to sleep. she has to watch a cartoon of her choice until she falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time around she requested a cartoon with the blue and red train. thomas, i think, it's called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nini being nini, tried explaining the cartoon to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'this train bad one, this train hao de(good one)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'there you see, this train pull the bad train'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was chit chatting with my aunt and nini was so insistent that i know which was the villain and which was the protagonist, so i asked my aunt: which is the bad train? is it this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to which my aunt replied: oh no la, this is the good train. bad train can see wan, the way they draw also different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how much i wish that this is the case in reality, that good people really have good faces and evil people really have evil faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then no one would misjudge anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would know yesterday what i know today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and strip you off your facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-5735703923728282316?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/5735703923728282316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=5735703923728282316&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5735703923728282316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5735703923728282316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/thomas-train.html' title='Thomas The Train'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6698902474781139028</id><published>2007-02-24T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:31:20.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Knew.</title><content type='html'>Chinese New Year Lou Sang Dinner With Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit: more pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zP4WN2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/X4SWZhxVqyY/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035023064813156194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zP4WN2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/X4SWZhxVqyY/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new friend named latat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zP4WN3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/h7nGFLJlQeg/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035023064813156210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zP4WN3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/h7nGFLJlQeg/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fenjim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zf4WN4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Brlje2L8xJ4/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035023069108123522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zf4WN4I/AAAAAAAAAlA/Brlje2L8xJ4/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole fellip (fellip is mean he spent the whole night shooting insults at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zf4WN5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ZLQ_jzazSWw/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035023069108123538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zf4WN5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/ZLQ_jzazSWw/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favourite couple =)) *beams wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zv4WN6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PjAQf-3mGck/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035023073403090850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zv4WN6I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/PjAQf-3mGck/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo(u?) sang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAC5_4WOAI/AAAAAAAAAmA/FtB-0NoF-l4/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035027578823784450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAC5_4WOAI/AAAAAAAAAmA/FtB-0NoF-l4/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah actually the purpose of pictures like this is to show that i can have big eyes too wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAC5_4WOBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hopJGS0ceFU/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035027578823784466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAC5_4WOBI/AAAAAAAAAmI/hopJGS0ceFU/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity those who get red after alcohol. me, the only way u'll know if i'm drunk is if i start calling myself ugly wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB9_4WN7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/TqagQTv6-EU/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035026548031633330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB9_4WN7I/AAAAAAAAAlY/TqagQTv6-EU/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin i tell you.. one more time you ruin a potentially nice picture of us.. i'll whip you. i mean it. i already checked out the price of a la senza whip. rm169 (or something like that) wtf! who buys a 169 whip! buy pasar malam cane also same right rm2 wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-P4WN8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/2fOy5frKaZg/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035026552326600642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-P4WN8I/AAAAAAAAAlg/2fOy5frKaZg/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newfound love =)) oh and i like to think i have a part to play in matchmaking them *perasan sial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-P4WN9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/6rTz-kGp918/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035026552326600658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-P4WN9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/6rTz-kGp918/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flash good wat. cannot see eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-f4WN_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/9DQe2nYFTM0/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035026556621567986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-f4WN_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/9DQe2nYFTM0/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin, me, jiameei, derlyn. OH YA WHERE CAN WEAR BLACK DURING CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-P4WN-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/vTTWbLEGmGI/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035026552326600674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReAB-P4WN-I/AAAAAAAAAlw/vTTWbLEGmGI/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group picture outside the elevator. pugin like lobster only la tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a thing at my house on sunday night, and i'm not too big on inviting people personally because i tend to forget and procrastinate blabla so, my friends are invited okay! and you have my number, so call me =) (and if you don't have my number you're not a good enough friend wtf ok la kidding i dont know why people take what i say seriously sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you think you know everything, but you don't. you have no idea, no fucking idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDf4WOCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RowLYyihkyU/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035137693195319330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDf4WOCI/AAAAAAAAAnA/RowLYyihkyU/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gambling face wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDv4WOEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_o3_oLRYc5o/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035137697490286658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDv4WOEI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/_o3_oLRYc5o/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was camwhoring without the flash, then i wanted one with the flash so that my eyebags are not visible, but latat's camera's flash came on like so late so i had to smile for damn long, and when the flash finally came on, latat touched me. and so the picture turned out like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDf4WODI/AAAAAAAAAnI/v_HuwFL5NtE/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035137693195319346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDf4WODI/AAAAAAAAAnI/v_HuwFL5NtE/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe the exact phrase i was saying was 'YOU SEE YOU IDIOT YOU MADE ME TALK!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDv4WOFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LjsmU7WDLwE/s1600-h/20+&amp;+21+Feb+2007+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035137697490286674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnDv4WOFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/LjsmU7WDLwE/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh candid wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnD_4WOGI/AAAAAAAAAng/eau_NEH7uQI/s1600-h/20+&amp;amp;+21+Feb+2007+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035137701785253986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/ReBnD_4WOGI/AAAAAAAAAng/eau_NEH7uQI/s320/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin reenacting the pose of countless girls who do this to make their eyes look bigger. no i don't do that la ok! i think of all the pictures i've taken, less than 5 are like this. i swear. (that's cuz i have other methods of enlarging eyes hoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6698902474781139028?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6698902474781139028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6698902474781139028&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6698902474781139028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6698902474781139028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-never-knew.html' title='I Never Knew.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rd_-zP4WN2I/AAAAAAAAAkw/X4SWZhxVqyY/s72-c/20+%26+21+Feb+2007+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1694848964583308584</id><published>2007-02-20T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T17:20:37.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Tissue Paper Bookings And Family Bonding</title><content type='html'>So i went back to kluang, johor, and at first i thought it was gonna be a day trip.. but it was not to be. i'll tell you several things which pissed me off. really really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait ONE AND A HALF HOURS for dinner&lt;br /&gt;survive on 3 hours of sleep during the first day, 5 hours the next. no naps in between&lt;br /&gt;internet deprivation&lt;br /&gt;annoying uncles and aunties&lt;br /&gt;not being very able to fit in, as i'm like the odd one out. my older sister and brother had their 'gang', people already working and they discuss about investing money, err cpf (whatever that is, but i think it's like a singaporean epf wtf) and things which i wouldn't dream of understanding. younger brother had his own clique as well, boys his age gambling and playing mindless games.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to spend more time with my mother's side of the family as they're far more generous (yala i know that it's unfair to compare city ppl and kampung ppl blabla) and besides i can click more with them. far better, in fact. at least i don't look at my aunts in kl and cringe at their dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great now i'm feeling like a snotty superior city bitch (which i am) but i can't help it! everywhere is scorching hot in kluang and it sucks! the service everywhere was horrible! the dimsum was horrible! maybe cuz it's a small town therefore everyone knows everyone so perhaps there was no need to establish a reputation for good service? and yes i understand mandarin very well thank you very much it's just that i am so used to barking orders in cantonese in kl that it comes very naturally. and i hate it when people laugh at me whenever i pronounce a mandarin word wrongly. so luckily they did that to my brother and not me wtf. this is why i don't speak to my uncles and aunties! do they hear me laughing (outwardly) when they cannot speak english! and they call &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; patronizing. tsk. (just to clear things up i'm not a banana, in fact i can read and write mandarin reasonably well thanks. it's just the matter of speaking, sometimes i get a little tongue tied in the presence of a bunch of unfamiliar people speaking mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back my mom just had to stop at some organic shop which was horrible. and my dad left me and my brother in the car while they took 1 hour to get kentucky at some stop nearby which was even more horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, the whole trip wasn't entirely crap. at least i got to sleep in a nice room as opposed to a room which smelled of mothballs and had toads lurking at every corner of the cement floor (very dusty) waiting to pounce on your unsuspecting mouth. no i am not kidding because the times that i was there, indeed toads were jumping around in the room much to my mother's chagrin. (no err paternal grandma i am not trying to make you turn in your grave it's just that after your demise no one bothers to clean the house anymore least of all your very extremely useless second daughter in law who, seeing as she already inherited the house when marrying your second son, could at least smile once in a while)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why there has to be so much politics in this part of the family. with my amah(maternal grandma)'s side the only politic happens when someone has a new bag and can't wait to show it off wtf. granted, one of my mom's brother's wife and my mom dont really talk anymore but at least they are civilized to each other and when they meet during occasions they are pleasant and the only reason why the both of them can't get along is because they are too alike (ie bossy loud hot tempered annoying show offs). and yeah she's quite nice to me because when she goes to trips she'll buy stuff back and everyone knows i love gifts. of course she's not as nice as nini's mom who bought me a dior bag from hongkong before hoho(not mentioning billions of other stuffs she buys me here, sometimes i think she's nicer than my own mom but that cannot be true because a few days back i was very sick and my mom nursed me back to health because amah wasn't home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, gossip. can you imagine that my 29 year old cousin is dating someone my age! scandalous wtf. (actually it's not really a big deal but because that family is so hateable that we find every little thing in them to gossip about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because everyone in my family except for me and my younger brother are working, it really is rare that we get to spend time like this and as unexpected from me as it is, i'm actually quite surprised we got through without any arguments from me and my older brother. nice change, really. and my older brother is actually sarcastically funny when he's in the mood. so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i heard this ridiculous thing about singaporeans! did you know that in a hawker centre or whatever places you order food, they reserve seats/tables by putting tissue paper on the table! so ridiculous! i know this because i have a singaporean cousin and she said it's true when my brother told her that during a recent company trip, he was shooed away by these two girls who claimed that these seats were theirs by showing him not a packet of tissue, but a piece of tissue paper on the table they claimed to have placed there prior to ordering food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense! if anyone came up to me saying such things i will blow my nose into that tissue and say 'oh now it's gone' wtf. where got ppl so sad wan want to reserve table ask someone to sit down there la! yer! i am appalled by the stupidity of it all. use umbrella also not that bad la TISSUE PAPER. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay i'm sorry if i offended anyone but this is my blog so if i wanna say singaporeans suck, i can and i will. not that they do la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is the end of my post. did i just make you read it all? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy chinese new year! the best thing about cny is it lasts 15 days!!! (hah christmas hari raya new year deepavali can eat cny's dust wtf)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1694848964583308584?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1694848964583308584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1694848964583308584&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1694848964583308584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1694848964583308584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-tissue-paper-bookings-and-family.html' title='Of Tissue Paper Bookings And Family Bonding'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1527321651665299034</id><published>2007-02-18T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T17:01:35.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dum dum dum* it's all about the money *dum dum* it's all about the *dum dum dum dum dum dum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rubs hands together in glee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1527321651665299034?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1527321651665299034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1527321651665299034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1527321651665299034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1527321651665299034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everyone-dum-dum.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6529255224707937775</id><published>2007-02-16T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T04:17:58.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love, My Valentine</title><content type='html'>So I was told that i would be blindfolded in the car - which failed because i told him if he ruined my eye makeup i will make him pay dearly (by refusing certain pleasures in life wtf) - and he resorted to me putting back my seat as low as possible and closing my eyes. which itched so bad because of my fake eyelashes and my eyes started tearing halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was.. great. perfect. enchanting. and that's saying something coming from me because i like to pick at tiny non significant details and harbour over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the pictures were horrendous because i don't know why my new hair just does not agree with me. i'm suing dry cut 1 u ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painfully selected pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSymaSDBdI/AAAAAAAAAis/NWyqCXxNl5k/s1600-h/DSC02966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSymaSDBdI/AAAAAAAAAis/NWyqCXxNl5k/s320/DSC02966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031843056639477202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genting wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSym6SDBeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/CkGX6D5Wgug/s1600-h/DSC02967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSym6SDBeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/CkGX6D5Wgug/s320/DSC02967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031843065229411810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very blur picture of me and my pwetttyyy dress (yes i'm aware it makes me look pregnant but i dont care because i love the material and and it's lacy and and it's so pwetty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSynKSDBfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SKlcK_Q37ns/s1600-h/DSC02978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSynKSDBfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/SKlcK_Q37ns/s320/DSC02978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031843069524379122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh apparently i look like chuisan in this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSynaSDBgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ZJMzu4FtWdg/s1600-h/DSC02982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSynaSDBgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ZJMzu4FtWdg/s320/DSC02982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031843073819346434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pugin made me do this! and he smeared tomato sauce on my lips as well. sadist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSynqSDBhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/q07X5q45tW4/s1600-h/DSC02987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSynqSDBhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/q07X5q45tW4/s320/DSC02987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031843078114313746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my newfound love for oysters! prior to this i have never eaten oysters before because my mom told me if i ate one i will have stomachache for the next 3 days. but i ate like more than 10 (must make the meal worth pugin's money see i'm such a good girlfriend) and i'm still fine now! and the plate looks like that because i put so many oysters on the plate and to avoid stares i put some lettuce and salad-y vegetables on it to cover the amount of oysters i took. i'm such a genius *pats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0kaSDBnI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5m8VYjv1rAM/s1600-h/DSC02996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0kaSDBnI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5m8VYjv1rAM/s320/DSC02996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031845221302994546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok i just realized the pictures with me and pugin, either i look like shit or he looks like shit. so i have to settle for this one although you can so clearly see my pregnant belly wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all it was a wonderful night, accompanied by cheesy love songs that can only be played during valentines. (although i'm not sure 'without you' is such a good song choice..) the ambience was perfect, i felt so happy which surprised me because everytime i eat at expensive restaurants with pugin, i always feel out of place or weird. now i know, i need good ambience. as in not so many people, i'm claustrophobic wtf. no wait that's for enclosed spaces right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you baby, for going through all the trouble to surprise me and you did! which is quite a feat because most of the times i manage to guess what's up. i love you =) and happy almost 1 and a half years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AKSDBiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lmcNppdK1Iw/s1600-h/DSC03019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AKSDBiI/AAAAAAAAAjU/lmcNppdK1Iw/s320/DSC03019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031844598532736546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on ldp. i swear i'm not going to pj anymore from 5pm to 8pm. you cant see it from the pictures but i was wearing this off shoulder black dress which is my favourite thing in my closet now. it's short.. well not thatttt short but short enough. well maybe one more inch wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AaSDBjI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VWkhnRfT_nI/s1600-h/DSC03027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AaSDBjI/AAAAAAAAAjc/VWkhnRfT_nI/s320/DSC03027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031844602827703858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all dressed up to some seafood place, but i have an excuse because i just came back from hartamas! plus i thought i was going to laundry but i ended up staying there for 10 minutes wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AaSDBkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WCawKy8qP98/s1600-h/DSC03029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AaSDBkI/AAAAAAAAAjk/WCawKy8qP98/s320/DSC03029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031844602827703874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuisan, me (sorry lelen the one with me and you was a really bad picture so the one below will have to compensate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AqSDBlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/RxxvEKsUwSw/s1600-h/DSC03035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdS0AqSDBlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/RxxvEKsUwSw/s320/DSC03035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031844607122671186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lelen's cat, snowy! i've always wanted to kick her so when i did today, she scratched me playfully at first and then she got mad. stupid cat. i hate animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all, but i will edit this post once i upload more pictures from my phone. going off to watch a miniseries called triangle! quite nice ok don't laugh. about bermuda triangle and right now i've watched until the part where they start hearing voices and seeing things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6529255224707937775?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6529255224707937775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6529255224707937775&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6529255224707937775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6529255224707937775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-love-my-valentine.html' title='My Love, My Valentine'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RdSymaSDBdI/AAAAAAAAAis/NWyqCXxNl5k/s72-c/DSC02966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7372534028728408010</id><published>2007-02-13T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:38:46.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_______________T</title><content type='html'>ya ya i cut my hair and it's so short now i don't wanna live anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do NOT go to dry cut 1u i hate that place they don't even know how to blow my hair properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not be seen by the public nor take photos of myself until my hair grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes i'm being dramatic it's only 3 inches but it's so damn shorttttt my hair can't touch my stomach anymore and it's all frizzy due to the unexpertness of the stupid salon people)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7372534028728408010?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/7372534028728408010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=7372534028728408010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7372534028728408010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7372534028728408010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/tt.html' title='T_______________T'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6196970228820405940</id><published>2007-02-11T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:14:31.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minggu Aku</title><content type='html'>I actually went for classes. well.. some la, don't expect miracles. but i met my new french lecturer and omg he is an absolute delight! he insists on us calling him 'christopher (or some french equivalent)' and points to himself, nodding his head vigorously while saying 'kuai lou kuai lou kuai lou' hahaha! ok it's a you have to be there to see it kinda situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news that Li-Lynn's grandfather passed away, and i attended the service. got confused as to whether the service was for her grandfather or jesus but i guess i'm too shallow and unreligious to ponder about things like that. but shows like 'love actually' really did portray that funerals are about the dead person, not someone who was dead 2000 years ago? and also he was baptized like a few days before his death. okay i shall not say anything about this anymore because it's a very sensitive topic and i respect lilin's family a great deal. (but let me tell you if any religion fanatic - i'm not only against christians, muslims blabla but i'm also against anyone who takes anything too seriously - tries to convert me on my deathbed i will karate chop that person into a billion pieces, make no mistake) in any case i did pay my respects accordingly so stop judging me already. and the whole thing was just so incredibly sad, even more so when i hugged her grandmother. it really is heartbreaking, and i resolved then to treat my grandmother very much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was back in semenyih to attend lab from 10 to 5.30, did a very very stupid mistake but in the end my product was fine which sorta lifted my spirits up. but then my results were gonna be out on the very next day, which was a very good excuse to club the night away. so off to maison (i know a lot of people pronounce it the french way but i feel so much nicer pronouncing it mayyyy sennnns) i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realized that i need to apologize to everyone for something! i know i can be &lt;s&gt;a bit&lt;/s&gt; very cocky sometimes, especially if it's the first time i'm meeting you but i shall not be as cocky anymore. i know how annoying and hateable being cocky is (after meeting this girl and omg she was so fucking lan ci but, since the same thing has been said about me, i shall give her the benefit of the doubt..).. so i shall not be cocky anymore! next time i will greet everyone new with a big huge ass smile and talk a mile a minute ok! eh but that's annoying too T.T maybe i shouldn't meet new people *hides in shell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there were some really nice and friendly people too. maybe i should go for like a class. because everytime i meet new people, it's either i become damn 7 cocky or damn over friendly. i need to attend classes on how to meet and act in front of new people. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are pictures of my week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64pKSDBaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GbLgVqbOCmw/s1600-h/Image(1302).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030160851093620130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64pKSDBaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GbLgVqbOCmw/s320/Image(1302).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe me when i say i don't put foundation when i go out in the afternoon. but at night different story la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64paSDBbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/poC34lALO2c/s1600-h/Image(1304).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030160855388587442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64paSDBbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/poC34lALO2c/s320/Image(1304).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mafter maisons, yamchaing at the mamak down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64paSDBcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yNdmNFugePQ/s1600-h/Image(1301).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030160855388587458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64paSDBcI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/yNdmNFugePQ/s320/Image(1301).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gained one kg *dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64nKSDBYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FWKhrhBgpQY/s1600-h/17052007015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030160816733881730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64nKSDBYI/AAAAAAAAAhw/FWKhrhBgpQY/s320/17052007015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i took this picture of her while she was shitting wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64naSDBZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2i0dbcmd4zQ/s1600-h/07052007008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030160821028849042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64naSDBZI/AAAAAAAAAh4/2i0dbcmd4zQ/s320/07052007008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, people who know me/have met me before, was i cocky towards you? or nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya how could i forget to mention my results! it was okay, =) which is a huge burden lifted off my shoulders. and i think considering the amount of studying i did (right aud hahaha) i shouldn't be complaining at all. now all i have to do is maintain an average of 50 percent and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6196970228820405940?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6196970228820405940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6196970228820405940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6196970228820405940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6196970228820405940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/minggu-aku.html' title='Minggu Aku'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc64pKSDBaI/AAAAAAAAAiA/GbLgVqbOCmw/s72-c/Image(1302).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6854766575350103291</id><published>2007-02-10T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T03:59:10.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love</title><content type='html'>how you make me stand shorter than you in pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vJ6SDBUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HobItKaGgvk/s1600-h/theclub+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029798574897169730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vJ6SDBUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HobItKaGgvk/s320/theclub+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you make monkey faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vKKSDBVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yPza8K69Phw/s1600-h/theclub+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029798579192137042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vKKSDBVI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yPza8K69Phw/s320/theclub+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vKaSDBWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nzEQJYJNLJs/s1600-h/theclub+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029798583487104354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vKaSDBWI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nzEQJYJNLJs/s320/theclub+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you try (and fail) to look angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vKaSDBXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jEYieSnDgrQ/s1600-h/2sept+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029798583487104370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vKaSDBXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/jEYieSnDgrQ/s320/2sept+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sohai you are, even more so than me =p&lt;br /&gt;how short you are so i can appear taller next to you&lt;br /&gt;how you seem to never ever judge me&lt;br /&gt;how stupid and silly and crazy and funny you are&lt;br /&gt;how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;and how you've been there for me always, throughout the time we've known each other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see you in may/june (whenever you're back). have a great 22nd you old hag! muah much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6854766575350103291?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6854766575350103291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6854766575350103291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6854766575350103291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6854766575350103291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love.html' title='I Love'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rc1vJ6SDBUI/AAAAAAAAAhA/HobItKaGgvk/s72-c/theclub+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1549704038143129834</id><published>2007-02-07T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:51:50.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just received an incredibly sad news just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li-Lynn's grandfather passed away this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many condolences to the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may his soul rest in peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1549704038143129834?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1549704038143129834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1549704038143129834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1549704038143129834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1549704038143129834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-received-incredibly-sad-news-just.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8562803433119870117</id><published>2007-02-06T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:01:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Derlyn!</title><content type='html'>Reminder to self:&lt;br /&gt;check hair in mirror before leaving the house&lt;br /&gt;finish your makeup AT HOME, not in the car (at night without lights)&lt;br /&gt;make sure you have matching shoes and bags, if not then wear something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could sound sappy saying stuff like 'but eventhough so many disastrous disasters happened to me i had the best company to make up for it' yada yada but no sorry my appearance is too important wtf. (kidding la you know i love you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJ67TG7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/eM8RJRbx6lE/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJ67TG7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/eM8RJRbx6lE/s320/5+Jan+2007+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028277950488976306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to derlyn! happy 20th babe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLCK7THBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lqdSzDPYCP0/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLCK7THBI/AAAAAAAAAeg/lqdSzDPYCP0/s320/5+Jan+2007+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028281115879873554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLCa7THCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LDAMaXwcgBA/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLCa7THCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LDAMaXwcgBA/s320/5+Jan+2007+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028281120174840866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, derlyn, eugin (omg look at the state of my hair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLCq7THDI/AAAAAAAAAew/I-WO6ogfAtk/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLCq7THDI/AAAAAAAAAew/I-WO6ogfAtk/s320/5+Jan+2007+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028281124469808178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute right wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLC67THEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/r44gTVtaMzo/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLC67THEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/r44gTVtaMzo/s320/5+Jan+2007+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028281128764775490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be made illegal for girls to be above 5'4. or 5'3 for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLDK7THFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/TjLPenumhzo/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgLDK7THFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/TjLPenumhzo/s320/5+Jan+2007+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028281133059742802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI4q7TG8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/rYoB_LUqx84/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI4q7TG8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/rYoB_LUqx84/s320/5+Jan+2007+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028278753647860674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunny tooth! there i got singing teeth also wat. those who say i sing out of tune, this is to prove you wrong ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI467TG9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/PsaXGoussbM/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI467TG9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/PsaXGoussbM/s320/5+Jan+2007+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028278757942827986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharing cherry, reenacting the birthday girl's pose with some other girl haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI467TG-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/23oGwjWBSZA/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI467TG-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/23oGwjWBSZA/s320/5+Jan+2007+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028278757942828002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite &lt;s&gt;couple&lt;/s&gt; friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI5K7TG_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gSGR8atXz10/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI5K7TG_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/gSGR8atXz10/s320/5+Jan+2007+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028278762237795314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss for the beautiful birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI5a7THAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/SPmJMfaZgZo/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgI5a7THAI/AAAAAAAAAeY/SPmJMfaZgZo/s320/5+Jan+2007+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028278766532762626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err look at pugin's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJK7TG3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/l9jKe34BKck/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJK7TG3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/l9jKe34BKck/s320/5+Jan+2007+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028277937604074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lalat damn disgusting wan lor i tell u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJa7TG4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/AxnQNx4jdaM/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJa7TG4I/AAAAAAAAAdY/AxnQNx4jdaM/s320/5+Jan+2007+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028277941899041666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derlyn, jia meei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTVK7THGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3KgoghG-rWw/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTVK7THGI/AAAAAAAAAfI/3KgoghG-rWw/s320/5+Jan+2007+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028290238390410338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellip the pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTVa7THHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9OhNcKvTFz8/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTVa7THHI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9OhNcKvTFz8/s320/5+Jan+2007+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028290242685377650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i do not have different sized eyes in real life. but pugin does look like that in real life wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTVq7THII/AAAAAAAAAfY/ucmZQdXm0TA/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTVq7THII/AAAAAAAAAfY/ucmZQdXm0TA/s320/5+Jan+2007+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028290246980344962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTV67THKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bnagQ9ak2ZU/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTV67THKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/bnagQ9ak2ZU/s320/5+Jan+2007+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028290251275312290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;souled out moment. i really like their camera because i look the nicest in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJq7TG5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/FaiZnLFxx_g/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJq7TG5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/FaiZnLFxx_g/s320/5+Jan+2007+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028277946194008978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJ67TG6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/tp6vv94Dg9s/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJ67TG6I/AAAAAAAAAdo/tp6vv94Dg9s/s320/5+Jan+2007+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028277950488976290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, my friends, is why we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay we took 100 pictures that night! hahaha i had no idea we took so many. oh and lalat where's the picture of me and derlyn standing up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTV67THJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3WwSUT4b55Y/s1600-h/5+Jan+2007+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgTV67THJI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3WwSUT4b55Y/s320/5+Jan+2007+126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028290251275312274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 20th derlyn!&lt;br /&gt;you've got one of the nicest smiles i've ever seen, and you're so cheerful and and the bestest gossip buddy ever. has been great knowing you, and also having to tolerate numerous questions from guys asking 'can i have her phone number?' and fighting them off for you. we really don't see each other as often as i'd like. so call me out more often la! =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you had a great one! and sorry la we couldn't serenade you. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna give the link for more pictures, but on second thoughts.. no! cuz i sieved through all the pictures to get okay looking ones of me and i just saw one very horrible picture wtf. so no ok goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-8562803433119870117?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/8562803433119870117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=8562803433119870117&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8562803433119870117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8562803433119870117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-birthday-derlyn.html' title='Happy Birthday Derlyn!'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcgIJ67TG7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/eM8RJRbx6lE/s72-c/5+Jan+2007+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6822380563631339598</id><published>2007-02-02T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:23:55.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disarray</title><content type='html'>Pictures only, cuz i gotta get ready in a bit for hannah's party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9q7TGxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GUJguKd-kDo/s1600-h/20-08-06_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026890156361325330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9q7TGxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GUJguKd-kDo/s320/20-08-06_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9q7TGyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SLAkz_TGXCw/s1600-h/Image(1283).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026890156361325346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9q7TGyI/AAAAAAAAAbw/SLAkz_TGXCw/s320/Image(1283).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha spot the similarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9a7TGvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pqnSnHZyUzs/s1600-h/DSC02875+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026890152066358002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9a7TGvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pqnSnHZyUzs/s320/DSC02875+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accessories from diva and err a few other places. i got myself a tinkerbell charm (loveeee it) and a few gold longggg necklaces from selfridges and diva (which i absolutely adore) but left in semenyih so no pictures sorry. i also bought a fake lizard wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9a7TGwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wKX_uso14K0/s1600-h/DSC02876+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026890152066358018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9a7TGwI/AAAAAAAAAbg/wKX_uso14K0/s320/DSC02876+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very unclear picture of my white dress, worn to la bodega with a black sash. cats whiskers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYXa7TGpI/AAAAAAAAAao/DGc8AjbeQXg/s1600-h/DSC02864+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026888399719701138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYXa7TGpI/AAAAAAAAAao/DGc8AjbeQXg/s320/DSC02864+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shorts from sg wang. a shop where they played techno chinese new year music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYXq7TGqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Oxw678I-Vu4/s1600-h/DSC02868+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026888404014668450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYXq7TGqI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Oxw678I-Vu4/s320/DSC02868+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brown halter with really nice neckline cuz makes my boobs look bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYX67TGrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OLFo3uB1uoo/s1600-h/DSC02870+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026888408309635762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYX67TGrI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OLFo3uB1uoo/s320/DSC02870+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rm19.90! i do believe it's my cheapest halter ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYX67TGsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tD7u8YVfzcs/s1600-h/DSC02871+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026888408309635778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYX67TGsI/AAAAAAAAAbA/tD7u8YVfzcs/s320/DSC02871+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new favourite pair of heels. 3 and a half inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9K7TGuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EvH6-O2yN2Q/s1600-h/DSC02874+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026890147771390690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9K7TGuI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/EvH6-O2yN2Q/s320/DSC02874+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple skirt with gold thingie at the back which i'm trying to remove. cats whiskers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYYK7TGtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7XKVp8X4rKo/s1600-h/DSC02873+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026888412604603090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMYYK7TGtI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7XKVp8X4rKo/s320/DSC02873+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purple smocked tube top with lavender err layer at the bottom. damn sweet so i bought it although i have 210983021 smocked tube tops already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMau67TGzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/na4tEzht6M0/s1600-h/Image(1284).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026891002469882674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMau67TGzI/AAAAAAAAAb4/na4tEzht6M0/s320/Image(1284).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li-lynn and i in chuisan's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMavK7TG0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/Hn6HXk3M98Y/s1600-h/Image(1285).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026891006764849986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMavK7TG0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/Hn6HXk3M98Y/s320/Image(1285).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha sohai chui san hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMavK7TG1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/6mVvdg4hlJk/s1600-h/Image(1287).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026891006764850002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMavK7TG1I/AAAAAAAAAcI/6mVvdg4hlJk/s320/Image(1287).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no more bye gotta go get ready yala i'm wearing the same top from previous post la can't i repeat my clothes just once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMe3K7TG2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/oMNOZPUE78A/s1600-h/DSC02879+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026895542250314594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMe3K7TG2I/AAAAAAAAAdE/oMNOZPUE78A/s320/DSC02879+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my toe! quite nice right! i didn't want all the reds and pinks because err dunno why i forgot but this one also quite nice right if a bit dull! gonna get my nails done soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the monotony of my purchases. my patterned tops/skirts/dresses phase has been outgrown but i'm sure it will come back on in a while. just that whenever i open my closet i see plenty of patterns. plus it's so recognizable haha so people would know if i have worn it before or not. what's it with girls and remembering clothes huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have other purchases but since i worn them before ady they will not be up. (except for the white dress, couldn't resist cuz it's so pretty :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok really gotta run. not gonna bathe haha bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6822380563631339598?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6822380563631339598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6822380563631339598&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6822380563631339598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6822380563631339598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/disarray.html' title='Disarray'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RcMZ9q7TGxI/AAAAAAAAAbo/GUJguKd-kDo/s72-c/20-08-06_1757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3312656501700570789</id><published>2007-02-01T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:16:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Escapade</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone i have news for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping at sungei wang on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, Pang Tze Ching went Sg Wang shopping and actually managed to buy stuff there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please wipe that shell shocked looks off your faces now. Especially you, Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before any of you people who don't know me start calling me conceited, high-and-mighty, prissy and like names, let me tell you that i've never denied being any of these things! and sorry la but i am proud being like that (although deep down inside i'm like a closet cheapskate wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into Sg Wang again was such an experience for me. i mean i can still recall the few times i've been there (with my ex incidentally, laugh all you want because i was one of the high school girls belonging in the first class dating someone from the last class) i actually felt okay. but when i was there on tuesday, i felt so weirded out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a girl who was wearing army pants with army socks! which didn't cover her feet! AND SHE WAS WELL ABOVE 40! i think she was doing it to torture me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and there was this girl whose hair was exploding all over her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plenty who carried gucci/lv bags. and i went into one shop which sold gucci bags for rm55.90. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i went into a shop i couldn't last 5 minutes in there. the music was giving me a headache. and finally i found a shop which played buttons. (redrummurder wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem but i'm really glad i went there and i would like to go there again cuz everything was so cheap! and cats whiskers get their stuff from sg wang ah don't think i don't know wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they have a lot of shoes! wheee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay next time i'll go fully equipped (ear plugs and all) and scrouge for the bestest bargains around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post up pictures of my recent buys next post (when i get back to my camera) and i have a party to attend on friday. so, expect loads of pictures during the weekend! have a nice week muah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3312656501700570789?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/3312656501700570789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=3312656501700570789&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3312656501700570789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3312656501700570789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/02/shopping-escapade.html' title='Shopping Escapade'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6036726423224280793</id><published>2007-01-29T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:08:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Curly Hair Should Always, Always Be Maintained.</title><content type='html'>and why i should not be lazy to put on decent makeup (because back when i was 18 mascara was adequate, well now it's definitely not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna grow old. i think i'll overdose on prozac and die well before wrinkles materialize on me. if i ever grow old i'll lock myself up in a room and not see anyone. or i'll just like carry a cardboard over my wrinkled face with my nicest photo ever glued to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my place on friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nCWVoSUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/K_JLb_6LijA/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025356418013219138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nCWVoSUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/K_JLb_6LijA/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got different sized eyes T.T that's why i don't smile ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nCmVoSVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CKKiskUgXNA/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025356422308186450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nCmVoSVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/CKKiskUgXNA/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see see dark circles T.T eh i heard about injecting Vitamin C to your body to make your skin appear really fair and smooth. it's not that expensive too like err rm100plus for a vial or something. maybe i can like grind the tablets into some soft paste and inject it into my body wtf. or i can eat sheep placenta wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nC2VoSWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Giavez0LtUM/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025356426603153762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nC2VoSWI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Giavez0LtUM/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw jia meei looks damn cute here. like like baby wtf. and i look like a monster next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nC2VoSXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9G-rnoHjy4I/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025356426603153778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nC2VoSXI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9G-rnoHjy4I/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look who just woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nDGVoSYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nFmS0ZNX_U0/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025356430898121090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nDGVoSYI/AAAAAAAAAZc/nFmS0ZNX_U0/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaah damn fugly hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pA2VoSZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yu4v6vq7AHQ/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025358591266670994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pA2VoSZI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yu4v6vq7AHQ/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugin is a paedophile because he pulled down nini's pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pBGVoSaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Bd0PwQNZyjM/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025358595561638306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pBGVoSaI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Bd0PwQNZyjM/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiameei and nini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pBGVoScI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DVsCDq3oNgU/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025358595561638338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pBGVoScI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DVsCDq3oNgU/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing with my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pBGVoSbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0LiXHP3VpGw/s1600-h/Camwhoric+Friday+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025358595561638322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2pBGVoSbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/0LiXHP3VpGw/s320/Camwhoric+Friday+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there really is nothing more special than a child's laughter, a fact which most will realize soon enough. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay pointless entry. i'm woke up with a headache which is why i'm not in class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i was working with my sister on err half of saturday and err half of sunday. my pay? i got myself a free pedicure at the nail parlour next door. okay it's my first time getting one and and the person even managed to paint my small toe! i have beautiful white flowers and gold sequin like things with different hues of blue as its background on my big toe now! although my right one is slightly distorted due to ahem someone stepping on it. eh damn cheap ok manicure + pedicure rm48! but i didn't do manicure because my nails are all of different lengths and yes i bite my nails. they're really brittle and break so damn easily and for the love of god i do not know why. which is why i don't really care about my nails, i just leave it be. and i can't imagine why people say it's relaxing. all i felt like doing was going back to work wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just typed a whole paragraph on nails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6036726423224280793?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6036726423224280793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6036726423224280793&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6036726423224280793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6036726423224280793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-curly-hair-should-always-always-be.html' title='Why Curly Hair Should Always, Always Be Maintained.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rb2nCWVoSUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/K_JLb_6LijA/s72-c/Camwhoric+Friday+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1393483956552126240</id><published>2007-01-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:47:10.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping</title><content type='html'>I read once in &lt;em&gt;Shanghai Baby&lt;/em&gt;(weird book, i only bought it cuz it seemed glamorous that it was banned and burned in china wtf) that sleeping together and sex are actually two very different, very separate things yet so closely intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought i understood this theory. i mean it seems so simple at first sight doesn't it? you can have sex with simply anyone (well if you don't have promiscuity issues la) but the fact is you can't feel comfortable sleeping with just anyone. simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact really hit me one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i lay sleeping with two friends next to me - giggling and doing things to each other which just proved to me that denial will never ever be lost among those who seek solace in not admitting their true feelings - a strange, unknown feeling came over me. i felt lost, and at that exact moment i knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be his breath down my neck. it wouldn't be him nuzzling my neck, brushing away my hair and using his hand as a hairclip so my hair doesn't tickle him wtf, wouldn't be him holding my hand, wouldn't be him aligning to a certain way and me complimenting that so we would be in our position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew that even if i'm 1783021 miles (that's how they measure in the UK right?) away from him, even if we don't speak as often as we do, even if we don't see each other for months and months on end.. i just wouldn't be able to let some other guy sleep next to me, with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1393483956552126240?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1393483956552126240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1393483956552126240&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1393483956552126240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1393483956552126240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleeping.html' title='Sleeping'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6284913777510944783</id><published>2007-01-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:53:39.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here To Help You With The Load.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Port Dickson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, i have been to Redang, Pangkor, Perhentian, Penang, Tioman but i've never ever been to Port Dickson. and for a good reason. The water was such a murky brown and the sand was as coarse as Chui San's voice when she was a man. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here are the pictures and i should be given 1293820 pats on the back for posting up pictures of myself totally devoid of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6QWVoSGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/x18IJQxl7Og/s1600-h/Image%281273%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6QWVoSGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/x18IJQxl7Og/s320/Image%281273%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023899805624584290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not this one. ChuiSan and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6Q2VoSII/AAAAAAAAAWk/8AdXgDIYUEw/s1600-h/Image%281269%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6Q2VoSII/AAAAAAAAAWk/8AdXgDIYUEw/s320/Image%281269%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023899814214518914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real purpose of mirrors. yeah la i damn short la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh8m2VoSSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/l-483iMZFLA/s1600-h/Image%281263%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh8m2VoSSI/AAAAAAAAAX0/l-483iMZFLA/s320/Image%281263%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023902391194896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and eugin in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6Q2VoSJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gLLsNDoDC9A/s1600-h/Image%281268%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6Q2VoSJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/gLLsNDoDC9A/s320/Image%281268%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023899814214518930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in our room! it was really nice okay. well really nice for less than 50 per person anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6RGVoSKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YFXPTdWJGcQ/s1600-h/Image%281266%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6RGVoSKI/AAAAAAAAAW0/YFXPTdWJGcQ/s320/Image%281266%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023899818509486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a birthday kiss for my birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7fWVoSLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lR-0qCKjDlw/s1600-h/Image%281270%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7fWVoSLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/lR-0qCKjDlw/s320/Image%281270%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023901162834249906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look damn horrible in this picture but the both of them look nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7fmVoSMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/e4KHZCEbTzw/s1600-h/Image%281265%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7fmVoSMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/e4KHZCEbTzw/s320/Image%281265%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023901167129217218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah without makeup. nothing. well except filling in the bald spot on my eyebrows wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7fmVoSNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ei8vZ3VXaNs/s1600-h/Image%281260%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7fmVoSNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ei8vZ3VXaNs/s320/Image%281260%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023901167129217234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my hair got stuck in the sunnies. in kk's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big thankyou for kwo kuang who drove us there, and to sue ann who did all the bookings (thanks for the wonderful trip! :D ) and basically to everyone else who made the trip really fun. btw sue ann if you're reading this, i want pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the 22th of january, my favourite girl turned 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7f2VoSOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/G-ZGF9Ex4fk/s1600-h/Image%28980%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7f2VoSOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/G-ZGF9Ex4fk/s320/Image%28980%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023901171424184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're always fucking photogenic. haha chuisan, with her kompressor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh8m2VoSRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OmdjmS3GcYw/s1600-h/Image%28954%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh8m2VoSRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/OmdjmS3GcYw/s320/Image%28954%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023902391194896658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was so hard for me to find a picture where you look bad in. this one will do although i look worse wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7f2VoSPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QBA-yD6siaU/s1600-h/Image%281258%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh7f2VoSPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/QBA-yD6siaU/s320/Image%281258%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023901171424184562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were the one who really helped me through bad times, the one who never, seriously never, failed to be there for me. and always said the right things at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although we do not agree with each other sometimes, we always always manage to work things out. well kinks here and there are testaments to a good friendship, never be afraid to disagree right? haha and you know there are things i don't agree on, but i still love you with all my heart and i always will. even more if you get me nice handbags wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had a great birthday. it took quite some brainpower to distract you okay! and hahaha you better use the present i gave to you asap. la senza deiiii yummy boobies wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay a port dickson part 2 will be coming up (when i get more high quality pictures). and i promise a long wordy post soon. must use my brains a bit la if not rotting ady how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice almost weekend, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6284913777510944783?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6284913777510944783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6284913777510944783&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6284913777510944783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6284913777510944783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-here-to-help-you-with-load.html' title='I&apos;m Here To Help You With The Load.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/Rbh6QWVoSGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/x18IJQxl7Og/s72-c/Image%281273%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1685925858850199127</id><published>2007-01-22T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T02:45:30.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bodega</title><content type='html'>This is the third time i've been to La Bodega though i strongly suspect that i went to different ones as the La Bodega i went to for the first time sported a much nicer deco and the ambience was to die for. either that or they changed owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the initial plan was to celebrate Chui San's birthday 2 days early but since she couldn't make it due to the (umpteenth) wedding dinner she had to attend, we celebrated Kae Shin's birthday 3 days earlier instead. (plus there's gonna be another celebration on wednesday, can't wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvFwEGSRI/AAAAAAAAATU/JxQZkK04Zh0/s1600-h/DSC09285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvFwEGSRI/AAAAAAAAATU/JxQZkK04Zh0/s320/DSC09285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022550522784532754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual the night started with me and lilin making full use of the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvGQEGSSI/AAAAAAAAATc/lE5mrkC3YEs/s1600-h/DSC09275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvGQEGSSI/AAAAAAAAATc/lE5mrkC3YEs/s320/DSC09275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022550531374467362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hweeyin, kaeshin, lilin, puisan and eilyn's boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvGwEGSTI/AAAAAAAAATk/vxVK3vc4Ujw/s1600-h/DSC09276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvGwEGSTI/AAAAAAAAATk/vxVK3vc4Ujw/s320/DSC09276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022550539964401970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha i forgot to pluck my eyebrows properly so the arch a bit weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvHAEGSUI/AAAAAAAAATs/4boK5G0XZMQ/s1600-h/DSC09277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvHAEGSUI/AAAAAAAAATs/4boK5G0XZMQ/s320/DSC09277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022550544259369282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;archibald tze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvHQEGSVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GUkBXCG2f5U/s1600-h/DSC09278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvHQEGSVI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GUkBXCG2f5U/s320/DSC09278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022550548554336594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha lilin with a manic smile hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxSgEGSWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dGUyOmbRDMI/s1600-h/DSC09280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxSgEGSWI/AAAAAAAAAT8/dGUyOmbRDMI/s320/DSC09280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022552940851120482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with my shirley temple as i was too stingy to order a main course wtf. shopping &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxTAEGSXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pqLBxd3cH6k/s1600-h/DSC09281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxTAEGSXI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pqLBxd3cH6k/s320/DSC09281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022552949441055090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxTQEGSYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/H-7K1Hx3mQc/s1600-h/DSC09287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxTQEGSYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/H-7K1Hx3mQc/s320/DSC09287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022552953736022402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mah roomie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxTgEGSZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QVueVKQhhsQ/s1600-h/DSC09288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxTgEGSZI/AAAAAAAAAUU/QVueVKQhhsQ/s320/DSC09288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022552958030989714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eilyn's boobs, constipated me and lilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" hre="" f="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxUQEGSaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/axB0WgDQR2c/s1600-h/DSC09292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOxUQEGSaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/axB0WgDQR2c/s320/DSC09292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022552970915891618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half candid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this is a lot of pictures getting lazy to caption all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOyoAEGSbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iUvwrc6ZKCs/s1600-h/DSC09301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOyoAEGSbI/AAAAAAAAAUk/iUvwrc6ZKCs/s320/DSC09301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022554409729935794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwee yin and kaeshin looking extremely happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOyowEGSdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PWVTNs_xlVg/s1600-h/DSC09302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOyowEGSdI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PWVTNs_xlVg/s320/DSC09302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022554422614837714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwee yin and kaeshin with darling puisan who baked the cake with darling eilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOypAEGSeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9TtxVRvSl_U/s1600-h/DSC09304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOypAEGSeI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9TtxVRvSl_U/s320/DSC09304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022554426909805026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk bad cameraman. wasn't me i swear! (was it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOzqAEGSgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/74gT4-0b_vg/s1600-h/DSC09303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOzqAEGSgI/AAAAAAAAAVM/74gT4-0b_vg/s320/DSC09303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022555543601302018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yummylicious cake! damn yummy! baked by puisan and eilyn, some cadbury recipe. damn yummy k my dinner that night wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's not her birthday yet there will be no birthday wish. and i'll be off to pd with eugin and my uni friends tomorrow whee! can't wait to frolick in the pool in my bright blue bikini (which incidentally makes me look flat but i don't care because my boobs have grown to size 32B from 32A wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice week everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i leave you with the best picture that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOypgEGSfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/e4jH2X5uLFM/s1600-h/DSC00558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOypgEGSfI/AAAAAAAAAVE/e4jH2X5uLFM/s320/DSC00558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022554435499739634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just makes you wanna marry me doesn't it? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1685925858850199127?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1685925858850199127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1685925858850199127&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1685925858850199127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1685925858850199127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/la-bodega.html' title='La Bodega'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbOvFwEGSRI/AAAAAAAAATU/JxQZkK04Zh0/s72-c/DSC09285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2459938420220075269</id><published>2007-01-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:23:44.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbG_IgEGSQI/AAAAAAAAATE/_P5jEuSB9TQ/s1600-h/z70349099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022005212261796098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbG_IgEGSQI/AAAAAAAAATE/_P5jEuSB9TQ/s320/z70349099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbG9egEGSPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZOb89JmBxW4/s1600-h/Image(1198).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022003391195662578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbG9egEGSPI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ZOb89JmBxW4/s320/Image(1198).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday Miss Stephaine Tee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now you're as old as me. 20 years of age and you've already acquired yourself 2198321749 bags. and getting a new one soon right? ahahaha lv speedy dei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the shit we went through during the early stages of knowing each other, for being so rightfully silly at times, for making me lose a friend who was never really worth it in the first place, and for being just you. :) oh and for hanging up on me when i called you to say goodbye at 6am in the morning HMPH. haha and for the countless times you've laid the guilt on me for not sending you off. eh fuck 6am la tiu who can wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great one alright? i'm sure you will. and get me something nice (and ahem expensive) from the UK come june k? =)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_______________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what never fails to make me cry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;with any luck, by next year - i'll be going out with one of these girls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now, let me say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without hope or agenda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just because it's Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And at Christmas you tell the truth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To me, you are perfect&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my wasted heart will love you - Until you look like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've watched this so many times but everytime i need a sob fest i'll watch it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2459938420220075269?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/2459938420220075269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=2459938420220075269&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2459938420220075269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2459938420220075269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-20th-birthday-miss-stephaine-tee.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbG_IgEGSQI/AAAAAAAAATE/_P5jEuSB9TQ/s72-c/z70349099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-5638333270677024994</id><published>2007-01-19T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:06:43.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Quality Pics</title><content type='html'>Because i can once again look pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i can once again paint my face and experience a high like never before (i love putting on makeup, so.. therapeutic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i feel like breaking things now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more so when i look at some pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crying can, and must, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVGwEGSMI/AAAAAAAAASE/Q4CNsslTQfc/s1600-h/Image(1252).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021677527731947714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVGwEGSMI/AAAAAAAAASE/Q4CNsslTQfc/s320/Image(1252).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVHAEGSNI/AAAAAAAAASM/f20L8K89Z2E/s1600-h/Image(1253).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021677532026915026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVHAEGSNI/AAAAAAAAASM/f20L8K89Z2E/s320/Image(1253).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVHAEGSOI/AAAAAAAAASU/taPphDEilZ0/s1600-h/Image(1256).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021677532026915042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVHAEGSOI/AAAAAAAAASU/taPphDEilZ0/s320/Image(1256).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to maisons, lynn driving. i think i asked her to drive my car just so that i could camwhore hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCToQEGSHI/AAAAAAAAARc/3zKPliqSApc/s1600-h/DSC01643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021675904234309746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCToQEGSHI/AAAAAAAAARc/3zKPliqSApc/s320/DSC01643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuisan, lelen, me. bad bad bad picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTogEGSII/AAAAAAAAARk/lrvFHfAK4c0/s1600-h/DSC01645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021675908529277058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTogEGSII/AAAAAAAAARk/lrvFHfAK4c0/s320/DSC01645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and jessie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTowEGSJI/AAAAAAAAARs/8lGgCQHdUtQ/s1600-h/Image(1249).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021675912824244370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTowEGSJI/AAAAAAAAARs/8lGgCQHdUtQ/s320/Image(1249).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTowEGSKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kLL2SGg0MKw/s1600-h/Image(1250).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021675912824244386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTowEGSKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/kLL2SGg0MKw/s320/Image(1250).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTpAEGSLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_G2I_PcQdFA/s1600-h/Image(1251).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021675917119211698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCTpAEGSLI/AAAAAAAAAR8/_G2I_PcQdFA/s320/Image(1251).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have deduced that my good angle is not my good angle because it's my good angle. my good angle was my good angle because i had hair covering my fat cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a haircut badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been calling you to see.. if you're sleeping are you dreaming if you're dreaming are you dreaming of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-5638333270677024994?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/5638333270677024994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=5638333270677024994&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5638333270677024994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5638333270677024994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/low-quality-pics.html' title='Low Quality Pics'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RbCVGwEGSMI/AAAAAAAAASE/Q4CNsslTQfc/s72-c/Image(1252).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2045555142540534122</id><published>2007-01-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:00:26.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wanna meet up with me fai fai book me wtf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2045555142540534122?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/2045555142540534122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=2045555142540534122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2045555142540534122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2045555142540534122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/exams-are-overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-who.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-975937560173905564</id><published>2007-01-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:31:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Scared That I'll Never Get Put Back Together</title><content type='html'>Things I Would Be Doing On Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;1. nothing&lt;br /&gt;2. nothing&lt;br /&gt;3. nothing&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna sit down, and stare into space. no this is not one of the romantic stuff you read about. nothing about dreaming a little bit, planning my future, imagining myself in a vera wang wedding gown, nothing of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be doing, like, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a luxury isn't it, to be able to do absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;*dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a horrible day for me. during my physpharm paper i spent the first hour puking and diarrheaing and the second hour trying (and failing) to answer the questions. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know why i'm doing pharmacy! i have zero interest in what i'm reading (i am serious) and it doesn't even come close to my ambition! (which is becoming a full fledged super rich tai-tai who can play mahjong everyday and be a loyal customer of louisvuitton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious that has been my dream ever since i was 6. well perhaps got a bit of variation here and there but the main plot has always been: get married to rich guy no need work the end. well when i was 6 it was like i would dream that i have been adopted by my parents who actually are not my parents and i'm actually a descendent of some big shot king. then then they'll whisk me away one day and i'll be a princess! married to the most handsomest prince ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and a few years after that it became marriage to old rich dying man for obvious reasons. so now maybe i can still do it and keep eugin as toyboy hoho. *schemes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway here are a few pictures i took because i had too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuAEGSEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S04TEjWPipc/s1600-h/Image(1235).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019528656809510978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuAEGSEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S04TEjWPipc/s320/Image(1235).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha this is how i'd look like if i wear leggings like everybody else and with a waist cincher to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuQEGSFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KyjC5pZh_Kg/s1600-h/Image(1234).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019528661104478290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuQEGSFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KyjC5pZh_Kg/s320/Image(1234).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cool ok. no im not wearing singlet la wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuQEGSGI/AAAAAAAAARE/HEdCFGIXRYE/s1600-h/Image(1233).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019528661104478306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuQEGSGI/AAAAAAAAARE/HEdCFGIXRYE/s320/Image(1233).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn cute ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuAEGSDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ggW_MhPuneI/s1600-h/Image(1236).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019528656809510962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuAEGSDI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ggW_MhPuneI/s320/Image(1236).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the love of my life. =))) the other day she was watching final destination 3 with me, and at this scene where 2 girls died a horrible death (being fried in the tanning machine) she was watching so intently. after a while she turned to me, and smiled while writhing and screaming ahhahaha. poking fun at the scene wtf. ok la it's really damn cute ok u'll have to see in real life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la now i wanan go hibernate again. i've lost all will to live T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-975937560173905564?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/975937560173905564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=975937560173905564&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/975937560173905564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/975937560173905564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-i-would-be-doing-on-wednesday-1.html' title='So Scared That I&apos;ll Never Get Put Back Together'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RajyuAEGSEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/S04TEjWPipc/s72-c/Image(1235).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3918955340484998625</id><published>2007-01-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:49:17.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this is the most i've studied in all my 19 years put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know there's something wrong when i enter exam halls in white sweatpants (unwashed), ratty top and white jacket. wearing my glasses. my fringe pushed very far back with my hairband. hair tied up in a tight bun. obviously zilch makeup. (whereby 21073291 ppl asked me about my shaved eyebrows wtf it was an exam procrastination gone wrong ok but it will grow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it didn't bother me at all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first paper (i would name it but i dont think anyone would understand cuz i didn't wtf) was okay. harder than i expected but it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second paper (microbiology) HOLYMOTHEROFGOD i wanted to like commit suicide when i saw the essay questions. i finished in the span of an hour and the other hour i spent scraping nail polish off my nails and putting my arms into my sweater and flinging the sleeves about. and putting my feet on the chair and see whether my pants could cover my feet or not. and err go to toilet wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh 3 more to go. physiology and pharmacology, chemistry and pharmaceutic technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so ugly in my life :(((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3918955340484998625?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/3918955340484998625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=3918955340484998625&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3918955340484998625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3918955340484998625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-this-is-most-ive-studied-in-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-8855276602498293756</id><published>2007-01-06T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:45:16.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PM FUCKING S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZ9srjACvOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gmRWQmQ_OMs/s1600-h/27-09-06_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016848005299616994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZ9srjACvOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gmRWQmQ_OMs/s320/27-09-06_2215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need nice pictures to remind me that i look like this even when a total fugly stranger is staring back at me in the mirror wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is gonna be my last lengthy post for a while because i cannot afford to procrastinate anymore! exams are less than 48 hours away (shudder) and i have yet to study for monday's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can like fake some 'extenuating circumstances' and have more time to study for exams. so far the only two i know are 'death in family' and obviously 'sick'. anyone knows whether you can get hospitalized for a bad cough? or maybe if i don't sleep for the next 48 hours i can be hospitalized for extreme fatigue. or if i don't eat i can get hospitalized for anorexia! *plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway there's something someone said which pissed me off. he said &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'i don't like to read her blog, i don't like bloggers who only talk about themselves. even in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; blog i don't talk about myself.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right when i clicked on his blog it's about him returning from places, how happy his family was to see him yadayada FUCK OFF LA NOT ABOUT YOU THEN WHAT! YEEEE I PALING BENCI PEOPLE LIKE THAT WAN LA MAHAI HYPOCRITE KAU KAU! (not like i'm not one la but i'm someone who realizes it wtf and trust me it does make a huge lot of difference. one being you get hated another being you get hated more wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't want to mention names here but most of you should know who i'm talking about. and you if you know that it's you i'm talking about then so sorry la who ask you to say you don't read such blogs? because you don't read that's why i post la since got zero chance of you to ever come across this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not offended because i don't think i only talk about myself. of course i only talk about myself la duh. i talk about myself only in real life too wat. and obviously also gossip la about other people, one of my favourite favourite past times. you're talking about the girl who stalks blogs very regularly and reads celeb gossip sites religiously ok. i am offended because said person has already framed me twice so obviously what else he said will piss me off also. i think even if he was walking he would also piss me off wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first he says that i flirt with a guy on his blog in the comment box. excuse me do you even &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; what flirting is? okok fine nevermind i can let this go! maybe it's all just a misunderstanding, maybe hmm. benefit of the doubt people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after that one incident, he claimed that i was dancing with a guy on the podium in maison. and told my boyfriend. and then gossiped about me to another friend. saying that i was only with two friends la, no other friends la he's very sure of that la blablabla. even when my friend said i was with so and so he was so adamant about it and said 'nooo she was only with this angmoh and another girl'. aiyah that one small matter la BUT WTF I DIDN'T DANCE WITH ANY GUY IN MAISON OK FUCK OFF LA! some more go make false report to eugin! wtf! go die la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i thought usually guys are quite down to earth, and at the very least leave the gossiping to us females? well at least we gossip, this person downright spins utter lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la i know this blog post is kinda irrational but i am very very very pissed off. today's a pissofftzeching day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate doing things for people who are not worth it. i mean if you expect something out of someone, like say just sacrificing a bit of sleeping time or maybe just go that extra mile, and they can't do it, then what? how? even when you've done all two, and perhaps much much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when i decide to write people off, sorry, because you're not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my period is late la tiu. must be due to stress, must be due to stress, must be due to stress. *chants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZ9srTACvNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/c9O_S6y0GFY/s1600-h/23-09-06_1949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016848001004649682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZ9srTACvNI/AAAAAAAAAQU/c9O_S6y0GFY/s320/23-09-06_1949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of doing a post about my eyelids soon. should i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer: all pictures are taken wayyyy before i cut my fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm going to study for monday's exam which i haven't started on yet. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-8855276602498293756?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/8855276602498293756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=8855276602498293756&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8855276602498293756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/8855276602498293756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/pm-fucking-s.html' title='PM FUCKING S'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZ9srjACvOI/AAAAAAAAAQc/gmRWQmQ_OMs/s72-c/27-09-06_2215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-2256620847166392839</id><published>2007-01-05T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T05:08:37.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Are Stupid; Throw Rocks At Them!</title><content type='html'>Above title is what's written on the shirt that i'm gonna wear one day. i just have to find the shirt first. any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okok i'll like paste a bright yellow post-it there 'all except eugin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MichaelJackson says:&lt;br /&gt;i want to ask u one question also..&lt;br /&gt;Jamiroquai says:&lt;br /&gt;ok?&lt;br /&gt;MJ says:&lt;br /&gt;Do u have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;well i mean i find you attractive and stuff that's it&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;MJ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok..&lt;br /&gt;MJ says:&lt;br /&gt;thats good..&lt;br /&gt;MJ says:&lt;br /&gt;bcoz i dont want ppl liking me secretly and hurt themselves..&lt;br /&gt;MJ says:&lt;br /&gt;might as well clarify it&lt;br /&gt;J says:&lt;br /&gt;haha dont worry im not at that stage where it hurts or anything LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why la why? why! hahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women should only date women from today onwards. we're nicer to look at, and we're better anyway ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph. and yeah yeah noone wants to buy my shirt. i'll just give it to the orphanage or something. or use as floor mat wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY EXAMS TO BE OVER IT'S RUINING MY COMPLEXION I NEED RETAIL THERAPY I FEEL SO FUGLY I HAVEN'T GONE OUT WITH MAKEUP SINCE THE HOLIDAYS EXCEPT DURING CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEARS I FORGOT TO BATHE FOR 2 DAYS BECAUSE MY BODY CLOCK IS SO SCREWED UP I HAVE BEEN LIVING IN PYJAMAS OMG I WANNA DIE SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME *flings self off balcony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-2256620847166392839?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/2256620847166392839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=2256620847166392839&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2256620847166392839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/2256620847166392839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/boys-are-stupid-throw-rocks-at-them.html' title='Boys Are Stupid; Throw Rocks At Them!'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-7017912173259297946</id><published>2007-01-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:02:52.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with their tanks and their BOMBS and their BOMBS and their guns</title><content type='html'>Please stop requesting for pictures of my new hairstyle because until i rectify it i will NOT post a picture of my fugly fringe. over my dead body. over my armpit hair wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first few moments of 2007 was spent in eugin's arms, watching the okayokayonly fireworks at the curve. he came to surprise me just when i thought i was gonna usher in the new year with Hugo &amp; Russell's Pharmaceutical Microbiology. (very good book btw, everyone should read it. or i can lend you my photostated copy wtf. plagiarism wtf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbbxsjbiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/j14Md4XjWH4/s1600-h/Image(1200).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015843880250338850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbbxsjbiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/j14Md4XjWH4/s320/Image(1200).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikano starbucks, the first picture of 2007. yeah i know i look very nice in this shot. yeah i know eugin doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbcBsjbjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/unSW9pXajJ4/s1600-h/Image(1201).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015843884545306162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbcBsjbjI/AAAAAAAAAO8/unSW9pXajJ4/s320/Image(1201).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbcRsjbkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-8e3VuUmuSQ/s1600-h/Image(1203).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015843888840273474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbcRsjbkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-8e3VuUmuSQ/s320/Image(1203).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i said i lost weight! well this picture is proof that i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbchsjblI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Qw1rmnoi4V0/s1600-h/Image(1205).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015843893135240786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbchsjblI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Qw1rmnoi4V0/s320/Image(1205).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha you can look up my nose wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbcxsjbmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rWu1NgB39ao/s1600-h/Image(1206).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015843897430208098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbcxsjbmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rWu1NgB39ao/s320/Image(1206).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, li xiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, and what post is complete without selfshots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvdZhsjbnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AtmfJRF-840/s1600-h/Image(1207).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015846040618888818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvdZhsjbnI/AAAAAAAAAPc/AtmfJRF-840/s320/Image(1207).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did my makeup in the car. without lights and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvdZxsjboI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yElsGTs8yJA/s1600-h/Image(1210).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015846044913856130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvdZxsjboI/AAAAAAAAAPk/yElsGTs8yJA/s320/Image(1210).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having an intense argument regarding this picture (with myself) . do you think this picture looks better or the picture in the previous post? quick quick tell i wanna post in friendster as my display pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvdaBsjbpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rFlA1_OQ4UQ/s1600-h/Image(1192).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015846049208823442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvdaBsjbpI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rFlA1_OQ4UQ/s320/Image(1192).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and i'm thinking of selling this top. i only wore it like once and i got it from penang at some weird small boutique. ok i'm not selling yet ok i'm just considering. cuz i've never sold anything before and how do i even give it to people! plus one of the sequins dropped off ady. but it's nice though, just that it doesn't fit me thatttt well. if you must know i look like i have fake boobs in it. maybe i'll just give it to chui san as her birthday present wtf. then at least i don't have to curb my spending this month for her gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm hitting the books again! *scowls* i need retail therapyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have a question: how many cups of coffee can you ingest without getting caffeine poisoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and.. why no one notice i have lyrics at my sidebar! damn cool ok the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-7017912173259297946?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/7017912173259297946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=7017912173259297946&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7017912173259297946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/7017912173259297946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/please-stop-requesting-for-pictures-of.html' title='with their tanks and their BOMBS and their BOMBS and their guns'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZvbbxsjbiI/AAAAAAAAAO0/j14Md4XjWH4/s72-c/Image(1200).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1595222251365897692</id><published>2007-01-01T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:42:24.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year, May We All Have Our Hopes, Our Will To Try.</title><content type='html'>eh google's icon damn cute! g2007e! so creative that i bet they employed one of my distant relatives to come up with it. who obviously stole the idea off the various doodlings in my notebook. *pats self on back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, not studying and pretending to be studying has taken its toll on my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i just did a very unimaginable thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon when i was getting ready to study (getting ready being staring at a single line yet not deciphering what the hell it means) i stared at my reflection in the mirror. (yeah vainpots need mirrors surrounding them) then i came up with an ingenious idea, which is.. why don't i change my hair parting? since my left eyebrow (the one exposed) is the very much uglier one and my nice angle is my right side, i should change my parting to see the better side of my face, and with the better eyebrow right! (duh this is an old trick every single girl knows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i changed my parting, and miraculously i looked so much better save for one little flaw: because my hair has been parted to the right for ages, obviously my hairdresser would leave more hair on one side compared to the other. so by changing my parting i am making one side of my head so much more.. poofy-er than the other. and because my fringe is too long, i looked like a housewife who has long passed her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i did what most &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; boys would do. i took a scissors and snipped off my fringe. IN ONE STRAIGHT LINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, pang tze ching did something to her hair herself instead of waiting for the hairdresser to do it. i feel so proud even typing these words out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be a very good end to the story if not for the fact i look like a 8 year old girl who went for a haircut at the local indian barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm the things i do to avoid studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the salon first thing tomorrow but i'm not sure whether i have enough time left to hit the books or not. =((((( so it's either i sacrifice my hair (the horror!) or i sacrifice an hour of precious studying time. ok i think i'm going to the salon. i don't even know whether the hairdresser would be able to save it or not. =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, new year's eve was great. i went for a very impromptu celebration and watched fireworks in the car, one hand in eugin's and the other hand holding my mascara wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i end this post with pictures (well no more because blogger is being a first class cibai and i have to use the really really really slow imageshack) and a very heavy heart for i now look like crap. laugh all you want but the next time you see me, do not be awed by my awesome face, changed simply by a glorious sweep of the hair! *flips very very short ugly bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i forget, i have to tell you guys something which took place last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching some wah lai toi drama with cecilia cheung in it, and i announced to the living room, 'she's really pretty hor.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, nini came over and looked at me and said, 'jie jie so pretty hor.' and and she stroked my face, climbed onto my lap and hugged me, her chin nestled so lovingly on my shoulder and little arms all wrapped tight around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all should have more moments like these, a pure innocent soul telling us things with absolutely no intentions whatsoever that we really have no choice but to believe him/her. moments like these which put a smile on our faces anytime, anywhere. i guess as you grow older, you tend to appreciate moments like these even more - not the compliment part, but the whole.. simplicity of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess real happiness - be surprised as you really rarely hear things like this from me - doesn't have a price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZk5ZxsjbhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4pMmZqoZlRE/s1600-h/image1209qp6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015102775053479442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZk5ZxsjbhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4pMmZqoZlRE/s320/image1209qp6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy new year, everyone! although 2007 will be a year of trials and tribulations *violin music playing in background* for me, i hope that it'll be a great year for everyone else. especially for the people i love. and people who read me of course. muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay done! yay i love you blogger &lt;3&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-1595222251365897692?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/1595222251365897692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=1595222251365897692&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1595222251365897692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/1595222251365897692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-may-we-all-have-our.html' title='Happy New Year, May We All Have Our Hopes, Our Will To Try.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZk5ZxsjbhI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4pMmZqoZlRE/s72-c/image1209qp6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-3485628335606614003</id><published>2006-12-30T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:26:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/01/year-2005-in-review.html"&gt;my year 2005 in review &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i failed a few papers due to my laziness and discovered that passing, let alone getting As like how i was used to, needs a lot of hard work. i spent most of 2006 learning that lesson. right now, i'm not sure i learned it enough because i'm sitting down here blogging instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered the meaning of friendship. i learned to value those who truly need to be valued instead of placing too much importance on the right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost weight. (i always wonder why a minority of people get angry when people say they've lost weight. my favourite compliment is 'eh you lost weight ah' and i'll be over the moon for a few days wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things started to take its toll on me and i crumbled several times. now i know that no matter how close you are to anyone - anyone at all - you must be smart enough to never let people override you and not to give in to people so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned to really open my eyes, and not to be blinded by love and affection. and i saw what was clear and true. i learned to forgive, but i have not yet learned how to forget. maybe 2007, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to live with my partner. i learned how to pack so quickly and adequately i surprise myself. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shopped so much that my dad had to take away my card for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understood fully what love is, and am still learning how to love completely. an emo post coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved out of my hostel and moved into a room shared with 2 other girls. and despite what people tell me, it has been one endless journey of bonding, sharing, talking, and just being girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to redang and found the perfect place to go with eugin before i leave to uk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my emails, my msn and my friendster got hacked by a certain someone. funnily only my blog was left untouched, even though it had the same password as everything else. seems ms hacker wanted to know so much about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned the art of stalking blogs and perfected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i welcomed my overseas friends back. and saw that so much had changed, yet so much remained the same. truths were (un)revealed, facades were stripped off, yet different tales came about. unknowingly, this would catch up with me later, a pivotal point i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met the people that made so much difference in my life. &lt;s&gt;you know who you are.&lt;/s&gt; (i hate this phrase when it's being used in other people's blog cuz it's so subjective) my love aud, jiameei, suet and a few other unmentioned cuz i don't want to tepuk sebelah tangan wtf. i consider the summer of 2006 one of the best changing points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally have presentable eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/732/image6013zd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5673/1221/1600/DSC07821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5673/1221/320/DSC07821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this (not perfect, but very very very big improvement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrated my one year anniversary with eugin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed all my resits. not exactly with flying colours but much better than i expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;permed my hair again, and got the best curls this time around. although i'm seriously thinking of doing something else to my hair. dyeing, maybe? or maybe just let it grow naturally since i haven't seen the natural state of my hair since i was 15. that wouldn't be too bad since i have a curling iron and a straightening iron too. *ponders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started uni for the second time. readjusted. became a really good student for a month or less, and skipped classes the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found that a certain person has been plagiarizing me, got fucking pissed off. and is still fucking pissed off because i cannot comprehend why people like that, when the truth is already so obvious staring them in the face, can still say that they're right? by using my words, no less? hahahaha hahaha haha ha..... ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the love of my life turn 2, and watched her learning new words and i swear every single new thing she picks up makes me so goddamn proud. sigh you guys will never understand! one day when you have your own child then maybe. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZY9Ya88UzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g5LnRZLoDSM/s1600-h/Image(1191).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014262724884714290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZY9Ya88UzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g5LnRZLoDSM/s320/Image(1191).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all;&lt;br /&gt;2006 has been a real journey of self discovery, and this journey has led me to understand myself better, and to value myself above others. it has also taught me how to handle situations, and to avoid karma biting me in the ass. i wouldn't say i want 2007 to be like 2006, rather i want 2007 to be a year full of happiness, laughter and genuine joy AND OF COURSE MORE CASH, MORE BAGS AND MORE CLOTHES AND MORE SHOES *salivates. although i do feel like i'm asking for too much, but i really hope it'll come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-3485628335606614003?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/3485628335606614003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=3485628335606614003&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3485628335606614003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/3485628335606614003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/12/recollections.html' title='Recollections.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZY9Ya88UzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g5LnRZLoDSM/s72-c/Image(1191).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6263448822701650914</id><published>2006-12-26T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:30:32.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Held Your Face In My Hands.</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve was spent at Derlyn's place, stuffing ourselves with really good food and extremely good company. well, everyone except lalat. wtf. actually the sole reason for inviting him was for his camera. which had to run out of battery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5tq88UpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l-lSbkq5etY/s1600-h/Dc31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012851317026869906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5tq88UpI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/l-lSbkq5etY/s320/Dc31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, eugin and lalat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5t688UqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gl5Vdcq-R7I/s1600-h/Dc32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012851321321837218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5t688UqI/AAAAAAAAAMY/gl5Vdcq-R7I/s320/Dc32.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me eugin looking very happy, and lalat again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5t688UrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CwHACjc7gaQ/s1600-h/Dc33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012851321321837234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5t688UrI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CwHACjc7gaQ/s320/Dc33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i really that heavy until he can't lift me up straight! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5u688UsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0zWQKzD_K4I/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012851338501706434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5u688UsI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0zWQKzD_K4I/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze, jiameei and derlyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5vq88UtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ub4DI5LLqJM/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012851351386608338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE5vq88UtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ub4DI5LLqJM/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fellip derlyn eugin lalat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ga88UuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iMA94j5PeuM/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012855487440114402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ga88UuI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iMA94j5PeuM/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze, fellip, jiameei and derlyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ha88UvI/AAAAAAAAANA/v-fwo6iueUE/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012855504619983602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ha88UvI/AAAAAAAAANA/v-fwo6iueUE/s320/Picture+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9iK88UxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U3Hag7ZIGOU/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012855517504885522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9iK88UxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/U3Hag7ZIGOU/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ia88UyI/AAAAAAAAANY/72sAPP-2Zg0/s1600-h/Picture+025(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012855521799852834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ia88UyI/AAAAAAAAANY/72sAPP-2Zg0/s320/Picture+025(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was busy looking out for a cockroach because the boys refused to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to the curve (excluding derlyn), and look who i found/saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_g688UfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XQt6eC8f4jw/s1600-h/christmas!+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012787326309126642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_g688UfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/XQt6eC8f4jw/s320/christmas!+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suet! who has been busy sleeping, too busy in fact to meet up with me. *grunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tat's camera ran out of battery at this point. hence low quality pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw kwo kuang, wanted to give him a christmas hug whereby he stepped on my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it throbbed for a while so i thought nothing happened, and i said hi to a few friends of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i looked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw my entire big and err second toe covered with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah thank you kwo kuang for making me not being able to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_hK88UhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WNgBinAf8sc/s1600-h/Image(1179).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012787330604093970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_hK88UhI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WNgBinAf8sc/s320/Image(1179).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a lot lim kwo kuang. yes that's dried blood. and my wedges was literally soaked with blood after he dislocated my toenail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_hK88UiI/AAAAAAAAALE/EA9HgEm5vrg/s1600-h/Image(1180).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012787330604093986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_hK88UiI/AAAAAAAAALE/EA9HgEm5vrg/s320/Image(1180).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 10381728931 apologies, he said 'at least your little toe has company now'. just becuase i have a retarded little toenail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_ha88UjI/AAAAAAAAALM/9LokjIjud-Q/s1600-h/Image(1186).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012787334899061298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZD_ha88UjI/AAAAAAAAALM/9LokjIjud-Q/s320/Image(1186).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new mac eyeliner on top of my chemistry notes and my pink pencil, yes i chew my pens/pencils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 in less than a week. don't really know what i've learned in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right, i've learned a lot. maybe next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ha88UwI/AAAAAAAAANI/LOvSSVJDxZE/s1600-h/Picture+011(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012855504619983618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RZE9ha88UwI/AAAAAAAAANI/LOvSSVJDxZE/s320/Picture+011(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your holidays, and study please for those with upcoming papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6263448822701650914?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6263448822701650914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-5355315682983500371</id><published>2006-12-25T04:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:32:02.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Up, Light Up.</title><content type='html'>got back an hour ago from damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've been the only thing that's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In all I've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my christmas eve at derlyn's house with extremely good food and then later at sanctuary, curve with eugin(of course), litat, jiameei, feelip, jess and her really nice friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can barely look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But every single time I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know we'll make it anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mac eyeliner really doesn't smudge! wore it from 8 till about 3? and it was perfectly fine, even when a drunk guy smashed into my eye. was so paranoid my fake eyelashes would just unglue itself because he really did make my eyeball hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be right beside you dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first few minutes of christmas was spent in a flurry of hugs and kisses with loved ones. and the later part was spent in a bleeding blur. *raises eyebrows questioningly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To think I might not see those eyes&lt;br /&gt;Makes it so hard not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures will be up when i get them from litat (you better be efficient boy). i'm wearing yet another pretty red dress! whoever says it's the same one/looks almost the same will get a swift kick from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have heart my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're bound to be afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone! sorry i don't have any christmassy templates because i am html illiterate. which explains why my template still does not consist of all my narcissistic pictures. hmph. someone really has to teach/do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy new year! =))))) i had a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-5355315682983500371?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/5355315682983500371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=5355315682983500371&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5355315682983500371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/5355315682983500371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-back-hour-ago-from-damansara.html' title='Light Up, Light Up.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-6581091476989636409</id><published>2006-12-23T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:30:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Hunting.</title><content type='html'>So anyway, i went dress hunting about a week before my birthday. i didn't want to post the pictures up then obviously because where got syok if people say the ones i didn't buy is nicer than the ones i bought! i will cry wan ok because once a friend (AHEM POH SEIK) said my new hairstyle was ugly and i cried during tuition (in a class of 30 or so students). when i was 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QFq88UaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tpxg8-nMmZU/s1600-h/Image(1075).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011679649948520866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QFq88UaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tpxg8-nMmZU/s320/Image(1075).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topshop! i really like this dress (not as a birthday dress, of course not, but as a normal dinner dress very nice wat!) but it was too big for me that's why i didn't buy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QF688UbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kztqZ6eQj5s/s1600-h/Image(1076).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011679654243488178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QF688UbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kztqZ6eQj5s/s320/Image(1076).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topshop. too slutty. ( but i kinda like it =(( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QGK88UcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S-TzJOxmuIM/s1600-h/Image(1077).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011679658538455490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QGK88UcI/AAAAAAAAAKA/S-TzJOxmuIM/s320/Image(1077).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss selfridge. looks too much like lingerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QGa88UeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8iJIBP8L54s/s1600-h/Image(1081).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011679662833422818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QGa88UeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/8iJIBP8L54s/s320/Image(1081).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my beautifullll forever21 dress! nice right nice right! &lt;3 i fell in love with this almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought another one from miss selfridge (ok ok eugin bought) and im not gonna post it here cuz i haven't worn it yet. i'm so kiasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya lah i know la my face damn fugly la without makeup and my hair hahahaha like shit. omg i cant believe i dared to go out looking like that. i was wearing beach shorts with high heels hahahahaha. wait till i go for derlyn's christmas thing tomorrow (which i'm not technically invited to but who cares i'm going anyway huh *muka tebal) and dress up nice nice ok! with thick makeup all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of makeup, i just got back from mid valley, bribed by my mom to take my grandma shopping. her bribe consisted of mac eyeliner (apparently smudge proof, will try it out and see for myself) and mac blusher (which is matte so will last a lot longer, will try it out and tell blog readers how it is). kookai lady gave me rm33 for my mom (she overpaid for some shit) which obviously (i've obviously been using obviously too much in this post) went to my makeup fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is once again complete. i never felt the same again after losing my kose black kohl pencil (together with a white highlighter thing) in hannah's car and breaking my blusher into pieces. ah just as well since red earth's blusher lasts for like 10 minutes. the mac one better be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok i wanna sleep now and study later. i haven't been studying since i got home ohplsgodhelpme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-6581091476989636409?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/6581091476989636409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=6581091476989636409&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6581091476989636409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/6581091476989636409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/12/dress-hunting.html' title='Dress Hunting.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RY0QFq88UaI/AAAAAAAAAJw/tpxg8-nMmZU/s72-c/Image(1075).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-999030988133109164</id><published>2006-12-20T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T01:42:32.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It A Wonder?</title><content type='html'>that i chose this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYk1SK88UUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PGZ9MLXdyGY/s1600-h/Image%281164%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYk1SK88UUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PGZ9MLXdyGY/s320/Image%281164%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010594646720270658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWT688UZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sKeYMeadupA/s1600-h/Image%281165%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWT688UZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sKeYMeadupA/s320/Image%281165%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010630960668758418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this (image blurred cuz my face WAHHH DAMN FUGLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at forever21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, clever looking tze ching. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other pictures from my birthday, taken shamelessly off &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/thiathia"&gt;cynthia&lt;/a&gt;'s blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWTK88UWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cVyj6d82dIM/s1600-h/DSC03137copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWTK88UWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cVyj6d82dIM/s320/DSC03137copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010630947783856482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, eugin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWTa88UXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/thyn98otYLY/s1600-h/DSC03109copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWTa88UXI/AAAAAAAAAJI/thyn98otYLY/s320/DSC03109copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010630952078823794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praevin, litat, cynthia's bag, eugin, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWTa88UYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rA2hvbqARmE/s1600-h/DSC03104copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYlWTa88UYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rA2hvbqARmE/s320/DSC03104copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010630952078823810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preavin, weird looking eugin, me, cynthia and rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. really. have. to. start. studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is a many splendoured thing. i used to think that if you really love someone, and that someone really loves you, then you'll get through anything and everything. well that was when i was 16. then reality happened, and i know that for love to actually work, both of you have to sort of have the same status in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are couples out there with different backgrounds whatsoever, then it's good for them that it works. but when you get in a relationship like that, i trust you can't be too naive to think that as long as there's love, you can overcome anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it does depend on what kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;respect. understanding. trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a very bad temper which flares out at any possible moment. (poor eugin) and i almost never think i'm wrong, which attributes to the manymanymanymany arguments i have with people closest to me. usually i'll need them to talk to me first, to soften up first then i'll feel like scum and so freaking guilty that i'll apologize (in my own way of course, i rarely say sorry) by being very very very nice to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i kinda lost the reason i wanted to write this down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had a big fight with eugin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a romantic and say that love really does conquer all, but we all know it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for patient boyfriends then. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i'm wrong he's right (because i'm tze ching therefore i'm always right) but my reactions do not make me right. two wrongs, no right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but patience does wear thin, so when even that comes.. will you still love me, tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my greatest fear will always be - what if regret comes too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do we overcome the two biggest destroyers of love; time and change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-999030988133109164?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/999030988133109164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=999030988133109164&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/999030988133109164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/999030988133109164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/12/isnt-it-wonder.html' title='Isn&apos;t It A Wonder?'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYk1SK88UUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PGZ9MLXdyGY/s72-c/Image%281164%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-889179574427545451</id><published>2006-12-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:57:31.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excuse For Dresses.</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Audrey on msn about geishas in japan, do they still exist, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh but why nowadays ppl still want geishas to entertain them&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;got free porn all&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;and women also become damn liberated ady&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf cos its culture wat do u know wtf&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;and last time no education wat! that's why ppl wanna be geisha&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i think jap women still not so lor&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think if i were born during then also i wanna be geisha&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;like my host father n bro when they want more rice my host mum has to get it for them&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha ya me also i always say i wanna be geisha&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;n yeff say he wanna be samurai wtf&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;then we'll meet one day when he's back from fightin a war for the emperor&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;meet in the teahouse wtf&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;n then i'm somebody else's mistress but we like each other wtf&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;*imagines&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;YEFF SAY HE WANNA BE SAMURAI HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*irrelevant convo here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah no la the last part all i think myself wan&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;u try to mention to yeff la&lt;br /&gt;tzeching. says:&lt;br /&gt;see u kena laugh at your face or not wtf&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha shaddup la damn romantic ok my storyline&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe tat happened in my past life&lt;br /&gt;aud ❤ says:&lt;br /&gt;tats y it came so easily to me wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahhaha eh aud your stupidity sometimes amazes me so much that i choke on my own saliva wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog on such a regular basis nowadays as an excuse to not start on my studying. die la die la i got 5 subjects to study for but i have only 3 weeks! how how how! *hyperventilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the christmas dinner pictures, carefully sieved through and meticulously selected. so click on it and view properly ok? don't waste my efforts wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo5q88UHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JBzLcfbSuFA/s1600-h/CIMG2966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009455131767099506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo5q88UHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JBzLcfbSuFA/s320/CIMG2966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pharmacy year 2 students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6K88UII/AAAAAAAAAGU/PKJF9yXMP_U/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009455140357034114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6K88UII/AAAAAAAAAGU/PKJF9yXMP_U/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am smiling with one tooth protruding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6a88UJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9HfyjeBpyco/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009455144652001426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6a88UJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9HfyjeBpyco/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul me chuisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6q88UKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wMg_qhunLRU/s1600-h/DSC00255+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009455148946968738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6q88UKI/AAAAAAAAAGk/wMg_qhunLRU/s320/DSC00255+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuisan hweeyin me sorry i was having a bad hair day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6688ULI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HtdGFNR-x-w/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009455153241936050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo6688ULI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HtdGFNR-x-w/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and chuisan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0K88UMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rB9VSqM3iV8/s1600-h/DSC00285+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009457236301074626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0K88UMI/AAAAAAAAAG0/rB9VSqM3iV8/s320/DSC00285+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0a88UNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zr_fV-eIAPU/s1600-h/DSC00279+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009457240596041938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0a88UNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/zr_fV-eIAPU/s320/DSC00279+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puisan me eilyn. we've been housemates for over a year now and we're surviving, still loving each other in the process. :D who said girls are all catty? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0a88UOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vox4L1qMxg8/s1600-h/DSC08945+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009457240596041954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0a88UOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vox4L1qMxg8/s320/DSC08945+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cropped everyone out and used it as my msn display pic. (okay la jiameei cropped for me) these are some of my juniors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0a88UPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GQw28qxLZ_M/s1600-h/DSC08964+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009457240596041970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0a88UPI/AAAAAAAAAHM/GQw28qxLZ_M/s320/DSC08964+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minghooi, liling and me. ohh i love minghooi's dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0q88UQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gc0zDdhpU_k/s1600-h/DSC08979+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009457244891009282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUq0q88UQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gc0zDdhpU_k/s320/DSC08979+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sara. i heard that sara is featured in the cleo cover girl search thing. persian mixed. very sweet in person. my junior as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUr4K88URI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FXYOhbnpUOc/s1600-h/IMG_1890+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009458404532179218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUr4K88URI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FXYOhbnpUOc/s320/IMG_1890+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have such tall friends? T.T audrey and suet where are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUr4K88USI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPZWEPsO_Cs/s1600-h/IMG_1907+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009458404532179234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUr4K88USI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rPZWEPsO_Cs/s320/IMG_1907+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me chuisan paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUr4a88UTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sknUE4TGLqs/s1600-h/XmasDinner2006+023+(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009458408827146546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUr4a88UTI/AAAAAAAAAHs/sknUE4TGLqs/s320/XmasDinner2006+023+(Large).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be a me and szulyn picture only but everyone else jumped in. T.T and the other one of me and her.. something went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all for this week. comment ok i damn sad the other day got no comment in my previous post T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10008105-889179574427545451?l=tzeching.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/feeds/889179574427545451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10008105&amp;postID=889179574427545451&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/889179574427545451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10008105/posts/default/889179574427545451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tzeching.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-talking-to-audrey-on-msn-about.html' title='An Excuse For Dresses.'/><author><name>tze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08425136492436463083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='11' height='32' src='http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/742/dscf15431lg5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lMZzhsA2RzM/RYUo5q88UHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/JBzLcfbSuFA/s72-c/CIMG2966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10008105.post-1950144680236527662</id><published>2006-12-16T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:37:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversity?</title><content type='html'>While waiting for our steam distillation to run its course the other day during lab, my lab partner asked me a very normal question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your parents know you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said, yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they like him? does &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; parents know about you? does his parents like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, yes and i suppose so. or rather i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she gave a slightly shocked nod, and asked me: is it alw
