<?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-8123426</id><updated>2011-08-03T12:35:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master All Adversity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-2087611447934382195</id><published>2009-07-24T14:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:50:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dell</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I've ever set foot (literally) on this blog of mine. To tell the truth, I kind of miss Creative Writing.. which doesn't matter anyway since I've missed my chance when I was in Form 5, finishing my SPM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with the time pasts, there's alot to tell which I don't really know where to start. Should I start with my current dilemma or the happy stories I've got in my memories with my new found friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a group of new found friends, good friends to be exact, when I started working in Dell (I'll share the dilemma next time). Whenever we had a bad customer, we'll just confide in each other, then make a joke out of it. Just so that we can stay calm and pull the stress off and get ready to take the next call. You see, our job was like in "Hell". We get calls from customers complaining, whether it's missing, wrong, damaged, or late delivery. At that time, we were in-charged of the Australian &amp; New Zealand customers before we "expand our horizon" to the Malaysian &amp; Singaporean customers as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn alot from joining a huge MNC company. Whether it's dealing with outside customers or dealing with internal customer OR dealing with incompassionate boss (which I never really cared). Also, jealousy takes charge within colleagues too, then back-stabbing. Whenever we dealt with the outside customers, we'll heave a sigh, laugh, then try to solve their problem (if it is solveable). I'll give you an example of customers I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Thank you for calling Hell, my name is Z. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;C: I WANT TO COMPLAINT! I received this item in a VERY BAD CONDITION and I WANT a replacement NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Z: Very well sir. Could you please tell me the Service Tag of your computer and kindly explain what kind of bad condition are you having with your computer.&lt;br /&gt;C: WHAT COMPUTER? I'm talking about MY BATHTUB!&lt;br /&gt;Z: &amp;*%#$@!&amp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Thank you for calling Hell, my name is Z. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;C: Well, dear, I just want to tell you something about the "Hell" logo. It seems that the 'E' is falling off! And since I've told you that, I believe I have saved your company an amount of loss to rectify the next batches of new computers. Thus, I would also like to have a compensation since the logo on my computer is not rectifiable.&lt;br /&gt;Z: ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: Thank you for calling Hell, my name is Z. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;C: I WANT A ROYALTY PAID TO ME BY YOUR COMPANY!&lt;br /&gt;Z: May I know why, M'amm? &lt;br /&gt;C: Because my last name is also 'Hell'. You need to pay me money for using my name or I'll sue you!&lt;br /&gt;Z: $#@!^**&amp;%$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example 4 (My colleague got this call and this is a classic joke of all times!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Thank you for calling Hell, my name is M. How may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;C: Yes. I just received this wireless keyboard that I bought 2 days ago and I want to exchange it for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;M: Oh, why is that, sir? From what I've gotten from my colleague in the Technical Support Dept, it's still working fine. What other problems have you encounter to make you change your mind?&lt;br /&gt;C: I DON'T CARE WHAT OTHER PROBLEMS THERE IS. I STILL BELIEVE THIS KEYBOARD IS SPOILT AND I WANT A NEW ONE, NOW! &lt;br /&gt;M: Please explain, sir. I need to know so that we can keep up a good quality and customer satisfaction to customers like you. &lt;br /&gt;C: Ok. Whenever I type normally, it's fine. BUT WHENEVER I TYPE IN MY PASSWORD, IT JUST APPEARS 'STARS'! &lt;br /&gt;(What the customer meant was this star---&gt; '******')&lt;br /&gt;M: -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the customers' behaviour that makes us guffawed out loud in the office during lunchtime. Sigh.. now I'm starting to miss it as I'm already out of 'Hell'. But then again, I BELIEVE going out of 'Hell' will give me a refreshing new start.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends from Dell... shall be missing you guys lots!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MD-1EILqvjU/SmlkaFRG3cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/j7aKlwYCDlw/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MD-1EILqvjU/SmlkaFRG3cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/j7aKlwYCDlw/s320/P1010147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361927230614592962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-2087611447934382195?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2087611447934382195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=2087611447934382195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/2087611447934382195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/2087611447934382195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/dell.html' title='Dell'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MD-1EILqvjU/SmlkaFRG3cI/AAAAAAAAAAg/j7aKlwYCDlw/s72-c/P1010147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-7807042207149326567</id><published>2008-08-01T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:04:10.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Blink of an Eye</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eye, 10 months passed. &lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, I've resigned from my second job.&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye, I've made plenty of good friends... and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies when you are either busy with work or having fun, which in my case, would be the latter. I've enjoyed myself in my previous company. I have, again, gained some other knowledge in the other field, like Geography, time zones, cultures and celebrations, languages, pronunciations, accents or different slangs used in different countries. It's really interesting to know for a fact that the Filipinos love to stress on the vocal "e" and consonant "r", eg. "Meeesterr" for "Mister"; or to master the Indian accent, you need to swing your head around while speaking to the get that perfect accent whereby you would stressed on each and every consonant in the word and silent the "h", eg. "eXCuse Me, Can YoU PLeaSe TeLL Me hoW To GeT To BaNJaRa hiLLs iN iNDia?" ( I can give you a very good imitation if you ask me nicely.. hehehe...); or the Thais loved porns so much that they even add it to their names, eg. Pornchai, Panuporn, Sukhaporn (which sounds like 'suka-porn' in the malay language).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, over here, your seniority rise up fast. Blame it on the high turn-over ratio. Working with them for 1 less than 1 months, you're considered a newbie, 6 months makes you an old-bie, 12 months makes you a grand-bie, and 18 months and above you're called a hag-bie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I liked very much is the happy hour after 5.00pm on a Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Hands off the phones! Get down the stairs! Go to Hardwicke! Have a beer!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate! It's another TGIF! Another week gone! In a blink of an eye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-7807042207149326567?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7807042207149326567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=7807042207149326567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/7807042207149326567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/7807042207149326567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In a Blink of an Eye'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-286451913360585375</id><published>2007-10-20T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:57:23.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>710</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I had a killer laugh when I found this funny thing in my E-mail and I thought, why not share it? Here goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This doesn't mean all women are stupid when it comes to cars....          &lt;br /&gt;But there always some exceptions?                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was having some work done at the Ford dealer. A woman came in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other, and the mechanic asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" She replied, "You know, the                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Little piece in the middle of the engine. I lost it and need a new one. It                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Had always been there." The mechanic gave the woman a piece of paper and a                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Pen and asked her to draw what the piece looked like. She drew a circle  and               &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of it wrote 710. He then took her over to another car which  had the hood up and asked, "Is there a 710 on this car ?" She pointed and   said, "Of course, it's right there."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Let's she what she meant by "710"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/710.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-286451913360585375?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/286451913360585375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=286451913360585375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/286451913360585375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/286451913360585375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/10/710.html' title='710'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-4906405742146454775</id><published>2007-09-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T03:10:41.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet's Accident</title><content type='html'>Like many other nights, I was chatting happily with &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; before going to bed. Then suddenly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; wants to hung up because it's time for him to drive back from Nyalas to Bukit Beruang. It was a long dark night to drive, which the journey will take him approximately 45 minutes to reach his destination. I told him to call me back within the 45 minutes, if not I'll assume he's stuck somewhere along the way with no phone receptions and a spoilt car. I even threatened to call his parents if he does not agree. He just briefly 'hrmmph' at me and assure me that it'll be just like a normal routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 minutes, my phone rang. My eyes budged weirdly at his name appearing on the screen wondering how had he reached Bukit Beruang in 30 minutes. That is just impossible! I press the green button on my phone and Sweet's voice came into my ear a while later. His voice is stable, but I think I did hear trembles on and off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;: Sweet, don't tell me you've reached Bukit Beruang now? You speeding??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: Z, I want to tell you something. Stay calm, OK. I had an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;: *Gulped* Are you serious? Don't play games with me. This is a serious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not playing. This is a serious accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;: Have you called your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, I called them before I called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;: (I am wondering how terrible the crash is, but decided to ask him later as I can hear his voice trembles a bit but tried very hard to stay cool) Are you hurt anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: I'm alright. Just a few bruises, don't worry. Look, I can't talk long. I need to settle some 'business' here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;: OK. But PROMISE me you will call me after you've finished whatever you need to do OK? I don't care what the time is, I will wait for your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: Sure, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4am, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; called me to reassure that everything is OK. Later in the evening, I called to see how has he been holding up, wanted to kay-poh the whole story. Apparently, he's still so steady. I'm so proud of him. I would have freaked out if I have a terrible accident in the middle of the night and in the middle of nowhere,where I have to send my car to the metal scrapers. =(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he gave me the whole story, with details, he provided me a verbal list which goes like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: Z, in the future, I will still drive you around Malacca. So, which car would you prefer to be in? (a) Honda City; (b) Proton Persona; (c) Perodua MyVi; (d) Naza Sutra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him it's really up to the comfortability of the driver... but then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the answer is obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-4906405742146454775?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4906405742146454775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=4906405742146454775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/4906405742146454775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/4906405742146454775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweets-accident.html' title='Sweet&apos;s Accident'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-8305041590371587362</id><published>2007-08-30T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:50:31.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkout ViVo</title><content type='html'>Located at Autocity Juru, club-goers should check out ViVo. At first, I thought Vivo was only, you know, Vivo. But I saw the worker's shirt wrote 'Vivo' on top, and 'www.bed.com.my' at the bottom. Both of them are of the same boss. The club stretches from the top of Manhattan Fish Market until Bed, so in the inside it was actually quite big. I'll try to take pics of it the next time I'm there. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Vivo yesterday night clubbing with SiewTing, Elayna, and some of their friends. First time there since their opening. It was better than I imagined. They have a stage in front of the DJ area, and on the wall there's kinda like a big screen made out of large pieces of LEDs. It was pretty cool, the atmosphere and interior designs and everything. Bartenders were playing with fire from time to time. And the nicest part of it was... I SAW A CUTIE DJ!!! Muahahaha... *Devilish Laughter* *grin grin* *devilish laughter again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewTing was trying to save me from growing mushrooms with cobwebs and spiders... whilst trying to gather supports for her competition there, the 'Sexy Dance' competition. She did well having named the Second Runner-Up and got a free Bacardi Limon for the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best pick-up lines I've ever heard (by my own ears) was:&lt;br /&gt;X: Hi, how are you? Been here before?&lt;br /&gt;Z: I'm good, thanks for asking. It's my first time in this club.&lt;br /&gt;X: Me too. Nice club. Not working tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Z: If I am, I wouldn't be here now. &lt;br /&gt;X: Hahaha.. True, true. So, what are you working as?&lt;br /&gt;Z: Currently jobless... (pause, listening to the music) You know any vacancies?&lt;br /&gt;X: Yeah, I know. Quite a good one actually. Good benefits too.&lt;br /&gt;Z: Oh, reeeally? What's the job scope?&lt;br /&gt;X: Accompany me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Benefits are free movies with me, I'll be your driver. Wanna know more?&lt;br /&gt;Z: .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-8305041590371587362?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8305041590371587362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=8305041590371587362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8305041590371587362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8305041590371587362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/08/checkout-vivo.html' title='Checkout ViVo'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-395703013259636815</id><published>2007-08-22T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:19:51.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Own Convocation 2007</title><content type='html'>Finally, I can say I am 100% graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet's been so "nice" to me. Every night asking "Are you sure you're 100% graduated? Have you settled your accounts with the Finance Department? And how about the Security Department and the Library Department as well?", "Be sure to call them to confirm", "Have you got the RM500 deposit back yet?" &lt;br /&gt;It's annoying! I've told him hundreds of times it's all been settled and yet he kept infuriating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he did his job... booking the hotel rooms.. all messed up!&lt;br /&gt;He got his days wrong. I'm not to go into that cuz it'll only madden me up furiously.&lt;br /&gt;But the case did settled in the end. Lucky him I do not have to throw my fist above his chin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached KL 3 days before my actual convocation day. And Sweet, this time, have been so kind to take leave to accompany me in KL. He even daringly drove to KL just because I needed a car to Cyberjaya so that I can register myself and verify my smartcard. How sweet Sweet is... or maybe he felt guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met alot of old friends there. My ex-housemates, coursemates, Badminton Club mates, Alpha Group mates, CLS mates, Cyberjaya mates, juniors, etc. When I thought I was the busy one dropping a little chat while waving hi-s &amp; bye-s everywhere, when I turned around I saw Sweet was as busy as me. I poked him in his ribs and teased him whether was it my convocation or his, he just give me a grin and pat my head. At that moment, I wished I could hug him right in front of everybody. But then, we're in public places.. manners matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On D-day, I woke up at 4.30am to wash my hair. Heck, a girl needs hours to prepare for any personal big events. I meant events like proms (I'm passed that), convocation, engagement party, the W-day, etc. But that's out of the track. Anyway, Mom practically banged on the bathroom door when I'm still not finish by 5.15am, lecturing how I am going to be late if I still sleep in there. Amazing how Sweet can still sleep with all the commotions from my Mom. Anyway, we reached Cyberjaya at 7am sharp. Not many people arrived yet, considering we're able to park ourselves in a nice spot with minimal walking required. I found Angelina &amp; KimSheng first before going into the Hall with Christina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was up on the stage receiving my e-scroll, I was so afraid. Not of the big crowds, but afraid of accidentally breaking Tun Siti Hasmah's hands. She looked so fragile like an antique chinese porcelain vase where if it breaks, you're gonna get your butt being stumped in jail while singing 'Sweet Escape'. But her sincere voice of saying "Congratulations" to me made me feel like wrapping the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;antique porcelain&lt;/span&gt; with a lot a lot of newspapers and polystyrenes to preserve it in good shape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after everyone received their e-scrolls we listened to Permata Dunia for the last time in the university. I almost had tears in my eyes, but kept reminding myself not to ruin my make up! When outside the hall, I was practically barged by Sweet, who brought my parents to me and gave me 2 big bouquet of flowers, one with white lilies, another with blue lilies &amp; pinkish red roses. I love the smell of lilies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Snap snap here * Snap snap there * Flashlights here * Flashlights there * Huggies here * Huggies there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little late lunch with those Machi-gang seniors, Sweet's best friends. Then we head back to the hectic KL town for some studio pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;* Snap snap here * Snap snap there * Flashlights here * Flashlights there * Huggies here * Huggies there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with an expensive dinner.. it cost about RM600++ per set of ten!&lt;br /&gt;Despite the price, the food was delicious, and everybody enjoyed themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left KL for Penang the next day. And I am still wondering how the heck did we managed to fit so many things into Dad's car: 7 adults &amp; 5 huge luggage &amp; 4 huge paperbags &amp; 2 big bouquets of flowers &amp; 1 big teddy bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvidmg.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fv516%2Ficymint_gal%2FMy%2520Convo%2F4c3e32d8.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=streammg.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures: Convocation Photos&lt;br /&gt;Song:     Mandy Moore - Extraordinary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-395703013259636815?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/395703013259636815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=395703013259636815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/395703013259636815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/395703013259636815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-very-own-convocation-2007.html' title='My Very Own Convocation 2007'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-8750787584067513908</id><published>2007-08-22T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:07:27.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation</title><content type='html'>I think I did not tell this news in my blog yet.. 2 weeks ago... I QUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resigned my current job, without confirming a second job. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt; said it's daring. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;AiLin&lt;/span&gt; said it's daring too.. and plain stupid! Well, at that time I didn't think much, I just want to get out from that company as fast as I could before I was confirmed. Reasons for being so stupidly courages:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough staff &amp; no assistant - Thus workload was 3 times heavier compared to my colleagues at other outlets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Over Time - Imagine working 3 times harder and not getting paid on overtime.. Imagine you'll be needed at your workplace for 12.5 hours and not getting the salary you're supposed to for 4 days straight... nice? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not enough allowance &amp;amp; claims - Allowance? Claims? Ptui!!! I've been cheated. I travelled from Queensbay Mall to Gurney Plaza every Monday, not even a single cent claimed. I've counted. Altogether it's more or less RM100/month, which accumulated to RM300 which I can't claim back!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rude clerk from HQ - At first I didn't know she's JUST a clerk since she's so bossy. I thought she's an exec. like me, until my HQ Operations Manager demanded to know why am I following orders from a clerk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A pervert Northern Manager - He labelled other older men ogling at young and pretty girls as D.O.M. (Dirty Old Men) which he does not knows he is included in his own category. And yes, when he speaks to you, he does not look at you in the eye.. his eyes are somewhere below.. on your humps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stupid unreasonable rules - They wanted you to work, and yet said there must not be too many full shifts. They're already understaff, and yet not taking a newbie. Work 10 days straight without rest. Even work on your own actual Rest Day and only getting paid for the first 4 hours and not the other 4 hours which is "dedicated" to them for free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No holidays on weekends - At most, I can only take 2 days off in the weekends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; No holidays in more than 2 days in a stretch - Meaning, no Saturday &amp; Sunday off continuously.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; No holidays on public holidays - IF I am still working, you can expect me to be at Queensbay Mall this coming Merdeka. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And the nice things of working in a mall:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to know which celebrities is coming to the mall first-hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to window-shop everyday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to know when the next sales is coming so you can save up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes get discounts in some outlets when mentioned working in the same mall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get 10% discounts on Haagen Dazz (but I never tried it yet.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to get to know other outlet's staff so that you can get their Staff's Purchase (this is what my staffs always do, but still, I never tried it yet.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You get to see friends shopping in the mall and hid in a corner to call them and say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Know What You Did 5 Minutes Ago!&lt;/span&gt;" and keep snickering on the phone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tee hee hee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh ya, I just had my convocation last week. And I don't need to apply for leave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-8750787584067513908?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8750787584067513908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=8750787584067513908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8750787584067513908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8750787584067513908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/08/resignation.html' title='Resignation'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-1190744637336388352</id><published>2007-05-30T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:04:20.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AiLin's 23rd Birthday Over a Steamboat, Booze &amp; Clubbing</title><content type='html'>On May 25th, it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AiLin&lt;/span&gt;'s Apartment Stay in conjunction with her 23rd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;"Happi Birthday, Gal!"&lt;br /&gt;I was actually having my rest day.. planning to go over to Penang at 1pm to have lunch with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WYang&lt;/span&gt; before meeting &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AiLin&lt;/span&gt; &amp; gang at 3pm, but my plans were ruined with an emergency call from the office the day before tipping that our DGM and VP is coming to my store at 10am! Shitto!&lt;br /&gt;Had to rush over to my store before 10am and to work on a rest day, I have to work at least 4 hours to get paid a mere RM30. After their store visit and a little briefing on my team, our DGM &amp;amp; VP walks away with satisfaction of commenting the itsy bitsy tiny flaws in my store, and my people. To hell, as if they were on the field everyday to face the customers! I want to know if given them only a day to be at the front-line, I would really like to see how they long will they last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I do not plan to work 4 hours. I was thinking after the briefing, I would like to go off straight. But when I was about to leave, the electrician came to fix the speakers for my store without making an appointment first. Darn! Had to wait until he's done then only I could go. Luckily, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WYang&lt;/span&gt; was a patient guy. After lunch, I drove myself to Bayu Emas Apartment at 4pm. Initially, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AiLin&lt;/span&gt; offered to drive me but when I waited for everything to be done, it was already 3.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1 good thing of arriving later is that the food is already prepared when I reached. I can just eat straight away! Hehehe... We had steamboat with pillow fight... then steamboat, liqour party and pillow fight... then liquor party and pillow fight... and then more pillow fights! Met 2 new friends there, one is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;AiLin&lt;/span&gt;'s cousin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;, and another one is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;'s friend, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;". Both fits the category of "tall, dark, and handsome", in another words, HUNKY! Teeheehee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 450px; height: 324px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/bday006.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Been seeing some familiarity of Sweet in this pic... especially the forehead and those lips... guess who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 328px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/bday010.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh ya, which hunkie doodie? *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ailin's bday="" pic="" bday006=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquor party contains 1 bottles of Chivas, 1 bottle of Kahlua, 1 bottles of red wine, and god knows how many can of beers are kept in the fridge. It looks harmless for a apartment-stay party, but some "friends" were already down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt; actually had another plan in GLO after the party. So those who are still conscious tagged along with him there. I tagged along. With 5 more people, including the birthday girl herself. Reached there quite late which is about 1am, and it closed at 2.30am. I was quite disappointed it ended early because I don't feel like I've danced enough! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt; said he didn't have enough of booze! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;LauK&lt;/span&gt; said he had enough &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancing in pajamas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, have you seen anybody go clubbing in pajamas before??! Really should have watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;LauK&lt;/span&gt; in action... WITH pajamas on!!!      ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ailin's&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-1190744637336388352?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1190744637336388352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=1190744637336388352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/1190744637336388352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/1190744637336388352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/05/lins-23rd-birthday-over-steamboat-booze.html' title='AiLin&apos;s 23rd Birthday Over a Steamboat, Booze &amp; Clubbing'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-6808243730838947207</id><published>2007-05-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:37:26.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathetic-otemy? I Guess Not</title><content type='html'>Wah-lau-eh~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly 2 months I didn't even update my blog... My record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there isn't much to write about anyway.. I'm having a pathetic social life so much so that it stinks.  The only time I'm off is on weekdays where my friends would be working. And when i'm working, they're having off-days on the weekends. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than my pathetic-otemy, I did enjoy myself at Lumut &amp; Pangkor where &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; organized last month. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Highlight: LAST MONTH!&lt;/span&gt; I'm so outdated in updating my blog. Anyway, we went there together with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; &amp; his luvly &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;, and stayed in the Damai Laut Swiss International Resort's apartment. When I first saw that the apartment was kind of a distance from the main hotel, I was a bit down, but after we came back from Pangkor island trip, I was too tired to think where is more comfortable other than a nice bed to sleep in with a Midnight Express wine to accompany before that. The wine was sponsored by &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;, whereas &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; sponsored our "Friendship Forever Anniversary" cheese (I think) cake, and as from me.. I sponsored 4 plastic cups for the wine; red, blue, green &amp; yellow!!! Muahahaha... &gt;:)   I don't think I want to describe the apartment and the resort, but you guys can read it from my &lt;a href="http://nesohu.com/myblog/2007/04/lumutpangkor.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor's&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;. By the way, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; kept bullying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt; in the pool, poor &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;... Luckily &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; can't do that to me, otherwise I'll pull his legs from underneath the water... or better still, hang onto his neck from the back and make him swim with my weight on top to the end of the pool! Muahahaha... &gt;:)  Back to the topic, it really has a nice seaview &amp; a golf course though. Highly recommended to golf-lovers. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Ipoh, after the swim, for our salted chicken lunch and some temple cave hunting with a hidden valley of lily pond inside! Really it was beautiful. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; asked me whether have I been there before, I thought I haven't but actually I did. But that trip was like nearly 10 years ago when I used to have a relative staying in Ipoh. I think it was my Dad's cousin or someone quite a faraway relative. I couldn't remember the family relationship. Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; made &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; closed his eyes before reaching the valley because we wanted to surprise him with the view. He walked up the stairs so carefully with small and stable steps as if I was going to kick him in the butt when we reach "some cliff" (which was what he told me he was imagining). He kept yelling in the cave and some uncles &amp; aunties who were there for Tai Chis (I think) actually turn to our direction and laughed at his anxiety. He was in awe when I let go off his eyes when we were at "the cliff". His jaw dropped. The lilies in the pond was beautiful. And so is the marvelous cave overlooking at the pond, with those breeze blowing through our hair. It was really cool! Really fabulous for photo-snapping! Which was what exactly &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; did there - snapping away with Nikki, my "nephew". After we were satisfied with the breathtaking panoramic view, we head back to Penang stopping at JiuJiu Autocity to treat these hungry goons for dinner. The goons were exceptional for me &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt;. Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; did do his best to make me smile although it always ended up with me snapping back at him for his weird mandarin dialect, and later apologize, and then laughing at his inefficiency at mastering the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.H.D. --&gt; Penang Hokkien Dialect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;, if you master the PHD, you won't be so blur when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Neoh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt; &amp; me were talking bad in front of you on purpose! Muahahahaha... &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a mean person, I know. But I'm just being me. Get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt;, photos from Nikki... pleeease...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-6808243730838947207?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6808243730838947207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=6808243730838947207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/6808243730838947207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/6808243730838947207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/05/pathetic-otemy-i-guess-not.html' title='Pathetic-otemy? I Guess Not'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-1177189335631870982</id><published>2007-03-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:21:37.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>Again, I left my blog untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kena hantam&lt;/span&gt; only you will write is it?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Jiunny&lt;/span&gt; asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unless you DARE to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hantam&lt;/span&gt; your elder sister tat is, I replied her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of my work took most of my time out. I won't have the usual rest days like anyone else. And I don't have the normal working hours either. I work from 10am - 7pm, or 1.30pm - 10.30pm, or even 10am - 10.30pm! No more weekends off. No more Saturdays relaxing with my friends. No more plans to go clubbing as workday is on Saturday. No more time to go to Malacca. No more.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's what I have to expect if since I'm working in retail line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My off-days will be placed on weekdays, and only God knows when is it. Even though my rest days are planned a month ahead, but I might change it in later time, depending on its emergencies. Meaning, rest days are also not confirm. Last week, I had worked 9 days in one stretch without rest days. Reason is whenever my superior is not around, I'm suppose to work full day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, whenever she's not around, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm the BOSS in the house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the most enjoyable thing is, I get to shop everyday at work. I mean, WINDOW SHOPPING only lar.. since I haven't get my 1st month paycheck yet. I get to hang around the mall everyday, see what other fashion the girls are wearing, see what the hunks do.. while their hands are on their girlfriend's waist... their eyes are snooping around either for (1) boy toys of electronic/digital media [good] or (2)  girls boobs [not good].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My superior, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;, is quite a nice girl, even though she likes to dress up like a tomboy, but she still stays girly in heart. Or that's what I think after working together with her for about 3 weeks already. She don't like squids, and she doesn't eat button mushrooms. Her favourite phrase, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boh akai&lt;/span&gt;!"  (No brain!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-1177189335631870982?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1177189335631870982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=1177189335631870982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/1177189335631870982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/1177189335631870982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/03/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-5346609261915018430</id><published>2007-02-15T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:35:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junks...? or Reminiscences?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Rubbish"&lt;br /&gt;"Memories"&lt;br /&gt;"Rubbish"&lt;br /&gt;"Rubbish"&lt;br /&gt;"Memories"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories? Junked piles of rubbish do bring back some memories that makes me so heavy-hearted to throw them away. Books, cartoons, drawings, colouring books, those were the minor ones.&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable ones were actually writings of some stories that me and my best buddies during secondary did, like creating fantasy stories with the guys we had crush on for each other, adding a little spices and dramas into our boring lives.. like 2 or 3 or more chasing for 1, if you get what I mean. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I wrote one for both &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt;, but I still wondered whether do they still keep it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt; wrote created one for me too! When I read back those tiny little notes, it did bring back some old memories... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; with XXX; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt; with XXX; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt; with XXX; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YitShee&lt;/span&gt; with XXX; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;CheaYing&lt;/span&gt; with XXX; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;WayNah&lt;/span&gt; with XXX. We also included our ambitions of what we are going to be when we grow up. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt; wants to be a cardiologist, whereas &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YitShee&lt;/span&gt; wants to be a psychologist; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;CheaYing&lt;/span&gt; furthered our studies in one of the top universities in the United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;Pitifully, those XXXs never come true. And our ambitions are sadly not fulfilled. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;YitShee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;WayNah&lt;/span&gt; ended up in Form 6, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;CheaYing&lt;/span&gt; went to MMU; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt; went to college. But then again, I am proud of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt; who is the only one still going for what her heart had set on so many years ago after Form 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a fantasy that we dreamed about before taking our SPM papers. An anti-stress stories, I guess. Whenever I read back those "short-stories" I felt funny... weirdly though... maybe it's the reminiscences of secondary guy-talking and guy-seeking experience that we were too shy to do it on our own and we ended up writing the fantasies from it? Or was it just an ambition we wanted to achieve but never did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are we just a dreamer of dreams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-5346609261915018430?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5346609261915018430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=5346609261915018430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/5346609261915018430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/5346609261915018430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/02/junks-or-reminiscences.html' title='Junks...? or Reminiscences?'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-4649273762254670149</id><published>2007-02-08T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T01:07:04.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Again. Another cleaning. Another heavy grocery shoppings. Another batch of cookies. Another nag nag nag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See the pile of junks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 240px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1933.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More pile of junks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 252px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1935.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A whole room of junks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 230px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1940.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I found some of my Form 1 Pendidikan Seni projects.&lt;br /&gt;This is 'Fail Kulit Keras'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 236px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1941.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When opened, 3 more folios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 233px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1945.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I found me secondary school fees receipt from 1997-1999...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 236px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1949.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together along with my secondary's 'Buku Peraturan Sekolah'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 284px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1946.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...which did indicate all the disciplines that we have to follow throughout our whole Form 1 to Form 5... and also the strictness of our school pinafore uniforms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 472px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Room%20Junks/IMG_1951.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; With so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; junks, I do not know where else to stuff all these in my room! Help~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-4649273762254670149?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4649273762254670149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=4649273762254670149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/4649273762254670149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/4649273762254670149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/02/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-4533802342710023031</id><published>2007-02-05T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T12:47:06.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa's Bday</title><content type='html'>I made an effort to bake a cake. Those cakes sold outside are so darn expensive. Mom bought an instant cake box, complete ingredients of a chocolate cake with chocolate cream. Though I know how to bake a cake without those instant-already-measured ingredients, Mom wants to try the given recipe to see whether is there any difference with her own recipe. So what the heck, I'll just do what I've been told, rather than risked being nagged at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 185px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1915.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cake after being creamed by chocolate cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 191px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1916.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple econ-save decos on the cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1917.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Add candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 194px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1918.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lighted it. 53, an honoured number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 276px; height: 352px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1921.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Added the Bday "Boy" into the pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1926.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See him attacking his Bday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 204px; height: 218px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1923.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 185px; height: 220px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1925.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Papa &amp; Mummy                                                                                                                       // Papa &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Daddys%2053rd%20Bday/IMG_1919.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa's Present from All Of Us... 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But I'll spill how all my interviews went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17/01/07  -  2nd Experience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company - Regal ******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time - 10.30am-12.00pm (stated time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tension! Tension! I checked Jobstreet again, and it says about 800++ candidates are up to the interview in this company. Tension!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at 10.20am at MWE Plaza where their office is situated. The Malay receptionist girls were nice as they handed me the interview forms. It is more simplified than Jobsdb's. Only 2 pages long compared to the previous 5 pages! I took it to the sitting area and before plomping myself to the chair, I saw there's already 2 Malay candidates present. I looked over to my right, there are 2 person in the middle of the office, one Malay woman, and another Malay teenager. I think the woman is trying to teach the youngster some basic business English, but that youngster kept replying in Malay that it ticked her temper off. Poor woman. As I was thinking of what to fill in the form, suddenly I notice the loud-thumping music in my ear-drums. No wonder that youngster couldn't pay any attention. The whole office was flooded with Black Eyed Pea's Pump It, and later continued with some other bass-thumping pop songs. It would be a nuisance to be working with these kind of music. Not that I don't like the music, but this rhythm is only suitable when you're having fun or clubbing. I love the DJs putting on these musics when I'm out clubbing. It gives the grooves. But in the office? It's so much of a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for half an hour. Still no sign of asking any 3 of us to go into the interview room. 11.05am, another Malay guy walked in. Another candidate. He seems like quite a challenge to me. But anyway, we'll see. 11.15am, another candidate walked in, another Malay guy. He seems weak, as in weak in speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.25am, one of the receptionist girls called out the first four names to go into the interview room. A group interview, I guess. The interviewer introduced to us as "Hello, I am Hisham. You can call me Sham. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baru glamour sikit.&lt;/span&gt;" Yucks! Then we were interrupted by the last guy to be inserted among us. So, 5 against 1. So we did our little interviewing sessions. After 20minutes, he said, "Ok people, I will call some of you guys again if you're through into the second interview. It will be held today at 2pm, same place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I should hang out at the island until 2pm. I have 2 more hours to kill. What am I suppose to do? There's no coffee shops nearby. No shopping complexes to hang out. Needing a company, I called up &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt;, crossing my fingers that he would be free for lunch. Lucky me, he suggested to eat somewhere near Sunshine Square. At least, it's somewhere I know how to drive to. I still need more practice on the roads of Penang Island. It'll be a drive from the north to the south. Dad called during me munching on my beehoon. I told him about my progress and I'm still waiting on the call. He told me don't waste time on the company anymore, it's a typical Malay company where people other than their race will have a hard time to get promoted. Now, no wonder I don't see any other candidates of other races. Not even an Indian in the office, and I am the only Chinese this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my lunch, the company did call me to go to the second interview. But I blew them off by saying I need to go back to mainland for some urgent business. But they say that they will arrange another time for me. Well, I accept their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kindness&lt;/span&gt; when my heart actually says "Don't bother!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24/01/07 - 3rd Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company - Tek Seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time - 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting happily in the morning when at about 11.45pm, I received a phone call from TekSeng to go for an interview at 3pm on the very day! Excitedly, I agreed. I started planning 2 hours to do company research, 1 hour get myself prepared and drive myself. I reached there 15 minutes earlier. The real building looks different from the photos I saw online. The website photos looks more welcoming, whereas the real building looks so uninviting. The whole factory was painted with dark green. Ughh... They kept me waiting for another 15 minutes while preparing to get the interviewing ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lady and another man went into the room first. The woman looked like a secretary to the man whom I suspect is a Manager of some departments. When they invited me inside the room, they started shooting at me some introductory questions without even introducing themselves. Ok, this minor managerial mistakes, I can dismiss. "Oh, you're a fresh grad failing this this &amp; this." "Oh, it might be she lacks of practice. Look at her SPM results, it's ok" speaks the Lady in Hokkien. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, thanks Lady. &lt;/span&gt;"Ms. Tan, please answer this questions. It consists of Math &amp; English test." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English test??&lt;/span&gt; Both of them are not even speaking in a proper English and the English questions are full of grammar mistakes, and the still want to test my English. Oh Gawd, Bless this company. I tried my best to answer the Math questions which includes a little bit of shipping and container problems. Suddenly, another middle-aged men just burst into the room and just sat down beside me! How rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hami? Interview ar? Ho boh?" (pause) "Kua ee application." (pause) "Oh.. tak ang moh chek!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation: "What is this? Interviewing? It she ok?" (pause) "Let me look at her application." (pause) Oh.. she's English educated."&lt;br /&gt;Then he continued some gossips with the both of them in Hokkien, as if I don't understand them, while I struggled with my calculations. Stupid man!&lt;br /&gt;After I handed my answers, they continue to ask more questions on what subjects have I learned from my major. I told them about International Business, International Law, etc. They were interested in International Law and asked me a few simple ones.. I managed to answer it but when they go deeper, I could not remember anything. I did not study from my textbook before going for the interview. Even though if given the time, I would not have enough time to memorize what they wanted. Actually, I did not expect them to ask any questions regarding anything from my textbooks. I thought I can pass well in this interview too. But I failed myself. Before they ended the interview, they asked me to write my expected salary. I wrote 1.5k. The lady said, "I admire your braveness to write such a high salary with so little "experience" of yours." What she meant was my inability to answer those previous questions that was pointed to me. "But I would like to remind you with the "experience of yours", don't you think 1.5k is a little bit too high?" I was like, huh?? But I just smiled politely to her, comforting my anger towards the company and add another word "negotiable" at the side. Don't they know the market price? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's ranged from 1.6-1.8k for management fresh grads!&lt;/span&gt; I think I have already sacrificed RM100 when I wrote 1.5k! I got myself out of the company as fast as I could because I couldn't stand their attitude anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my car, I drove myself out of their ugly greenish compound, and I exploded! I couldn't call &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. Their company do not allow them to speak on the phone. I dialed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt;'s number and bombarded to him. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; is being kind, listening to my frustrations patiently for nearly half an hour! Thanx &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Ollie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive and drive not having any planned destination, and I ended up in AutoCity. I went to Secret Recipe at first, but the air-cond was spoilt, so I went to Sega-Fredo, just across the street. I told the waitress that I wanted a place with full-blast of air-cond. The waitress was friendly and she did looked familiar. I told her that, and she said that I looked familiar too. After taking my orders I talked to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Clariss&lt;/span&gt; for a while and found out that she was actually my highschool junior.. of 5 years! I graduated from CBM in 2001 while hers is 2006. But I found out that her elder sister is one of my younger sisters' classmate. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted for a while when her boss is not looking, talking about my interview frustrations and her after-form5-where-to-go frustrations. I was a bit off-time when I realized I was late for my badminton game! I paid my bills and rushed back home to change. While driving, I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; again, just needing some company while I was driving back. After a 10 minutes change, I rushed to Permatang Tinggi to throw off my anger at the game. It helped a lot! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27/01/07 - 4th Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Company - Metrojaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time - 3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I was out in the dry market shopping happily with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. At about 11.15am, I receive a call from Metrojaya asking to schedule an interview at 3pm on the day itself. Seeing I have nothing to do, I agreed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; offered to drive me over to Island Plaza at 1.45pm for the interview. For this company, I've learned my lesson from my previous interview. I tried learning most retail phrases in a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1.40pm, they called again to change the venue to Gurney Plaza, but I still need to go to Island to pick up my documents. We were out of my house 1 hour &amp; 15 minutes earlier, and yet we were still stuck in the traffic jam for 1 hour &amp;amp; 30 minutes! I was late for the interview for 15 minutes!!! I really don't expect the traffic to be so time-taking, and I actually don't expect any traffic congestions at all! Anyway, when the girl handed to me my documents in Island, she did say, "Good luck, the GM from HQ is going to interview. Look for &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr.J*****&lt;/span&gt; when you're in East India Company (EIC) at Gurney." I just managed a weak meak OK and TQ to the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; drops me at the entrance of Gurney first before seeking for parking lots so that I wouldn't be too late. I went into EIC first, but apperently he was not there. Then I went to Somerset Bay. He was not there as well. One of the workers offered to call him for me. They then told me to wait in a small office at the back of the EIC. After 15 minutes, he came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Hello, good afternoon. And how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know how people rush into things and put 3 main points into one sentence. &lt;/span&gt;The afternoon has been very pleasant. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: I didn't know they have a new applicant. I just got to know it when I was at Island Plaza. So, you are the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I guess so. Here are the forms that they told me to pass it to you. I smiled again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah. Thanks. So, tell me more about yourself. Your employment histories, your passion, and your hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another 3 questions in one sentence. Smiled sweetly. I blah-ed about my employment histories, which is Na-Dah. Skipped the passion thingy, hoping he won't notice.&lt;/span&gt; And my hobbies are reading and playing badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: I see... Then do you like shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Sure! I mean, which girl wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Right. So, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(here comes the hard part)&lt;/span&gt; do you know anything about retail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Retail? Which aspect do you want me to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Anything. Just anything you know about retailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In between pauses, I spilled.&lt;/span&gt; Erm... retail in Bahasa Malaysia is called "runcit", which comes in last in the production line from the manufacturer to the end-user. It starts off with wholesaler, retailer, then, an end-user.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: How do you know there is a vacancy in Metrojaya? Through an insider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What kind of a question is that? Did he meant something else fishy?&lt;/span&gt; No. My good friend accompanied her friend to the interview here when she saw the posts offered. She suggested for me to try it out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Ok. Well, do you have a passion for shopping? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another weird question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?? Well yeah. I do. But I can't really allow it to flow in just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Because if I were to really let my passion flow in, my purse would be flat in a minute. I mean, I love shopping. But I couldn't really shop now with my flat purse. I haven't even start working yet. So to answer your question, I prefer to put it this way: I have a passion for WINDOW SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... That's good enough. So, tell me what else do you know about our company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I did do a research on your company beforehand. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just told him everything I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Good. But there is some points you missed out. Actually.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah blah... he's correcting me and filling up the blanks that I've missed.&lt;/span&gt; So do you understand about our company now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Crystal clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: So, do you have anything to ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. So am I hired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Laughs*&lt;/span&gt; What makes you think you're good enough? Do you know, that working in the retail line will be very stressful. It's a time-eater. You won't be able to have holidays the way normal people do. You have to work in public holidays, and even weekends. Like me, it's a Saturday today, and I'm still working in my casual wear. You have to learn the computer system that we're using. You have to check the stocks whether they are sufficient enough. You have to have a sense of fashion. You have to meet customer demands. And your pay would be low. Do you think this job is easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smile sweetly again.&lt;/span&gt; Well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;, I come here is to get an experience. And also, before I come to this interview, I have already predicted all the opportunity costs that I am going to make. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Do you know that previously I've hired 8 UTAR students, and 4 of them resigned just because they can't stand the long hours. 2 of them even threatened me to give them a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: So did you give them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Do you think I care? They received an offer which is only an increment of RM100-200. Do you think that reasonable people would switch jobs with that small amount?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Uhh.. No. Only a hundred ringgit won't be able to cover much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Exactly! I just let them leave. Obviously they're just finding a stupid reason to leave. I let them go as they wished. Now the 5th person is coming up to leave. She didn't ask any increment from me. So tell me now, do you think you can stand the working hours and be better than them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Sure. I am a fighter. I can work independently. I am a people person. And I am a responsible person too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Ms. Tan, a lot of people who needed a job can say that. I've heard tons of it before. Look, I've conducted plenty of interviews before. So what makes me to believe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking serious rather than smiling now.&lt;/span&gt; I know whatever that I say myself am won't work on you anymore.  But if only you give me some time, say about 2 years, I will prove myself to you that what I said about myself is true and much more good traits. Honestly, I really did do your company research and also since it is a retail company in a shopping mall, it is ALREADY EXPECTED for me to work during the weekends, and more during public holidays. The pay may not matter much as well as the stress, because what I am looking for now is EXPERIENCE. This precious thing couldn't be bought by any financial terms. After the given 2 years then, you can re-evaluate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Before you join our company, we need you to do a medical check up at our panel clinic. You can choose to go either to Pulau Tikus or Tanjung Bungah. Anymore questions to ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quite happy with the response&lt;/span&gt;. Well... err.. just out of curiosity... how much is the pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, not much. The fix range is about 1.4-1.7k. Usually the 1.7k is offered to applicants with a first-class honours degree. So you can expect at least a 1.4k then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Anymore questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Not at the moment. My mind went blank actually. I know I still have a lot to ask, but I just couldn't remember what it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Well, that's it then. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Scribbling something on my resume and applicant form*&lt;/span&gt; Do you know that you're so lucky that I am here to interview you? Not that I am anything, but at least I know who you are since I am the GM. If you're interviewed by the Branch Manager, then I may not know what type of person you are. I AM the second-one in line of the company. If anything falls upon the "big head" of this company, I am the one taking over to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Glad to know you then, &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: Well, another lucky thing for you. I'm going back to KL tomorrow, so your applicant form and resume will be at the HR desk tomorrow. I will personally see your process. The whole procedure will take about 2-3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Meaning when can I start work? I can start at anytime. My time still flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Still scribbling*&lt;/span&gt; Well, let's see. 2-3 weeks, CNY hols in the middle... Why don't you start on the 1st of March? That way, you can relax and enjoy your CNY hols before starting to work. You won't have time, once you start working, you know. And oh, you're living in Bukit Mertajam right? Aren't you worried about the bridge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I've already included it in my opportunity cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: I see. Good. Well then, I will placed you in Queensbay Mall's Reject Shop. You do know how to go to Queensbay, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J:&lt;/span&gt; Then when we're opening in Sunway Carnival in Seberang Jaya, maybe if you want, I can transfer you over there. Or maybe when the new Jusco behind MPSP is built, you might be able to go there too... if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Stops scribbling and looked at me now*&lt;/span&gt; Do you have other questions to ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I: can't think of any now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Mr. J&lt;/span&gt;: OK, then it's finished. You may go now. Have a pleasant day!&lt;br /&gt;*We shook our hands. I gave him a firm handshake.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks. You too. Hope to work under you soon. See yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, on the way home, I remember what I forgot to ask:&lt;br /&gt;1) Job scope&lt;br /&gt;2) Working hours&lt;br /&gt;3) Leave&lt;br /&gt;4) Any increment after confirmation?&lt;br /&gt;5) Etc. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am completely such a blur-head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-4835629056238107851?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4835629056238107851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=4835629056238107851' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/4835629056238107851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/4835629056238107851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/01/interviews.html' title='Interviews'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-3070251625444127207</id><published>2007-01-16T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T03:26:46.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Hair Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/01/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not be a bad day. It will not be a bad day. It will not be a bad day. It will not be a bad day. It will not be a bad day. It will not be a bad day..............&lt;br /&gt;It will not be... ZELCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;I think I've just got my hair winded up in the fan of the hairdryer. And I've just burned my hair in the hairdryer. I think I smell something burning. My poor hair...&lt;br /&gt;I looked into the mirror again while stroking my hair with my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;My poor hair.. my poor- OH MY F7-letters GOSH!!!&lt;br /&gt;That stupiG hairdryer fan cut off my hair in the midrange. I looked in the mirror, I taw I taw a puddy tat, I mimicked. My hair looks just like Tweety Bird's! A bunch of hair stood out in the middle of nowhere, half cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to think of what to do. What do people always do when they have a bad hair day?? I can call my Mom, I think. Then again,&lt;br /&gt;1) I spoilt her hairdryer with my hair&lt;br /&gt;2) Her hairdryer will smell of my burnt hair&lt;br /&gt;3) Why the hell I use her hairdryer in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn! Damn Darn! I purposely woke up quite early, do a little revision on Jobstreet, just trying not to be late for everything. And this happened! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think, Z, think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room, took a scissors, and cut off the little kinky shabby streak of hair. I put lots and lots of hair serum and leave-on conditioner on the area, combing and managing it so that the half dwindled hair would not show up. I kept my fingers crossed the whole way to KL in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, I did SMS my 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Bratty Sisters&lt;/span&gt;. They offered to accompany me to my interview as I am not so sure about the roads over there. My, my, they did touched my heart a bit. So at the moment, I'll be calling them my 2 &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Angelic Sisters&lt;/span&gt;, for the time being. I made a mental promise to myself to accompany my 2 little sisters to their first interview too after their graduation. But the previous night, I did called up &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;TianHao&lt;/span&gt; asking him whether did he know where Wisma UOA II was. As usual, he did not disappoint me with the directions. In fact, he gave me an excellent bearings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Arrived at Pudu Terminal, walk over to Plaza Rakyat. Take a Star LRT to Hang Tuah, next to Berjaya Times Square, get down and transmute to Monorail and stopped at Raja Chulan. Get you get off the station, cross the road towards Wisma Genting, walk a short walk on the right side of the building for a few meters, turn left, and you'll see Wisma Cosway behind it. Then turn right after Wisma Cosway, and Wisma UOA 2 is just sandwiched between Novotel and KLCC. &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into the building at about 4.30pm. I'm still early for my interview. We looked around the building and try to make sure that Jobstreet is at Level 29 of the said address. WE looked and looked, but we couldn't find the name of Jobstreet! My sisters beginning to ask me whether did I get the wrong address? I hope so not and I asked my sisters to look for all the companies at Level 29... and we found...  JobsDB...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J.O.B.S.D.B!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holy shit!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JobsDB.com!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we couldn't find any Jobstreets in the list. I am not suppose to be interviewed by Jobstreet, but it's actually JobsDB! Oh my.. I panicked! Left half an hour to go.. How am I suppose to do my company research in such a short time? And with no internet!! There isn't an internet cafe anywhere nearby! I quickly dialled for my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; asking her to search about JobsDB for me, and have her to call me back later. But 'later' is what I can't wait. I called &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; next. I know he'll be sitting right in front of his company's PC ranting on his boredom, so I'm gonna give him something "challenging &amp; exciting" things to do! (Hehe, sorry to break your secret out &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ollie&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; is a good help, he surfed all the relevant information to me, even read over the phone. I scribbled in my notebook as quick as possible while sinking in all the "important" and about-to-be-questioned questions. 10 more minutes to go. I thanked &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; and head up to Level 29. It feels like the lift is going downwards instead of upwards, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the time I realised, I was already inside their office, at the receptionist counter filling up some forms. All their workers walked pass by. All so young. About my age. I haven't seen any of their staffs over the age of 30! Except the receptionist of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt; at the age of 40, but with excellent English. I mean, she dresses like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt; when all other of her colleagues we dressed modernly. But think twice when u hear her speak her English. Not bad at all. While I was filling up the application form which is 5 pages long (darn it!), asking each and every questions in details, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; called me to report what she had found out about the company. I listened to her while writing. I'm so much of a multitasker! Hahaha... She called &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Mickson&lt;/span&gt; for me, and he said 5 minutes. Waiting... waiting... 10minutes... waiting... 15 minutes. I stood and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt; saw me, she smiled to me and nodded me a "wait-for-a-moment". I sit back. I heard her saying on the phone, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;, she's already waiting for like 20 minutes when you said 5 minutes! (Pause nod nod pause nod) OK, I'll bring her in now." To me, "Come, follow me dear." Wow, she called me 'dear'.. Aww.. I'm beginning to like that sweet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Makcik&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first interview starts with an introductory of myself, and my past-working histories, how do I get to know JobsDB, why did I apply for the job, who is their competitors? I thanked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Mom &lt;/span&gt;to provide me the information that this company is actually Hong Kong based and it's a leading recruitment agency in Singapore, Hong Kong, Philippines, and other Asia Pacific countries, but not in Malaysia. Now who would have know that? Most people only knows about Jobstreet. And finally, the great news was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Now tell me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joleen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I called him to call me that, my real name is too Chinese-y),&lt;/span&gt; if you were selected to work here, are you willing to work in KL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. I do not come here all the way from Penang on a short notice if I weren't serious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was bullshitting actually, but I wasn't going to blow up my opportunity here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Then I will not go around the bush. I am a straightforward person. And I prefer my sub-ordinates to be one too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hell, cut the bullshit!)&lt;/span&gt; ............. uh-huh.............. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(smiling sweetly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: I am offering you a job here. I'm giving you a basic salary of 1.5k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: .............. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think my face just drooped. Or was it my lips? Or my mouth?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: BUT we will be giving you a commission, and there will be an increment in salary after your probation. Is that good enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr. Mickson&lt;/span&gt;.. I don't know what to say. I'm still stunned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hell, I am stunned. Aren't the market price for KL level ranged from 1.6-1.8k??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: From your resume, I can see that you don't have enough experience. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Is he a mind-reader? A psychic power, perhaps?)&lt;/span&gt; In fact, you don't  have any formal experience at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(The sharp knife felt painful)&lt;/span&gt; ......... Well, when I am in your company, formally, I will have the "formal" experience that you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Right. So when can you give me your answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Well... for starters I have to inform my Dad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: How many days you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Can you give me about 1 week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Too long. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Scribble scribble something at my resume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: 5 days then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Too lo-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: 3 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(He looked bored with the bargaining, I think)&lt;/span&gt; I'll tell you what. I'll give you 3 days.. and you give me your answer on the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hell Hell Hell!!! Stupid Mickson, today's already the 15th evening. 17th is just 2 days away, not 3!!!)&lt;/span&gt; Ok, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mr.Mickson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Ok, do you have any other questions for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, about staffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, about them. We have... blah.. blah... blah... Are you clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Crystal! Oh and one more thing, do you have any idea where is the nearest apartments or room-to-rents that you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: There is. Nearby KLCC too. But it's quite an high-end area. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You just offered me only 1.5k, you think I can afford that?? Damn you!)&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry, most of the staff here are also renting rooms at other places, they travel by LRT to work everyday, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Keep smiling, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;, show happiness of being offered a job)&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.. I know. I mean, Oh, I SEE. I noticed too, that most of your staff here are so young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Oh ya, they're like about your age. Mostly fresh graduates like you too. Average of their age is in the early twenties. Then oldest is only 25-26 yrs. And we have about 90% female staff in my department! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(All smiles up from him... yucks!)&lt;/span&gt; There's another new male staff, he's quite new too. Been here for about 2 months only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Wow, he must be the thorn among the roses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I was trying to be sarcastic, but I think it didn't work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mickson&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... So, I hope to hear good news from you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joleen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Handshake.. handshake..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Sure, me too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Handshake... handshake...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whooped straight out of their office and into Berjaya Times Square for dinner with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Lovely Sisters&lt;/span&gt; along, asking my impatiently, how was it? I told them the good news, and they are happy for me. My &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Cute Sisters&lt;/span&gt; was so happy that they even urged me to call our parents to tell them the good news on the spot! I'm so proud to have my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Supportive Sisters&lt;/span&gt;!!! "Muax! Muax!" to both of you! Later I have to go back to Pudu Terminal to get my butt back on the bus, back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When good things must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus to Butterworth I am suppose to take at 8.35pm was late. Very late. I was there at 8.20pm, and it was 9.10pm the bus haven't arrive. I asked around, and one Chinese lady told me that the bus had already gone! I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT??!!&lt;/span&gt; I didn't even hear they were calling and I was there for more than half an hour already. I went back to the bus counter to demand an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;The reply from them was like an ignorance and non-chalant, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bas tersangkut lah! You tunggu sebentar lah!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I showed my angry, oily, tired face to them, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I sudah tunggu lebih dari setengah jam. Masuk 1 jam dah nih, You nak suruh I tunggu lagi? Yang nih ada bas ke tidak? Atau you orang nak tipu kot!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Then, "T&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ak Kak... Tak tipu... Bas kena accident tadi... Masa on the way ke KL.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Put on a better sarcastic feature, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lar.. cakaplah awal-awal. Macam nih susah kah? Kalau bas rosak, cakaplah bas rosak. Tak payah semua customer you duk tunggu kat bawah susah-susah. You orang kat sini ada air-cond. Kita kat bawah kena hidu gas busuk pulak!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorry ye Kak... Maih, I tulis bas ganti kat tiket Kak, ok?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Handing the ticket to them, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nah, tulislah. Baik jangan duk bas rosak lagi! Harap bas tu betul-betul datang. Kalau tidak...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorry ye Kak.. Memang kami sorry. Sekejap lagi bas akan datang. Bas kami banyak.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kalau memang banyak, tak payahlah I duk tunggu 1 jam kat bawah tanpa notis&lt;/span&gt;" With that, I walked away, feeling &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-so-satisfied!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus did come after 10.15pm and took off from KL at 10.30pm. I reached home at about 3am dawn! I have an interview at 10.30am the day after, and I am suppose to wake up at 8am &amp;amp; drive out at 9am, to avoid the traffic jams in Georgetown!&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can make it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... YAAAAWN~~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-3070251625444127207?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3070251625444127207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=3070251625444127207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/3070251625444127207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/3070251625444127207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad Hair Day'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-5473375354537512140</id><published>2007-01-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T01:53:04.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview?</title><content type='html'>I'm having an interview this coming Tuesday at MWE Plaza, Penang. Since I'm not good at the roads over at the island, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; says he'll bring me there today to help me recognize the roads. But before that, he have an appointment, so he dropped me with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;, who will be working overtime in her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 12.45pm, I had a phone call from Jobstreet (I think..) asking me whether if I got a job in KL, would I be willing to work there? Heck, even if I'm not willing, I'm not gonna pass up a chance for my experience in interview. The caller, Mr. Mickson, says I will be scheduled for interview on the coming Monday at 5.30pm! Which means, Tuesday is NOT my first interview anymore, MONDAY IS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick discussion with my parents, they also think it will be best for me even though I am not aiming work in KL. Experience matters more. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; was not into the idea at first because of his fear of my safety. But I managed to talk him into it. I quickly drove to Tmn Usahaniaga to purchase my bus ticket for Monday. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; says it'll be better if I reach earlier, just in case I got lost, I still have enough time to turn back. 10.30am ticket it is then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then time to hit the island! I drove my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;'s car, so I have to be extra cautious because of the bigger size, not like my teeny weeny red little Kembara. Drove round and round, left and right, finally, I know how to go to MWE Plaza.. I just hope I can remember it on Tuesday. I'm famous for my short-term memory. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;'s stomach started growling. It was already 2pm!&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps it's time to go to Queensbay Mall to fill my tummy," &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; says.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, going there was easy, but looking for what to eat was tough. Me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; joked about going to TGI Friday's and crash &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;'s wallet, but we can't eat too full because dinner time's near. I do not know what to suggest either, Paddington Pancakes? Manila Place? Manhattan Fish Market? Sushi King? Dave's Deli? Johnny's? Laksa Shack? Nando's? In the end, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; settles with Sushi King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reason&lt;/span&gt;: "It is the brightest restaurant of all. And next time, YOU &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(he meant me)&lt;/span&gt; will be the one who'll pay for any eat-outs."  (-.-")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-5473375354537512140?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5473375354537512140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=5473375354537512140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/5473375354537512140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/5473375354537512140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/01/interview.html' title='Interview?'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-1153261729027817305</id><published>2007-01-13T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T02:41:00.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Oliver</title><content type='html'>Dear&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; Oliver&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I've promised you to write this post... just giving you something to read up during your "past time" in the office, helping you to get rid of your lingering boredom. So you better thank me very much!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha...  &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, startled from the alarm of my handphone, at 9.00am. I wondered why had I set the alarm so darn early? Then with my blur head, I remembered I said something to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; about having the curtains in my sister's room washed.. Oh dear, I'm still having blurred visions.... what am I looking at... it's blurry.. and it's getting darker.. and darker... and.. zzZZZzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday morning... nearly noon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. Startled. Again. By my handphone. At 10.30 am. But this time, it's a call from my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; asking me whether to have lunch with him &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; at the new Indochine restaurant in AutoCity called Golden Triangle. He says if I wanted to join, I better get my butt off the bed and into the bathroom and meet them there at 11.30am NOW! "Okokokokok.." I replied. And off... I wondered into Slumberland again... needing another 5-more-minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday morning... nearly noon... after 1/2 hour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn! It's 11am! I got myself freshened up. Bathed as fast as I could. Dressed as fast as I could. And drove as fast as I could. The traffic was just getting crowded as I left the light industrial area outside my house. And I think I've avoided the traffic jam in mere 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday noon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey to Autocity is about 15 minutes today because of the slow lorries from the nearby factories. Took another 5 minutes to round up the place and park my small little kembara. This place is full of people with hungry stomachs. It's my first time entering the Golden Triangle, and from the outside, it looked as if the elephants with their watering trunks are some welcoming sign. It was quite quiet outside the restaurant, but it was a different "panoramic" view inside. I stepped inside the restaurant and I noticed there is about 15 waiter and waitress in-waiting. Apparently, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; &amp; another one of their friends was the first table of customers.. so all eyes were on us, waiting for our cue. After we've ordered, they left us but not their eyes. Felt as if being watched by ghosts.. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Skipping the nonsense, their food is not bad either. Indochine food comprises of authentic dishes from Thailand, Laos, and Vietnam. We had Vietnamese spring rolls, Siamese seafood tomyam, Laosian coconut otak-otak, a very big fish with some spicy sweet &amp;amp; sour Vietnamese gravy, and some simple green vege (from Malaysia... most probably Cameron Highlands, I think. Hahaha...) We wanted to take some glutinous rice in coconut milk, a desert from Thailand, but the Captain said something about not being to have time to prepare. Mom was disappointed. Luckily we didn't have the desert, if not, there wouldn't be much space in our stomach to contain it. Overall, their food is delicious, pure with authenticacy! Thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday afternoon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home. Did nothing except chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday evening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly cleaned up the fans in both mine &amp; my sisters room before &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; comes back. I forgot about the curtains going to be washed. I guessed that have to be postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday late evening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck in the evening traffic jam when I was trying to take a short cut, which ended up arriving to my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;'s office 15 minutes later than usual. Went straight to BM town to shop for some CNY clothes. We went back, empty-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday dinnertime:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had actually planned to go to Halo Cafe later at night with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;RoSeCs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt;. Then suddenly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;RoSeCs&lt;/span&gt; canceled it at the last 30 minutes because he forgot his grandmother's Birthday. I was quite disappointed with it because I have planned this for so long. And I have purposely drove around the new AutoCity Phase 4 just to make sure that it is really opened before confirming the mini get-together. I think &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; heard it in my voice that I was totally crushed because he asked my whether do I want to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yamcha&lt;/span&gt; at a later time or not... without &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;RoSeCs&lt;/span&gt;. Of course, I quickly agreed! I was already rotting at home..&lt;br /&gt;Long-Live &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting happily with my PC while waiting for the time to past before &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; reaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday midnight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a darn near Pelita Nasi Kandar in Bukit Minyak because &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Wei&lt;/span&gt; does not want to show-off his pajamas to a lot of people. And he has to bear with me for always saying "Sien" because I was bored. Poor guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday night after midnight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 1.30am. Everyone's asleep. I will too.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-icymint-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-1153261729027817305?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1153261729027817305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=1153261729027817305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/1153261729027817305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/1153261729027817305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/01/dedicated-to-oliver.html' title='Dedicated to Oliver'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-8147678432290476138</id><published>2007-01-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:43:07.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinister Lady Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>It was a happy day putting up my new curtain and catching up with my Bleach anime series from episode 102-108. And then, it was ruined by THAT OLD LADY!!!  X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came home while I was cleaning u my room and he asked me whether have I heard my next door neighbour calling me tat afternoon. I shook my head and asked why. Dad says my neighbour called me and tat Old Lady went out of the house as quick as possible to retrieve a gift (which most of the time will be food) from my neighbour. And this Old Lady complained to my Dad that I did not reply my neighbour! Darn backstabber old lady!!!&lt;br /&gt;She gave my Dad the impression that my neighbour called me for a long time and I ignored them. Truth is, I never hear my neighbour calling me. Even if they did, I should have heard. I suspect that she told my neighbours that we don't feed her... or some other tall tales that she can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad scolded me for not being aware of my house surroundings. Got another scolding from Mom too. Darn Old Backstabber!!! She got her revenge. I am patient... I am being patience.. Now I just hope that one day... Just one fine day.. the old backstabber will get what she deserves!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I will be happy to say, "Serves her right!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-8147678432290476138?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8147678432290476138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=8147678432290476138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8147678432290476138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8147678432290476138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/01/sinister-lady-strikes-again.html' title='Sinister Lady Strikes Again'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-8818017925109335601</id><published>2007-01-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:48:27.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pinkie Curtain</title><content type='html'>I had my curtain washed in the washing machine the other day. And it came out of the machine... TORNED! &lt;em&gt;Koyak!&lt;/em&gt; A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; Hole!. So big that you can actually put your entire head through it, looking stupid in the mirror! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried sewing it up... until halfway, me &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; pitied me... and asked me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Playing with my needles &amp;amp; thread. Wanna join?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; took a look at the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Come, let's go out and buy a ready-made curtain for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Reeeeally??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; doesn't usually offer to buy something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Really. Get change now. I will tell ur mother."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went to Alka-Ria, then Kamdar, then Pacific after the previous both gives either negative results or curtains-of-not-my-choice. I had a pick of a new pinkie curtain in Pacific. Not really my choice either, but it's the best I can get from the 3 places.. and no more choices to go to anymore. Just grab the last curtain on display to hang it up in my room temporary until i've met the curtain-of-my-own-choice. Pink. Again.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Your room is dark, you should choose a brighter colour&lt;/span&gt;," says &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Alright."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;There's no other better choice anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-8818017925109335601?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8818017925109335601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=8818017925109335601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8818017925109335601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/8818017925109335601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-pinkie-curtain.html' title='New Pinkie Curtain'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116780101601806158</id><published>2007-01-03T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:25:38.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old SINISTER Lady</title><content type='html'>I woke up early today, with a good mood. I look at the family laundry basket, and I thought, time for laundry! I got downstairs towards the kitchen door leading to the washing machine outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;And I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) the aluminium door was unhatched;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) the 2 padlocks on the grill was not there, but beside the basin next to the door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that come into my mind was, WAS THERE A THIEF WHEN I WAS SLEEPING?!&lt;br /&gt;Then I opened the grill door to let myself out, and I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) the soap powder container was not closed properly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I knew, this was the work of THE old lady, my sinister grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;Since I already knew it was her doings, I made a mental note to tell her the insecurities if she were to leave the doors unlocked again.&lt;br /&gt;After I hung up my clothes on the line to dry, I saw her sitting comfortably on the sofa watching her drama series. I just make it simple telling her she must not left those undone again, as I do not wish to talk to her so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ah Mah, the door was unhatched when i went out to do the laundry. And so is the 2 padlocks. And the soap powder container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: What? Now you want to find fault with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: No, I'm just telling you that if u leave the doors unlocked again, it is dangerous. And please close the container tightly next time you use the powder. It may get wet from the rain and turn the soap powder hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: That container was already loose when I used it. Your parents didn't closed it properly yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Then when you used it, you may help to shut it tightly. Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: Aarrhh... I do not want to touch those things that were of yours! Later all of you will blame me! I went out to do my laundry too, I saw the container already not shut tightly. I left it as it is. If not, you all will blame me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Then the doors, next time please shut it with padlocks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: I just went out for a moment! Cannot??!! Why must I shut it when yesterday your parents can open it whole day! I was inside my room for a while after my laundry. You already think you are great. You can hear what I did from inside my room. You should know what I do inside my room! All those things, you can do, but I cannot do! All you do is to find fault with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (I just reach BM yesterday, so I think she meant my Mom opened the door to do some spring cleaning) But yesterday there are people downstairs. That is why we didn't close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: You just want to find fault with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Why do I want to find fault with you?? I just remind you to close the door next time to prevent those stray cats from coming in. You wouldn't be in the living room all the time. You sometimes stay in your room. Nobody's outside to watch the door. Do you want the stray cats to come in? Who's going to clean the poo then??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: All of you are the same! All the small things, you will blame me! All the faults, you will blame me! You think you are already an adult?! You are not an adult yet! You don't know what it feels like! I take care of my grandchildre--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: No, you didn't take care of me and my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: Your parents don't let me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Which I understand why they do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: I will tell your father about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Go ahead and tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: Now you think you can "action" already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Yes! (I was beginning to boil up too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: Ooohh.. Now you think you're so clever??! Do you think I want to stay at your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Quietly hoping she doesn't hears says) If you don't like it, move. (But she heard me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: You think you're so clever, huh?! Next time you won't have any boy child!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed at her remarks. I mean, she says I find faults with her which actually she pick fights with me. And she even threatens to tell my father about this. As if I am afraid. And then, she even cursed me not to have a boy-child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ah Mah&lt;/span&gt;: Why are you laughing? Wat is so nice to laugh at? All of you.. ALL of you in this family are always bullying me! Always!!! $%#^#^%&amp;amp;^^%$#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I just went upstairs, switched on my music volume loud enough to drown her voice. I know she still is mumbling, but I don't care what she says. The most angst thing is, she cursed me not to have a boy-child! Not that I think having a baby-boy is important, to me, both is the same.. girl or boy. But to see that she acts so childish, it really is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I must admit, I don't feel good after arguing with her. I felt victorious, but sickly inside. My heart was pumping like it was moving as quick as the bullet train. I have broken a couple of the chinese traditional rules, which is&lt;br /&gt;#1 Must not fight with elders&lt;br /&gt;#2 Must respect the elders&lt;br /&gt;These traditional rules are good to obey. Though, I already disobeyed it with my grandmother. She picks fight with either me or my sisters when they're around. My sisters told me all about it. I believe them. Sometimes my sisters had quite the same cases as mine. I pitied my sisters more because I am more afraid of what she might do to my sisters rather than to me. And the old lady's attitude don't appeal to me to respect her. She is totally not a model grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I respect her as a grandmother, when she herself do not respect me as her grandchild??&lt;br /&gt;How can I love her as a grandmother, when she herself do not love me as her grandchild?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... just maybe, I can TRY to love her.. but her attitude, her jealousy, her speech, just made me want to throw up at her. This is not the first time she picks up a fight with me. There some other times where I just advised her, and she just flared up. But this is the most serious one of all. There was even one time the she tried to "kill" herself in my bedroom to get people to pity her, by saying nobody cares for her anymore. But did she cares for anyone other than herself? Anyone? Anyone at all?? I don't think so. Then there was another time that she backstabbed me by telling lies about me to my 3rd uncle. Luckily my eldest aunt believed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept telling me to &lt;em&gt;let her be&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Just be patient&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt; Remember the times she takes care of you when you were younger.&lt;/em&gt; (Sorry, she DID NOT take care of me when I was a baby. She just never did.) &lt;em&gt;Remember the things she done for you&lt;/em&gt;. (Sorry, she never did anything for me and my sisters. She just never cared.) &lt;em&gt;Or just remember the times you both shared together when you were younger&lt;/em&gt;. (Sorry, she never was there. Never ever was there. EVER.) &lt;em&gt;She is just an old lady. Just let her be senile once in a while&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, how I WISHED she really IS senile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she wants people to respect her, did she ever think of why people doesn't respect her?&lt;br /&gt;Did she ever think of why all my other uncles and aunts don't appreciate her?&lt;br /&gt;Does she ever think of her big sly mouth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: NO, I don't think it will EVER OCCUR to her!&lt;br /&gt;And because of her, i'm feeling grumpy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116780101601806158?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116780101601806158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116780101601806158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116780101601806158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116780101601806158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-sinister-lady.html' title='The Old SINISTER Lady'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116587090294228839</id><published>2006-12-11T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:02:06.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough is Enough!</title><content type='html'>I can't stand those naggings anymore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to listen.. one ear in, one ear out. Just making her satisfied as if I was listening to her. Sometimes I complained a little about an itsy bitsy "what-ifs", just to let the curiosity lift off my brain cells so that those neurons could rest from thinking too hard. But every topic we talked, things we'll be doing when Dad goes to KL for his police duties, like facial treatments, freedom, food, recipes, books, clothes for CNY, shoppings, even hunks! You'll be amazed by how she can related all these points into my big problem and when I begin to either anwering her non-challantly, or trying to drift off the subject, she begins to pin-point at me bringing back all the reasons of why I can't get what I wanted. My itsy bitsy "what-ifs". And for such a "wonderous" reason, she always asked me: Why are you not getting a job yet? That would solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her my reasons. I needed a break. I do not want to be reading another 1 inch alphabetically arranged idiom, lexeme, locution, morpheme, name, phrases, sound, term, usage, vocable, sentences, books of regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already agreed with me. She also agreed that I can go to Singapore to relax before I start to seriously get a job. She even help me to persuade my Dad into letting me crossing the country's border without parent's supervision for the first time. By the way, I have an over-protective dad. Not that I mind, but sometimes it did get on my nerves. She helped me alot, financially. That's why I thought, she, out of all people understood the reason why I am still looking at the 4 blank walls at home. I enjoyed it. At the momet, of course. On her other hand, she still give hints like TeckSeng Plastics Berhad needs people; or Dell's got a recruitment drive at Traveller's Hotel, or Belleview Group has an empty chair; or Muda Paper Mill will definitely accept you if you just send in your resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Mom, just so you know, I've completed my resume on Jobstreet, as well as JobsDB, and other recruiting companies that I can find. I've even bought newspapers, especially saturday's The Star for their thicker recruitment pull-out.&lt;br /&gt;So Mom, I still love you, I will now send my online resumes and wait for their replies, and&lt;br /&gt;enough is enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116587090294228839?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116587090294228839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116587090294228839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116587090294228839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116587090294228839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/12/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough!'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116587444945174076</id><published>2006-12-10T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T06:03:14.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Small Small World</title><content type='html'>After &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Shen&lt;/span&gt;'s eldest sister's wedding dinner, I went to meet up with my friends in Autocity. Since Dad's driving his car, I had him to drop me off at Swenson's. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RoSeCS&lt;/span&gt; texted me to join him &amp; his friends when i was at the wedding. I was kind of bored so I agreed. Over there, I met a friend of my friend, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt;, who coincidently is also &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RoSeCS&lt;/span&gt;'s friends. What a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was at the table, I was introduced to his group of friends, all from HSBM. Hill Side Black Monkey! (Highschool Bukit Mertajam, to be exact. It's an old family joke that I used to tease my Dad cause he was an ex-HSBMer too. Teeheehee~) Too many of his friends that night, I forgot some names. I smiled and shoke their hands, and joined their table. They were talking about some jokes on their band (they were from their school band team), and catching up on some of their long-lost bandmates, while I look around. I never been to Swenson's before. It's a new 3rd phase of Autocity's. Swenson's is specialized of ice-creams and deserts, but my stomach was too full of the previous dinner. I just asked for a glass of plain water instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;CN&lt;/span&gt; asked me to look across another table and asked me whether do I know those girls because they seem to look familiar to her. She guessed they're from CBM (my Dad calls it Cute &amp;amp; Beautiful Maidens because pretty girls studies there in that school during his time, which I guess the reason he enrolled me there too~ wakakaka~ :D ) I looked over at that table and confirmed to her that those girls were 1 year my junior. Very smart girls. Prefects. JPA Scholarships. I knew those girls were looking at me too. Though I have slightly changed my apperance since secondary, there are still something familiar among all CBM girls that as if we know there was a connection somewhere. Then there was another group of people coming in. Me and the girls turned our head simultaneously towards them. There was one girl in the group. Another CBM girl. 2 years my junior, 1 year theirs. What a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my attention back on my table again. They were talking about Form 6 in HSBM. It turned out all of us were actually in HSBM for at least one week. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;RoSeSC&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;CM&lt;/span&gt;, and I were there for 2 weeks before going to MMU, but we do not know each other yet at that time. I only know &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RoSeSC&lt;/span&gt; at my first year in MMU. So they were all very surprise to know I was "half"-HSBM too, but yet do not know me. Most probably because I was transferred from CBM to HSBM after Form5. They started to stated their Lower 6's classes, I was in 6PBE. Some of them, I think, were my classmates too, I'm not so sure. Silly, 2 weeks is not enough to know all your classmates. But still, what a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually nothing significant in this post. Just appreciate the time being together with old friends while meeting the new ones, and discovering that they actually knew your other friends or your friend's friend from another friend. Like a network. What a small small world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116587444945174076?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116587444945174076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116587444945174076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116587444945174076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116587444945174076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-small-small-world.html' title='What a Small Small World'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116556523394026345</id><published>2006-12-07T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T16:07:13.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catastrophies of My OLD Pc</title><content type='html'>It's like 1 month this blog's untouched. Literal spiders crawling all over it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't online those past few weeks because of a few malfunctions:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Modem got struck by lightning.&lt;br /&gt;2) Call the Streamyx technician and replaced the old one with a new, smaller, modem.&lt;br /&gt;3) Hardisc A went kaput!&lt;br /&gt;4) Good-hearted technician helpfully-accidentally format my backup hardisc B.&lt;br /&gt;5) Bought a new Hardisc C but my old pc cannot detect it.&lt;br /&gt;6) Ol' hardisc B is back with only 98% recovered.&lt;br /&gt;7) Installing Sweet's present to me, a webcam.&lt;br /&gt;8) Setting up hardisc B to test hardisc C, results is still unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116556523394026345?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116556523394026345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116556523394026345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116556523394026345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116556523394026345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/12/catastrophies-of-my-old-pc.html' title='Catastrophies of My OLD Pc'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116257686216196074</id><published>2006-11-01T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:14:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird</title><content type='html'>I just reached my hometown. Took my 2 days before I finally managed to butt up my lazy arms to unpack.. and plug-in my pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did household chores all around as usual, sweeping, moping the floor, laundrying for my family.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really called up my friends and tell them that I'm back yet. I am still hanging around my own home, doing things I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered howcome there's still nagging from my Mom's mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I remembered. I just graduated. Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;I better get a job. Fast! Sigh... my poor eardrums...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116257686216196074?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116257686216196074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116257686216196074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116257686216196074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116257686216196074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird.html' title='Weird'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116239390250855110</id><published>2006-10-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:15:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsonists on Mooncake Festival</title><content type='html'>It was past midnight. On the eve of Mooncake Festival, where the moon is round, clouds are gray, and skies are black. The sight of the night is so illuminating. Just the right moment to reach tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I heard someone pissing, as in "psst.. psst..", in front of my house. I walked to the living room. I immedietly saw the fire! BUT, it's still a small fire.. with many many pieces of them dancing! Then I saw.. 2 guys outside my house. Ooh..Mai..Gawd~~~ Again, the pissing. And then my name. I squinted my eyes. I saw them outside my gate. Those two fellas.. those wanted to set fire. The arsonists! It was.. it was.. I shoke my head left and right, and say, "Hold on, let me get my keys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my room, got my keys, opened my gate, and uttered slowly, "What. The. HECK! Are you guys doing to my house??!"&lt;br /&gt;The answer was "mmffm mffm mfffmfmf".&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Again the answer, "Happy Moon Cake Festival!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanx, and the candles are for?? Not burning my gate, i suppose."&lt;br /&gt;Another one answered, "Why? You don't like it?"&lt;br /&gt;"If the purpose is not to burn down my gate, I think it's ok. Why are you guys doing this?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer, "It's a surprise for both you and Jes."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I see. So I assume, I should go inside and wake Jes up to see this too huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, please."&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on." I walked back into my room, and wake Jes, my roomate, up to see the dancing fire outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night was shaken with, "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARE YOU TRYING TO BURN DOWN MY HOUSE??!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This post is dedicated to CYK &amp;amp; LYY**&lt;br /&gt;P/S: YK, thanx for the mini mooncakes u've made for us. It's a cutie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116239390250855110?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116239390250855110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116239390250855110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116239390250855110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116239390250855110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/10/arsonists-on-mooncake-festival.html' title='Arsonists on Mooncake Festival'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-116017615030573454</id><published>2006-10-07T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T01:42:33.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Officially 22 in Malacca</title><content type='html'>Firstly, i wondered on the months I left my blog covered with dust? Well, literally it's "dusty". Been idling for quite some time. How long was it? I think since the starting of this new semester, so it's like about 2-3 months, I suppose. I just can't find the right mood to blog. Oh right, now I'm blaming on my moodiness to blog about something. Darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna jot down the memory lane of my 22nd Bday in Malacca, as this will be my last Birthday in Malacca. I'm gonna grad!!! Muahahaha... I just keep counting till the last day I want to leave MMU. And the number gradually decreases. It's a happy thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap, back to my jotting downs. Firstly, I wanna thank my roomie, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jecilyn&lt;/span&gt;, for the quite hush-hush "night" which I didn't know what was happening outside my room as she kept me talking to her. Reason: to take my concentration out of it. Next, thanks to my new housemates, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ray&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Xiayan&lt;/span&gt;, for pretending not to know when my birthday is. That was very nice of u guys to pretend. By the way, how much did &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jecilyn&lt;/span&gt; bribe u guys to keep pretending, huh? Lastly, my grateful appreciation to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; for lying to me. Previously &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; told me that he will not be celebrating on the Eve of my birthday, but the night of my birthday itself. I remember the conversation happened the day before my birthday and it started like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;, I wanna tell u this thing about your birthday... You're having your first paper on the 3rd, right? So, I think I'll only be celebrating with you after your exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (I was kind of sad actually) Meaning, when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: On the night of the 3rd, of course! Your exam is in the morning. So, me &amp; you, at night, after I finish my work, around 7.00pm. Set, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Sad, but still trying to act cheerful) Sure, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;: I just want you to concentrate on your exams. For your own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: I know you're doing for my good. Thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I never suspect anything on the eve of my Bday, except for the anticipation of many phone calls &amp;amp; SMSes from my friends. At 11.00pm, as usual, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; called me to wish me an early "Happy 22nd Birthday" and a "good night" before he sleeps. At 11.30pm, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; called just to chat about him playing with his new Nokia N90 while driving from Seremban back to Malacca. I scolded him that it was dangerous to do 2 things at once while driving, and he said he'll hung up just for my sake. At 11.55pm, my phone rang again from &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; telling me that he have reached the Malacca states... That was when my 016-line rang. I put &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; on hold and pick up the other phone on my other free hand. Straight away the speaker, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AP&lt;/span&gt;, sang a Happy Birthday song in 3 various languages of English, Mandarin, &amp; Malay. I couldn't keep myself from laughing cause I kept stopping the singer, but he didn't even bother to stop even though I told him I was ROTFL! Anyway, I did thank my friend for his sincerity. Then I was back on the phone with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;, when he suddenly told me to turn to face the window. I was like, OMG you're here right in front of my house!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; just laughed when at the same time, outside my room, there were loud voices singing "Happy Birthday". I was, again, HOLY-COW you guys (&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; my housemates) were standing right outside my room, with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; holding a birthday cake! I shouted loudly with surprise... and then remembered I was actually still on the line with &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;!!! Gosh, i must have blasted his eardrums off, which i think his handphone must be many miles away from his ears! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, after blowing MY favourite chocolate cake and all sorts, I opened the gate for &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; came down from his car with something hiding behind him. It was obviously my present, but I didn't realize just how big it was until he handed it to me. It was a gigantic red Patrick dog! Thank you dear friend, it's a great pleasure to receive such an enormous Patrick. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt; told me he brought something else, and hinted me to look for it. After a few minutes of the guessing game, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;YK&lt;/span&gt; came out of the car when I spotted him hiding in the front seat of &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;YY&lt;/span&gt;'s big Nissan Frontier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the finale, as a usual the very very last ritual of a Bday is to treat everyone a piece of the birthday cake. No one is allowed to play with the cream because of 2 reasons (1) the cake was expensive, i guess.. hehe..; (2) no playing cake games in my room; (3) the cake is small, therefore it is only sufficient for 8 person only! Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~Not to forget, I wanna thank all my housemates, friends &amp;amp; family who wished me my 22nd Bday~*~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: Gosh, I feel so old now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-116017615030573454?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/116017615030573454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=116017615030573454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116017615030573454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/116017615030573454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-officially-22-in-malacca.html' title='Being Officially 22 in Malacca'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-115417596284931721</id><published>2006-07-29T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T06:05:32.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manglish + Chinglish (???)</title><content type='html'>I am so fed up of correcting people's English recently. Really, the English language used among students are really deteriorating! Most of it, so much of &lt;strong&gt;'Chinglish'&lt;/strong&gt; (Chinese + English) &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;'Manglish'&lt;/strong&gt; (Malay +English)! I'm not implying that my English is good, but I do take pride that it is at least bearable. I do have my flaws, but I wouldn't think that mine's a serious case. I mean, darn! Take a look at some part of the assignment that I have to correct for my Malaysian Studies subject done by my groupmates:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· Thursday - Bridegroom’s parents go bride’s house to inspect the bed so that the new couple can faster get a baby and happiness in their new life together and their relationship can last for very long. If bridegroom’s parents satisfied with the preparation or decoration of the wedding, they will fold the bed shed. If bridegroom’s parents not satisfied the preparation or decoration of the wedding, they will cancel the wedding ceremony because is bridegroom side give money to prepare the wedding ceremony. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find any faults? My reflex systems suddenly fingers onto my keyboard and did this ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Thursday - &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; bridegroom’s parents &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; go &lt;strong&gt;to the&lt;/strong&gt; bride’s house to inspect the bed so that &lt;em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;new couple can devote into each other to have a baby in a short time,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;accompanied by happiness in their new life together so that their relationship can last longer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; If &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; bridegroom’s parents &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; satisfied with the preparation or decoration of the wedding, they will fold the bed shed. &lt;strong&gt;On the other hand, if the&lt;/strong&gt; bridegroom’s parents &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; not satisfied &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; the preparation or &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; decoration of the wedding, they will cancel the wedding ceremony because &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bridegroom's side is responsible to fund the preparations of the wedding ceremony. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And try translating these --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday - This is their proper wedding. The bride will wear a ‘kebaya laboh’ (cabaia) and ‘kain sarung sutera berwarna putih (saia) beserta kasut yang bermanik Rambutnya didandan dengan cucuk sanggul dan permata tiruan. Sebelum ke gereja dia mencium tangan ibu dan ayahnya serta seluruh keluarga. Upacara ini dinamakan “large Noiba”. Pengantin lelaki pula memakai suit hitam, baju dan bow berwarna putih berserta topi tinggi yang diikat pita hitam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...into ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - This is their proper wedding. The bride will wear a ‘kebaya laboh’ (cabaia) and a &lt;strong&gt;white sarong silk with beaded shoes. Her hair will be tied up in an elegant bun, secured with a ‘cucuk sanggul’ with fake diamonds for the glitters. Before going to the church, the bride is supposed to pay her respect and ask for blessings from her parents and the entire family, especially the elders by kissing the back palm of their hands. This custom is called “Large Noiba”. Conversely, the bridegroom will be wearing a black suit with a white bow and a tall hat which are tied with black tape.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think of myself as a teacher and a translator.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I've only finished page 7 and I still have 13 more pages to go... all with the same TERRIBLE grammar mistakes, which I would say, only happens from a primary student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysians, please, I pray to you, PLEASE IMPROVE YOUR ENGLISH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-115417596284931721?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/115417596284931721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=115417596284931721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/115417596284931721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/115417596284931721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/07/manglish-chinglish.html' title='Manglish + Chinglish (???)'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-115391652711654920</id><published>2006-07-25T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:40:45.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Highland with MMU Badminton Club</title><content type='html'>Idling for a long time do make me feel guilty. I thought I would never get tired of blogging.. but I think I just did. Too bad for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna write something on the Genting trip I went last few months. Well, 2 months ago to be exact. A trip to Genting Highlands with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Multimedia University's Badminton Club (2005/06),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all living expenses fully paid for 3D/2N, and a free buffet meal at Coffee Terrace, one of Genting's most expensive restaurant. Coffee Terrace is the most fabulous restaurants I've been to, not considering it's lovely interior, but also it's extensively large selection of local, nyonya, western, japanese, etc. (I can't finish the whole list!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on a very cloudy day. So, instead of taking the pictures of the greeneries, we took pictures of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 366px" height="1150" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/290520061000.jpg" width="1496" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chee Perng&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; in the Cable Car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we checked into our hotel rooms at 3pm sharp. It was exhausting and everybody's taking a rest... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 504px; HEIGHT: 415px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/290520061004.jpg" width="464" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chee Perng&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; Playing with His New Nokia N70&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second night, that's when the &lt;em&gt;badminton gluttons&lt;/em&gt; went to Coffee Terrace to rip the yummy food off the buffet table! &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 371px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/300520061017.jpg" width="561" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Cutie Cupcakes =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 346px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/300520061024.jpg" width="540" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Chee Perng&lt;/span&gt;... again... (don't know why, but I love taking pics with this fella.. just hope he don't get too perasan now.. Muahahaha... =P&lt;/em&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 485px; HEIGHT: 397px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/300520061029.jpg" width="559" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;, my new housemate... still at Coffee Terrace~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 504px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/300520061018.jpg" width="432" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SzeMing&lt;/span&gt;, my Vios driver! (hehehe.. jz kidding ya fren =&gt;); &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;YongQing&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HoeHwang&lt;/span&gt; (my Announcer) &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M3&lt;/span&gt; ---&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHEERS~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 501px; HEIGHT: 423px" height="451" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/IMG_0065-1.jpg" width="815" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Gluttons of Malacca MMU Badminton Club&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing: &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;WeiShen&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HoeHwang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HanChun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SzeMing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WeeYet&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;M3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Squatting: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;YongQing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CheePerng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DunSiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the &lt;em&gt;gluttons&lt;/em&gt; wanted to go for walk outside to take some fresh COOL air after they've stuffed a whole amount food into their tight tummies. And some serious things we were after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 501px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/300520061041.jpg" width="567" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;WeeYet&lt;/span&gt; vandalize the police car??? Hmm.. I don't think I'm allowed to post the next-actioned picture.. Kekeke...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious or not, that was not the actual case. There are more serious things that these guys planned AND WANTED to do... which is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 475px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/310520061046.jpg" width="577" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHA~!!! Chor Tai Di---&gt; Caught In The Act!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, when the trip was over, we managed to get a very darn clear picture of the mountains from "someone's" new N70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 497px; HEIGHT: 326px" height="600" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Genting%20wif%20Badminton%202006/310520061056.jpg" width="565" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Comment&lt;/em&gt;: It was an enjoyable trip, just too bad that I didn't join them to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kuala Lumpur International Motorshow 2006 (KLIMS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was also a tummy-filling trip with a 3 free buffet meals which makes &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; commented, "You're getting fatter in the past 3 days!" when I reached Malacca. But then again, he took me to a steamboat buffet on the next night!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, how can I not eat all these mouth-watering buffet meals? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One word: Temptation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-115391652711654920?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/115391652711654920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=115391652711654920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/115391652711654920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/115391652711654920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/07/genting-highland-with-mmu-badminton.html' title='Genting Highland with MMU Badminton Club'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114840938921850208</id><published>2006-05-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:36:29.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-CBM Student and Staff Gathering</title><content type='html'>It's been like for weeks since I've logged on to my Friendster account. Found so many left over messages there.. including those important ones like our ex-CBM gathering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EX-CBM GIRLS, STAFF &amp; STUDENT GATHERING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Buffet &amp;amp; Steamboat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: 25th June 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Grand Parkroyal, Batu Ferringhi, Penang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Price: RM55/pax&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who's going.. for all i'm sure is &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SookMing&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know about the rest. As for myself, I have to loose this good opportunity as my semester starts on the 19th of June 2006. A week before the longing date. An &lt;em&gt;opportunity cost&lt;/em&gt; I have to make. Pah~ more of economic terms. Convent, oh, Convent BM, I miss my alma mater so much...&lt;br /&gt;Since it is the appointed choice I HAVE to MAKE, then so it is. I CAN'T GO TO THE GATHERING EVEN THOUGH I WANTED TO~!!!  ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... for those who are going, hope you guys can enjoy yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Bring me alot alot of pictures or photos, ok? Including our beloved teachers who has already retired. I really miss you people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114840938921850208?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114840938921850208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114840938921850208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114840938921850208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114840938921850208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/05/ex-cbm-student-and-staff-gathering.html' title='Ex-CBM Student and Staff Gathering'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114841107802834847</id><published>2006-05-22T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T03:04:38.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes Founded~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kind of bored while reading just the black &amp; while of my photostateed textbooks. Nye~Nye~Nye~ My textbooks photostated. My highlighters just finished its ink, and it can't splatter colours on my notes anymore. So what? No money to buy original, no money to buy new highlighters. How? Blogging lor... =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, got these jokes from an email of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four friends reunited at a party after 30 years.After a few laughs and drinks, one of them had to go to therest room. The ones who stayed behind began to talk about their kids and their successes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The first guy says&lt;/span&gt;: I am very proud of my son, heismy prideand joy. He started working at a very successfulcompany at the bottom ofthe barrel. He studied Economics and BusinessAdministration soon he waspromoted and began to climb the corporate ladderbecoming the General Manager and now he is thepresident of the company. He became so rich thathe gave his best friend a top of the line MercedesBenz for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The second guy says&lt;/span&gt;: Damn! That's terrific!! My son is also my pride and joy, I am very proud of him. He startedworking at a traveling agency for a very big airline. He went to flight school to become a pilot and also managed to become a partner in the company where he now owns the majority of the assets. Hebecame so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The third guy says&lt;/span&gt;: Well, well, well congratulations!! My son is also my pride and joy and he is also very rich. He studied in the best universities and became an Engineer. He started his own construction company and became very successful and a multimillionaire. He also gave away some thing very nice and expensive to his best friend for his birthday. He built a 30,000 sq ft mansionspeciallyfor his friend.&lt;br /&gt;The three friends congratulated each other mutually for the successes of theirs sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The forth friend&lt;/span&gt; who earlier had gone to restroom returned and asked: What's going on, what are all the congratulations for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;One of the three said&lt;/span&gt;: "We were talking about the pride we feel for the successes of our sons.'' And then he asked, "What about your son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The forth man replied&lt;/span&gt;: My son is Gay and he makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;The three friends said&lt;/span&gt;: What a shame that must be, that is horrible, what a disappointment you must feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;The forth man replied&lt;/span&gt;: No, I am not ashamed. Not at all. He is my son and I love him just as well, he is my pride and joy. And he is very lucky too. Did you know that his birthday just passed and the other day he received abeautiful 30,000 sq ft mansion, a brand new jet and a top of the line Mercedes Benz from his three boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In biology exam paper,the teacher ask the student to draw a female-reproductive organ. 1 girl feels shy and looks down...&lt;br /&gt;A guy shouts, " Sir, she's copying...!"&lt;br /&gt;*.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114841107802834847?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114841107802834847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114841107802834847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114841107802834847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114841107802834847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/05/jokes-founded.html' title='Jokes Founded~'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114719698055076434</id><published>2006-05-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T01:49:40.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Mature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/AsIMature.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114719698055076434?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114719698055076434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114719698055076434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114719698055076434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114719698055076434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-i-mature.html' title='As I Mature'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114711837440065271</id><published>2006-05-09T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T04:32:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILO-holics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; went to Genting without me..... Boohoohoo... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to substitute him with 'Simple Life' TVB drama instead. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; will be soooo mad when he knows I had stuck myself with the idiot PC. Idiot box, Idiot PC? Whatever. Hahaha.. Anyway, me tummy started grumbling at 3.15pm. Late lunch.. Or was it "Luntea"? &lt;lunch tea =" Luntea"&gt; Whichever it is, the word still seems a little bit odd, don't you think? ;-)&lt;lunch tea=" Luntea"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my scrangky kitchen I went in a hope to dig out something edible, but all i could find was expired Maggi Mees. Sigh.... Then my eyes got hooked on Milo... ooOOOOoooOooooOOoooo... Milo... MILO... M.I.L.O..... M. I. L. O.&lt;br /&gt;My fingers uncontrollably grabbed the Milo like it hadn't been for ages...&lt;br /&gt;And then I opened the Milo tin... put the lid aside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Milo was hard like STONE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;How to eat?? How to eat?? I think I have surprised you. Yes, I EAT MILO.. not drink. Yes, I am a MILOMONSTER, I eat Milo. Muahahahaha... But my Milo today was as hard as a stone...&lt;br /&gt;darn! darn! darn!&lt;br /&gt;I looked around... saw something glitters that caught my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Ah-hah! A KNIFE!!! Felt like wanna kill Milo and eat it. I mean, "kill" Milo. I took the knife and started poking at first at the Milo, then only started punching the knife in when the Milo was really really hard. No bluff. Really hard Milo. Kill! Kill! Kill! Muahahahaha... MUAHAHAHA... The Milo came out in a cookie-like texture.. hard like cookie, shapeless like pebbles, but taste like chocolate. Emmm... Delicious.. Tat's was what I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~A Milo cookie~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what I've done the whole afternoon was digging for more Milo Cookies!&lt;br /&gt;And people says workaholic, I'm so Miloholics~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114711837440065271?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114711837440065271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114711837440065271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114711837440065271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114711837440065271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/05/milo-holics.html' title='MILO-holics'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114484870644247827</id><published>2006-04-30T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:38:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TriNite 2006 @ Equitorial Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st April 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.. after Fiesta, I think I should write something on TriNite as well.&lt;br /&gt;For some obvious reson, TriNite was better than last year. And also not forgetting that it IS better than Fiesta. I got ready at 5.30pm to wait for &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SeowBoon&lt;/span&gt; to fetch me to the hairstylist's place to get my hair and make up done. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; was here with me in my house waiting for his sister too. The appointment is at 6pm but we reached there at 6.20pm, for some reasons. Though we were late, I still like my make up and hairdo. And I get it with the money I paid with. Yes, I paid with. No more sponsors this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people are really professionals, I tell you; I got my brows nicely done within minutes, and make up in 5, and those added sparkly eyeshadows. The hairstylist is fast with her hands. I asked for a full-hair-up, but she said my hair is too thick, it'll be too heavy and too big if all my hair are up on my head. So she suggested a half-hair-up. I argued that it'll be the same style with others, I don't want my hairstyle to clash, I WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE! And so, she suggested a side-half-tie. I wondered what does she mean, but I just let her deal with my hair as long as it doesn't clash with other people. Firstly, she split my hair into half, top &amp; bottom. Then she took the top part, an separate them again into four strips; two front, and two back. She took the back strip from the left, twist it a little, and pinned it on the right side. Later, she gathered the pinned hair together with the back-right strip and made a loose french braid. It looks like a loose stupid french braid hanging on my right ear at first, but it appears to be a trick. The hairstylist took a thin-pointy comb and begin to brush hard at the braid from the tips to the roots of my hair!! My face was going to scream, "Holy cow! My hair!!!", but after a few seconds, the shape comes to view. The hairstylist was actually trying to make a rose from my hair. The "rose" eventually came out in petals and afew 'hair-loops' acting as leaves, and the top braids (which was not combed roughly) as the stem; was pinned at the off-right of my hair. It was secured with numbers of hairpins and an amount of strong holding spray. I was quite satisfied with her 'artwork' but it still look a little bit plain though, IF we didn't notice the 'rose'. In the end, I asked her to spray some gold &amp; maroon colour on my hair, and add a little bit of glitters for the final touches. An additional of RM10. But I was satisfied anyway. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we changed and charged into EQ, it was already 8.05pm. I tried to call &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; to wake him up before this, but he doesn't want to pick up my phone. He sent me an SMS later telling me that he might not be able to make it because he felt feverish. I was kind of sad because it is my final year, I've got myself done nicely, satisfied with my hair &amp;amp; make up, felt beautiful in my new golden-red gown, but here I am, in the prom... partnerless. I even told my friends about the bad news, when they asked me where &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; was. My friends tried to cheer me up with the excitement of taking photographs together. They're so nice and considerate. Really love these bunch! Saw a friend of mine holding a bouquet of flowers standing near a table, so I went up to him planning a tease in my mind. I teased him about the secret girl who's gonna get his bouquet, he just smiled sheepishedly and suggested that we take pics together. I agreed, and asked him whether can i hold the flowers? Hehehe... (Hmm.. this reminds me to take my photo from him.) I thanked him for the photo, and he thanked me too, and he complimented on me!! Muahahaha... he said I was beautiful... Muahahaha... *flying on cloud nine** beautiful... you're beautiful... *cow jumped over the moon*... you're beautiful, it's true.. Muahahaha... beautiful.. *ROTFL~* (dreaming~) Ahem~Anyway, I thanked him and complimented his 'lengzhai-ness' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Trinite's program flow goes on very well, from an outsider's view. The entertainment was AWESOME!!! We had &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amber Chia, Jaclyn Victor, Daniel Lee, &amp; Reshmonu&lt;/span&gt; in da houz! After those performance, we've met &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LiLing&lt;/span&gt;'s friend, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Kevin Lim&lt;/span&gt;, who's working in EQ. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; brought us around the nice pictorial places in the hotel. Took quite a number of pictures... about 500 pictures from 4 digicams!!! After the prom, PureBar (one of the local clubs) gave free entrance to Trinite guests. We planned to go there initially, but it was fully crowded. Totally no space to dance.. So we went to Greenworld to shake our arses instead. After clubbing in a prom dress (with everybody in the club looking, it was very difficult to dance indeed), we went to Limbongan Burger to just let loose and hang around before the pretty night ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; was being very sweet tat night.&lt;br /&gt;(10) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; brought me a baloon when nobody has... I tied it to my chair, but I do not know who steal it later on. Wanna curse that fella! That was from &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;, no one ought to take it away from me!!!&lt;br /&gt;(9) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; bring me a plate full of dinner (main course, soup, and desert) when he knows I'm inconvenient to hold my dress while snatching food from the buffet table.&lt;br /&gt;(8) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; brought me drinks the whole night whenever I am thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;(7) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; pulled me another balloon to replace the lost one.&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; purposely cut his hair to suit the style.&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; blends well with my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; danced with me.&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; purposely choosed a tie to match with my gown.&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; bought me a beautiful necklace to match this prom.&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; is SO DARN SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 569px; HEIGHT: 427px" height="783" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02360-1.jpg" width="1060" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HuiSing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MeiLing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;YiFang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;PeiHwa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;LiLing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SeowBoon&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YuYin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 568px; HEIGHT: 455px" height="459" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02391-1-2.jpg" width="581" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="585" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02318.jpg" width="402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="358" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02312.jpg" width="431" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 175px" height="843" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02355-2.jpg" width="1114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Celebs~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 297px; HEIGHT: 456px" height="837" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02395-2.jpg" width="484" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~Sweet &amp;amp; M3~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All after all, TriNite is the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST PROM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've ever been to in my four years of university life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114484870644247827?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114484870644247827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114484870644247827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114484870644247827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114484870644247827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/04/trinite-2006-equitorial-hotel.html' title='TriNite 2006 @ Equitorial Hotel'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114500576512896850</id><published>2006-04-08T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:09:25.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam dgn Dol = Malaysia's "Dumb &amp; Dumber"</title><content type='html'>SAM:   Kenapa kamu cakap minum susu segarboleh bawa maut?&lt;br /&gt;DOL:    Sebab semalam semasa aku tengah minum,&lt;br /&gt;             lembu tu terajang aku. Nasib baik tak mati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Apasal ko marah kat tokey kedai 2 Ringgit tu?&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Sebab dia tipu. Aku beli 3 barang dia mintak6 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;             Kata kedai 2 Ringgit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Kau kata binatang peliharaan kau mati lemas?&lt;br /&gt;             Mana kau tau dia mati lemas?&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Sebab aku bela ikan emas. aku jumpa ia mati dalam air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Semalam aku nampak hantu!&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Uih! kau terkejut tak?&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Taklah.... hantu tu yang terkejut tengok aku.&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Mana kau tahu?&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Aku tengok muka dia pucat semacamjer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Apasal kopi yang kau buat ni rasa masin?&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Gula dah habis!&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Yang kau pergi campur garam apasal?&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Kan aku kata, sebab gula dah habislah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Aku tengok kau beberapa hari ini "candlelight&lt;br /&gt;             dinner" dengan bini kau, mesti dia suka.&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Dia marahlah. Aku lupa nak bayar bil elektrik,&lt;br /&gt;             api rumah aku dah kena potong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Aku ada AIDS? mana ada...&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Aku baca 1 dari 10 orang kat Negara ni ada aids.&lt;br /&gt;            Aku dah tanya 9 orang, semua tak ada aids, kau orang&lt;br /&gt;            ke 10, takpayah tanya, aku dah tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Dol, aku dengar bunyi batuk kau makinteruk!&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Iya ke? kalau macam ni aku kena banyak berlatih agar&lt;br /&gt;             dapat batuk dengan lebih baik lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM:   Dah dua kali perompak yang sama datang merompak&lt;br /&gt;             kedai kita.&lt;br /&gt;DOL:   Tu lah aku dah cakap kat kau, jangan pasang signboard&lt;br /&gt;            "SILA DATANG"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114500576512896850?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114500576512896850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114500576512896850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114500576512896850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114500576512896850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/04/sam-dgn-dol-malaysias-dumb-dumber.html' title='Sam dgn Dol = Malaysia&apos;s &quot;Dumb &amp; Dumber&quot;'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114484485912667206</id><published>2006-04-07T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:40:34.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta 2006 @ A' Famosa Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;31st March 2006.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frankly, this is the most suckiest prom I've ever been to. It's not like I've been to many proms, but as eyes may judge, it's not even a pass from me. I don't mean to put it so harshly, but still, I don't find the money &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; paid to this prom is worth it. Nevertheles, I wanna Thank &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; for it, including the hair &amp; make up, even though it really really is not worth the price. Sorry &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;, your first time setting up your hair is a disaster~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ORGANISERS are SO WRONG:&lt;br /&gt;# 1) Never ever let your 'customers'/prom attendees wait for 3 hrs just to get our hair done.&lt;br /&gt;# 2) Never ever ''fight for your rights'' with your 'customers'/prom attendees.&lt;br /&gt;# 3) Never ever cut queue with your 'customers'/prom attendees .&lt;br /&gt;# 4) Never ever give a black face to your 'customers'/prom attendees . Are you guys mourning or something???&lt;br /&gt;# 5) Give good directions, please.&lt;br /&gt;# 6) Give something that is of good quality when 'customers'/prom attendees have paid so much.&lt;br /&gt;# 7) Give a SWEET smile, please.&lt;br /&gt;# 8) Give better lucky draw gifts. Most of us do not need either Snoopy figurines trash from McD or A' Famosas' undersized T-shirts. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; can't even fit the L-sized ones!&lt;br /&gt;# 9) Give better entertainment, please. No more 5 minutes breakdance, 10 minutes band, 15 minutes babbling babboon as MC!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10) DO NOT say &lt;strong&gt;''Please don't dance too close!&lt;/strong&gt;'' during Prom. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a PROM for goodness sake!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*!^$£#$"£!^&amp;amp;¬"£%!$&gt;&lt;#~&lt;??? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the bright side, we've managed to make use of the place and turn it into a nice piece playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 502px; HEIGHT: 384px" height="384" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02221.jpg" width="584" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; on the stage after the night ends. Yes, I'm wearing hippie style to this prom. The theme is 'Waltzing Through Time' which people are suppose to be wearing costumes from the past eras including 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, hippie fashion, or traditional costumes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Andrew&lt;/span&gt; (from M'sian Idol 1). Nobody realized he was there. REALLY NOBODY... except me. Was the trend of M'sian Idols craze just dwindled away or it's just the crazy ol' me? Anyway, just taking this photo for my sisters to get jealous to~ Muahahaha.... &gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND a Bday place for my BLOVED &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BoonBoon&lt;/span&gt; too~! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MuuuuuaaXX~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="429" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Fiesta%20and%20TriNite%202006/DSC02220.jpg" width="572" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Neoh Ah Kor&lt;/span&gt;... and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;BoonBoon&lt;/span&gt;... Happy BurFFdaY~!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114484485912667206?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114484485912667206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114484485912667206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114484485912667206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114484485912667206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/04/fiesta-2006-famosa-resort.html' title='Fiesta 2006 @ A&apos; Famosa Resort'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114366134530839721</id><published>2006-03-28T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:42:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost 016 HP</title><content type='html'>My dear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED Nokia 8310&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;red band and 6 crystal studs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me so miserable,&lt;br /&gt;Without you I am nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Without you I am useless,&lt;br /&gt;Without you I am scatter-brained;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me thinking of you,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm searching in my pocket,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm searching in my bag,&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm searching on my desk;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've made me so nostalgic,&lt;br /&gt;With your black &amp; white screen,&lt;br /&gt;With your great &amp;amp; small body,&lt;br /&gt;With your sweet monotone &amp; loud voice;&lt;br /&gt;And also the one-sided red earrings with 6 crystal studs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh, why don't you make yourself reappear?&lt;br /&gt;And save me from all those troubles,&lt;br /&gt;And save me from all those dilemmas,&lt;br /&gt;And save me from all those naggings from  my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED Nokia 8310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red band and 6 crystal studs&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You are the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;present from AhMi &amp;amp; AhPa for my 19th Bday present&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;That is why, I so wish to have you back...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love you so Much~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114366134530839721?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114366134530839721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114366134530839721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114366134530839721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114366134530839721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/03/lost-016-hp.html' title='Lost 016 HP'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114338348578621292</id><published>2006-03-26T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:38:13.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-dominance</title><content type='html'>This week... list of my time-dominance:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) K-Economy Presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of forgot about this presentation which me and my Groupmates are suppose to be presenting because I'm so busy with my Sun-Tzu assignment. 5 minutes before 2.00pm, I called up &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;YiFang&lt;/span&gt; to ask her to sign the attendance for me. Luckily she reminded me about my assignment! Darn thingy, I forgot! And the worst thing is that I have no preparations and it's 5 more minutes to 2.00pm. Quickily I called &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WeeSean&lt;/span&gt; and asked him about the circumstances. I was really lucky because at 2.10pm, the first group is still setting up their slides, my group was the fourth group to present. I only have a few minutes to brush my teeth, bathe, and.. prepare for what I have to day in front of about 100 students. (Luckily, most of them skipped class for that day. So, i have only about 70 students, instead of 100. Ngek.. ngek... ngek...) Anyway, i reach class about 2.45pm, and about 3.20pm, it's our turn. And I would say. I did my presentation good enough. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Presentation was kind of normal to me as we, in the management class, had had alot of practices during our beta and gamma years. I was not nervous or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiyah, macam biasalah kan... dah buat presention banyak kali.. dah kira boring lar.. Hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Strategic Management Presentation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most troublesome assignment I've ever had! We're suppose to read Sun-Tzu Art of War and its strategies and apply it together with the strategies taken out from our textbook, and present it to "the investors from country called Guahuduit" so that they will have the confidence to invest in our company, Telcom which our competitors are Tigi and Naxis. Anyway, our dear country Guahuduit doesn't exist. I nearly laughed out loud when some of my coursemates really THINK THAT GUAHUDUIT IS A REAL COUNTRY!!! What a general knowledge~ Really burst my tummy out of laughing! &lt;em&gt;Men-siasui-kan IB students nia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Guahuduit means 'Gua-U-Duit" in a hokkien-malay mix, which also means, 'I Have Money'. Anyway, this presentation doesn't goes well as planned because the time is so limited as we did showed a corporate video that have taken about 13 minutes of our time. Another lecturer from the next class knocked the door of our class to rush us out. Darn fella!!! Doesn't he realize that our marks rely heavily on this StooPiG assignment?!!! *anger* Chicken Bum Bum Him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Global Operation Midterm Exam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this I was well waaaay behind for this subject's exam. I mean, everybody's been studying so much and I had only 1 night to study. All because of those damn 2 presentations! But I still gotta hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Assignment Submition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous was only a Sun-Tzu presentation, but now I have to rush for the written Sun-Tzu assignment! Had only a few hours of sleep. Luckily the class was cancelled due to the midterm exams we had previously. Meaning, I get the whole day off. No class for the day. Yippee!!! But the assignment pulled my mood down the drain again.. SIGH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Free Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My free day of the week. I don't feel like doing anything except start studying on my next e-commerce midterm on coming Monday and lying down on my bed and relaxing and day-dreaming and snoozing..... Peace at last... But~!&lt;br /&gt;My roomate's friends from Tangkak came. So the peace actually only last for a few moments. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SIGH...&lt;/span&gt; Never mind, at least I did studied 1 chapter before they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Continuation of Midterm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boohoohoo.... I went for Badminton in the morning before in hit the books in the evening.. Was there with a few of my friends, including, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HiAW-Ge&lt;/span&gt;, my badminton &lt;em&gt;sifu&lt;/em&gt;! It's been a long time since I've played with him, well, usually, he teach me more than I play with him, since he's my&lt;em&gt; sifu&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha... *ok, cold joke*&lt;br /&gt;Came back in the near-evening, and dinner with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LiLing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;AhFung&lt;/span&gt;. Buzzed &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt; at first, but it seems that he was not at his desk, I suppose. =) Went to Family Heritage to have my dinner as &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LiLing&lt;/span&gt; have the sudden urge for chicken chop. And so, the late dinner (I don't really like Family Heritage because of their lack of efficient service. The food is ok though. Only ok. Just average) was with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LiLing&lt;/span&gt;'s ENORMOUS chicken chop and free water for only RM6; my PETITE and UNDERSIZED fish &amp; chips and free water at RM7 (kinda regret for ordering it); and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;AhFung&lt;/span&gt;'s rendang chicken rice and free water at RM5. My tummy was itching for more when i finished my fish &amp;amp; chips, so I &lt;em&gt;hantam&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LiLing&lt;/span&gt;'s chicken chop! Muahahaha.... *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;And also... Thanx to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HiAW-Ge&lt;/span&gt; for the barli drink. He cook it! And brought it to me! Soooooooo touched... cause he went out in a hurry, riding his motorcycle BAREFOOTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Was studying until halfway my head can't input anymore points. My roomie and her friend SMSed me on going clubbing.. and so... I mean, since i can't input anymore, why not just went out for some fun and continue studying later? Furthermore, I've promised I'll go to PureBar with them "someday". Glad that they've picked "this" day anyway. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing ended kinda early at about 2.30am cause they've heard that the police are having a road block at some place, somewhere. So we went for a little supper before heading back to Bukit Beruang. And.. I am sooooooo touched again! This time by &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;NeohKor&lt;/span&gt;, as he wanted to wait for me to come back.. but he have to wake up early the next day because of his TaiChi practice. Nevertheless, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt;... really thank you for your concern ya...&lt;br /&gt;Came back about 4.00am, in the rain, and my hair really smells like it's been ducked in a heap of smoke! Spent half an hour in the bathroom just to get rid of the smell, and wait for a couple of hours &lt;strong&gt;continue studying&lt;/strong&gt; while waiting for my hair to dry before falling asleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114338348578621292?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114338348578621292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114338348578621292' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114338348578621292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114338348578621292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-dominance.html' title='Time-dominance'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114309137878637855</id><published>2006-03-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T13:22:58.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Found something funny in my Inbox. Sharing it. Though I'm not a Christian, but I still find the joke relatively funny~  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a 6 year old girl was sitting in a classroom. The teacher was going to  explain evolution to the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked a little boy: "Tommy, do you see the tree outside?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "Tommy, do you see the grass outside?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "Go outside and look up and see if you can see the sky."&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He returned a few minutes later.)&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yes, I saw the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "Did you see God up there?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: "That's my point. We can't see God because he isn't there. Possibly he just doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;A little girl spoke up and wanted to ask the boy some questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher agreed and the little girl asked the boy: "Tommy, do you see the tree outside?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: "Tommy, do you see the grass outside?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yessssss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: "Did you see the sky?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yessssss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: "Tommy, do you see the teacher?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "Yes ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: "Do you see her brain?"&lt;br /&gt;TOMMY: "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLE GIRL: "Then according to what we were taught today in school, she possibly may not even have one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Go Girl!&lt;br /&gt;"FOR WE WALK BY FAITH, NOT BY SIGHT" ~ II CORINTHIANS 5:7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114309137878637855?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114309137878637855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114309137878637855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114309137878637855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114309137878637855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/03/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-114115078620680279</id><published>2006-03-06T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T03:49:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concoction 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;These days, I've been getting lazier and lazier... the thought of penning down scares me. Not that i'm sick of blogging, it's just, the mood is not there anymore. This mood scares me too. Though i'm not in the journalism dicipline, but i do take blogging as the tiny chance to improve my imaginative writing skills. Ahh... imaginative writing, my favourite kind of essay. Gives me the power to say whatever i want, whatever i imagine it to be, without others telling me that my points are incorrect. Got most of the inspirations from all sort of books i've read in my secondary library. It was my second home in school. An english book-haven indeed. Really appreciate my library teacher is not that strict on books that are to be displayed in the library. Trust her that she can even pick a comic from the shelf to read. But of course, it was the collection of &lt;a href="http://www.lambiek.net/magazines/tintin.htm"&gt;The Adventures of Tintin&lt;/a&gt;. Hahaha... And of course, my english tuition teacher, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mdm. Adeline Cruz&lt;/span&gt;, who always guide me through my grammar mistakes... and also her help on my literature skills on &lt;a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/1723758"&gt;'The Return' by K.S. Maniam&lt;/a&gt;. The way she drill our literature languages, my oh my, thou shalt listen to thee~ Anyway, back to the imaginative writing, i know i've got alot of red markings on my paper. Darn~! But just as so, learning is as mastering unwanted mistakes. Sadly, my skills are rusted now =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the recaps~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) CNY day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Invited my ex-collueges, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ms. Kam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Poh Hwa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;May Lan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Siew Lee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Tat Huat&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;AhKhoo&lt;/span&gt;, to my open house. Too bad &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;AhCheng&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WenSiauChen&lt;/span&gt; can't come as their hometowns are far away. Keeping promises of calling them out for yamcha whenever i'm back in Penang. Had a nice chat till wee hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) CNY day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day spent in my grandmother's house with the WHOLE family, even the extended ones. Had a nice gathering with my cousins, with those cheeky ones running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) CNY day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt; came to visit me. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;PheiYong&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;YeanTheng&lt;/span&gt; wanted to come too, but they can't come back on time, thus gotta leave visits to my house out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) CNY day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LaiShan&lt;/span&gt;'s, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WayNah&lt;/span&gt;'s, &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;'s, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CheaYing&lt;/span&gt;'s, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YitShee&lt;/span&gt;'s, and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ChoonNai&lt;/span&gt;'s house. Got lotsa angpows and lotsa delicious delicacies for my tummy! We wanted to go to Corina's and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;PheiYong&lt;/span&gt;'s house too, but sadly, they're not in. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SookMing&lt;/span&gt;'s not free too. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)CNY day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Back to Malacca with my &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Papito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;, and both of my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bratty sisters&lt;/span&gt;. Met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;'s parents for dinner at Dynasty Sung in Malim. What a hearty 8 dishes meal it is!!! Went back to City Bayview for a rest over the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) CNY day 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;'s house in Nyalas in the morning. Had lunch in Tangkak. Then, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Papito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;, and both &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dear sisters&lt;/span&gt; left for Kay-Elle. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/span&gt; will be having their final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) CNY day 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Papito&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt; drove back to Penang by themselves. Take care dears~&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to meet my new roomate, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jecilyn&lt;/span&gt;, a Kelantanese. A nice girl she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) CNY day 8&lt;br /&gt;First day in campus after 4 long months. Nothing really changed except for the zinc shade they did connecting Plaza Siswa and block B. By the way, it's the Hokkien's CNY!!! Gong Xi! Gong Xi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) CNY day 9&lt;br /&gt;I can't really recognize faces anymore. I don't mean to ignore my friends but, i'm just either forget their names or forget their faces, or both. And by the time i remembered their names, they are already a distance from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) CNY day 14&lt;br /&gt;8 course meal at Dynasty Sung again! Hehehe... But divided by 19 person is kinda cheap at about RM23 per person. I can't really remember the exact price anymore, but it's somewhere that figure. "Last" day for those crazy bunch to gamble 'chor tai ti'. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) CNY day 15&lt;br /&gt;Last day of CNY...&lt;br /&gt;huu..huu..huu.. ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;Still have class on tiring Tuesday... but luckily my tutor is so darn understanding! Might be he has to rush home for some early preparations too~ Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;Reach my house and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; just say, "Today wear nice nice, k?". I wondered where are we going to have our dinner. "Newton". Crazy fella, told me to dress-up and we'll only eat in Newton? "So? Alot of people are eating at Newton." With a formal dress-up but dine in Newton?? Are you out of your mind? "There's alot of office people who eats at Newton after work. We can look like one of them." Yeah right, and on Valentine's Day too~ *eyes rolling* If we are really there, you can expect me to take a taxi back, no charges from you though. "Okok... (drags me out of the house) Let's just go into the car. (Drags me into the car) Here we go!"&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we stopped at Simply Fish and ordered their Valentine set. Luckily, we were one step ahead, because it was getting crowdy later on. Met my cousin, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;PhitHuan, and her bf&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;LingSing and her bf&lt;/span&gt; there too. Such a happy moment! The service was kind of slow, might be because the shop was so pack with loving couples. Well yeah, including us. Teeheehee~&lt;br /&gt;The food arrived after tons of pestering to the waiter &amp;amp; waitresses.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; gave me another surprise! Wine!!! One glass of white wine, and another glass of red wine in Renaisance. Never thought &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; was so 'this' romantic! *gush gush*&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of full with the fillings of chicken, fish, oysters &amp; wine in our tummies. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; suggested a walk before we go home and continueing his FYP project. I was kind of down when i heard about his FYP. It means that the night is near the ending.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; did his surprise. We went for a walk in the "Venice of Malacca". It was a pretty riverside walk. Colourful lights abloom from the both side of the river. The Malaccan government did do a great job at creating a romantic atmosphere. Kudos to them!&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to the car, we're met another couple with a bottle of wine at the hood of their car. I think the guy is PROPOSING to the girl! Aww... how lovely.. proposing on Valentines...&lt;br /&gt;And... as us.. we just have to congratulate them, wouldn't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the LuVLy couple ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 304px" height="400" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC01904.jpg" width="498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we've got ourselves photographed =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 382px; HEIGHT: 418px" height="646" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Me%20and%20Sweet/untitled.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the gate of our house, Sweet says it's not complete. I just looked at him as i was expecting the end of the night. I was pampered too well with those seafood, wine, and the walk; what could i expect more? He did better than i expected. Sweet grinned sheepishly and turn to the back of his car... let a hand into his car boot... and out come... a bouquet of red roses~!!!&lt;br /&gt;"The night is not complete without any roses," says Sweet. AAWWwwww... *gush gush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 357px; HEIGHT: 293px" height="427" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Me%20and%20Sweet/DSC01912.jpg" width="527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darling, 143 u too....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 456px; HEIGHT: 284px" height="356" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/ffmtw_00005_640.jpg" width="509" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-114115078620680279?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/114115078620680279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=114115078620680279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114115078620680279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/114115078620680279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/03/concoction-3.html' title='Concoction 3'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113879489003510614</id><published>2006-01-29T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T19:57:48.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happi Chinese New Year to ALL~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1) Do not sweep the house on the first day of CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;2) Do not display any means of sharp objects around, e.g. scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;3) Do not swear/harsh words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4) Do not wash your hair during CNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;5) Wear red, if possible, add some gold colour onto the outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6) Get more angpows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Luv, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ICYMINT @-',---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113879489003510614?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113879489003510614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113879489003510614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113879489003510614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113879489003510614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113808393214330744</id><published>2006-01-22T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:25:34.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Balancing Act</title><content type='html'>Once in a circus, a clown picks up a long pole, walks up to the end of the tower with the pole held horizontically, with his right foot out.. and slowly.. puts his first step on the 3cm broad rope. He took a deep breath, held it for a moment before letting it go. He takes another deep breath, this time, held it in his lungs. The clown takes up his other left foot... and puts it in front of his right foot, enclosing the gap between his feet. His hand held tightly onto the pole. He told himself again and again to never look down. He never looks down. It's been a habit that he tries to remind himself over the times. He walks on the rope, trying to get to the other end, with his feet racing with one another trying to be the first foot on the rope. &lt;em&gt;Don't look down, don't look down,&lt;/em&gt; he tries to tell himself, &lt;em&gt;it's nearer now&lt;/em&gt;. The second tower still seems far away. He stops for a moment. The rope is swaying a little bit. He held his pole tighter with one of the end held higher than the other to get his balance. The swaying slows down. He continues his journey... to the other tower. &lt;em&gt;Do NOT look down&lt;/em&gt;, he scolds himself. Although there are safety precautions on hanging a big wide net underneath the long ropes, between the two towers taken by the circus management, he tries to imagine the worst. The clown broaden his feet gap, making his steps bigger, making his steps quicker to the other side. &lt;em&gt;I'm near.. I'm reaching&lt;/em&gt;.. he thinks to himself, focusing. As he puts his left foot onto the other tower, &lt;em&gt;finally, I reached&lt;/em&gt;. With both feet on the platform, he turns to the blank audience, and bowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a house, I picked up a rag cloth, walks up near the round thigh-high chair situated next to a round stool chest-high, with the rag cletched tightly in my fist. I took a deep breath, and puts out my right foot on the stool. I let my right leg's calf muscle to pull my body up. My hands opened widely to balance myself while on the way up. I know my right leg is stronger than my left leg. I took another deep breath. Puts my right foot on the high stool, again with the elp of my calf muscle, i help myself up. The stool shook a little. I streatched my arms again to take the balance. Once i get used to the left &amp; right sway, I started to turn myself to face the grilled-window. And my hand with the rag starts to go up and down parallel with the designs of the window grill... when I'm finished, I turn... and heard a voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey, you've missed a spot there!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;em&gt;Feliz 'Primavera Limpiar'!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Happy Spring Cleaning!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113808393214330744?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113808393214330744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113808393214330744' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113808393214330744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113808393214330744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/01/balancing-act.html' title='The Balancing Act'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113760992440303164</id><published>2006-01-19T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:45:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gurls' N!T3 OuT</title><content type='html'>My day started in the evening. Had a wonderful chat in MSN with one of my close pal, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SookMing&lt;/span&gt;, talking about who came back, who kept in touch, and who doesn't, and suddenly it just pops in my head to go &lt;em&gt;yamcha&lt;/em&gt; with them all. We got exhited, ok, well, it was&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I got&lt;/span&gt; exhited, and we started calling up those who we think might be able to make it. So we called up about 6-7 gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who     : 6-7 CBM girls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When   : 9.30pm &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where : Coffee Bean &amp; Tea Leaf at Autocity, Pg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my Wednesday of 5-7pm s my sports hour. I never mention this in my previous posts as i never had the chance.. (truth is, i'm lazy). Well, anyway, I don't know what's gotten into me today as my stamina don't stand long as usual. I got tired pretty quick for my usual stance. Not like me at all. Might be the heat. Those alluminium rolled-up doors really kept the warmth in the badminton hall even though it is sheltered with high ceilings and well exhaust fans. It must be it, the alluminium trap the heat in the hall. It felt just like sauna.. hot and steamy! (hehe.. minus the steamy or else it looks like ******)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went straight back home for dinner  and found out tat Mom do not plan to cook. Had a &lt;em&gt;teochew&lt;/em&gt; dinner in town after a few jefty suggestions. Rushed back to get in time with the girls later. I am so exhited. I haven't met &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LYT&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;JAT&lt;/span&gt; since Form5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached at 9.30pm but none of them was there yet. I guess I was early. Luckily i brought my paperback to accompany me while waiting.. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; called in just the right time, cuz i was so not into the content of the book. On one eyeball, I kept reading the same page over &amp; over again, as the other eyeball are scanning for my frens.. Later, those girls just appear from nowhere and poof! right in front of me. Miracles happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;HC&lt;/span&gt;. All my old frens.. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt; just came back from Aus for a 1 month hols while &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;YT&lt;/span&gt;, also came back from Aus, are looking for a job. Both graduated... unlike me... still an undergrad. Huu..huu..huu.. Having a chat over coffee are always a nice time to hangout. The only thing missing is the breeze. Sigh... We teased each other verbally just about everything.. mostly focus on &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PY&lt;/span&gt;'s new Aussie bf. Hahaha! And the orange-coloured perfetly-round insignificantly-low moon. Oh yeah, we cover all the aspects of the Zen-Art-of-Conversation, studies, jobs, bf, lost fren, coffees, pay dutch, and of course, the weather. Paradoxically, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... might as well focus on tommorow's lunch appointment with &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Datin Cheong&lt;/span&gt;... then ShOPPinG at Pacific~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113760992440303164?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113760992440303164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113760992440303164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113760992440303164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113760992440303164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/01/gurls-nt3-out.html' title='Gurls&apos; N!T3 OuT'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113740460611563077</id><published>2006-01-16T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T17:43:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with Junkmails</title><content type='html'>After months of idling, finally.. I'm BACK~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. I'm back. I'm back. I'm back with a whole lots stories to bable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've left alot of things idled.. my blog... my friendster.. and most importantly.. my e-mails! So don't be surprise when I haven't read some of your mails mailed to me like 1 month ago~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm currently blogging back my style while checking junkmails. Yes, I do read junkmails. They are a colour to my inboxes! Categories of exquisite places of interest; rare pictures; photos of celebrities and X-posed celebs; friendship/love poems; jokes, more lame jokes; precaution emails abt sex assults, rapist, police, etc.; sex stories/pics (c'mon, be open-minded); sexy ladies with revealing outfits (not that I mind though, but I prefer sexy men pics), what else that I've missed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can accept all those as to entertain my life when i am either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;bored;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having my meals in front of my pc;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very very bored.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some junks that I can't accept is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pics of babies, especially FAT "ADORABLE" BABIES that look like the icon of Michelin;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes, pictures of animals are cute... but NOT in FORCED mode. An accidental shot of one of those cutie pies are enough to make my day; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No more adobe-photoshopped fat babies being made looking like Doreamon;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gory pics of how abortions are done which those featus are compared with the size of a cent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, time to foward foward foward junkies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I've filtered my mails. I'll just be fowarding those which I think is really really nice. To those who are my "victims", all i can say is... ENJOY~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113740460611563077?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113740460611563077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113740460611563077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113740460611563077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113740460611563077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-with-junkmails.html' title='Back with Junkmails'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113369542716158325</id><published>2005-12-02T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:29:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fifth One</title><content type='html'>After I just had my first pay from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Muda Papermill&lt;/span&gt;, the company which I was working with for my Industrial Training, I planned to bring my parents to Kim Gary at Gurney Plaza for some nice exquisite lunch. My pay was not much, but I felt like I wanted to thank my parents. I don't know why, but just felt like thanking them with my first pay. Reached there about 12.30 pm but I wasn't expecting the crowd to be hung over the place. We even have to take a number if we were to follow the original plan, but &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; was to hungry to wait. And they blame me for taking my own sweet time to dress up, therefore reaching there so late. *Ouch* Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;'s growling tummy leads us to Nando's Chicken at groundfloor. Thank God, the crowd wasn't that much and we are able to feed &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;'s tummy into silence. My treat it is. I'm kind of dissappointed for not being able to treat them Kim Gary's. It has been a hot talk in most happening places about the nice food they serve. I do not know how true it is but i'm willing to find out. It's Penang, by the way, the Food-Haven! So, anybody for treats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; hinted me that she wanted to buy something for me. So the next destination was to Georgetown. Mom pointed to a particular goldsmith at Campbell Street. The &lt;em&gt;location of my fifth present&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks Mom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hanks Dad&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love u guys too~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113369542716158325?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113369542716158325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113369542716158325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113369542716158325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113369542716158325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/12/fifth-one.html' title='The Fifth One'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113369299649993978</id><published>2005-12-01T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:25:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>StreamyX &amp; Temper!!!</title><content type='html'>4 weeks without my stremyx and i completely forgot how to get myself online!&lt;br /&gt;Seems abit dramatic? Let's just say, i just had 4 weeks without knowing that my modem was down. Waaaay down. Previously, it just gets disconneted for no reason, then i would operate my pc, and without much problem, i can get back to the net. There was once i called those StreamyX fellas and they thought me how to troubleshoot my pc by teaching me to set another manual dial-up. Done that, and the line just goes on smoothly for about 1 week, and then the disconnecting gets worst. Sometimes i can't online at all. Was fuming back then.. nearly punch my CPU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking not to bother with it much yet, it might be better when i come back from Cameron Highlands, i ignored the problem and went to have fun with my family during Raya break. The problem remains the same the week after that. Finally, called up the StreamyX fellas (yes, i know i should have done it as soon as i come back.. sigh..) and told them about my problem *again* They called my to troubleshoot using the same way. Did that but STILL no results. I complained till they ears were numb, and they just say, "Ms. Tan, calm down, we'll send u a technician if the problem still persists in another 48 working hrs." 48 WORKING HOURS!!!! I still have to wait that LOOOOOOONG. *fumes fumes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i bugged them again after just 36 working hrs and requested for a technician the very next day at 6pm at my house. I'm intolerable, i know.. teeheehee~!&lt;br /&gt;They sent me a technician who doesn't want to work overtime and expect me to be at home before 4.30pm best. Wat ThE DumB*$$!!!! I NEED TO WORK TOO~!&lt;br /&gt;So much so that i can at least pay for my petrol! Hu...huuu....huu...&lt;br /&gt;I had to persuade that fella until he agrees to come at 5.30pm. It's like bargaining prices for an item, the only difference is that i'm bargaining for &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;. Might be because of my charms and my sweet voice over the telephone (*yeah.. yeah.. i know most of you won't agree with that statement, especially my sisters..), the person eventually agrees at 5.30pm. Fine! 5.30pm it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speeded back to reach home before 5.30pm in order to get ready my pc. He came, and after minutes of checking &amp;amp; troubleshooting... he found that it was nothing wrong with my innocent CPU... it was the fault of my modem. My only 6-month old modem. Only 6-month old. Luckily, it was still under guarantee. Was able to change a new modem without a cost. Whoopedoo~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my flash news. Just wanted to pour the temper in this post. Till the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113369299649993978?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113369299649993978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113369299649993978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113369299649993978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113369299649993978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/12/streamyx-temper.html' title='StreamyX &amp; Temper!!!'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113083478536203984</id><published>2005-11-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:46:25.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali &amp; Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Specially dedicated to all my Indian &amp; Muslim friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum &amp; Vanakam to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy celebrating the Festival of Lights along with forgiving each other's arguements, Maaf Zahir &amp; Batin. May both celebrations brightens up our future pathway with the indians' kerosene lamp and the malays' lampu pelita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~*~&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Deepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;~*~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;icymint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113083478536203984?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113083478536203984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113083478536203984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113083478536203984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113083478536203984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-deepavali-selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Happy Deepavali &amp; Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-113057524982992505</id><published>2005-10-29T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T16:40:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idled</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;I'm idling my blog again *again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my exams, i never have time to jot something down. Even if there's some time left, i'll be doing household chores from now on as i'm at home in my hometown. Pah~&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mummy wants me to do all those work, sweep the floor, mop it, laundry, etc. etc.; and if I don't, I won't get to have my dinner. Does that sound like a poor pitiful Cinderella? Thanks to the 21st century, we have brooms and mops with a higher handle, vacuum cleaner, and of course the wonderful washing machine!!!  -- And I'm still able to have my dinner even though I ignored my chores. Mom is not that mean. Hahaha... Just that I'll feel guilty if I don't help her around the house. Bless that I'm having my industrial training now, so I don't have to listen to her nags. I'm darn tired after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme have this flashback thingy. What did I did for the past few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Week 1 : Summer fun in Langkawi with the groupie~!!  =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                - I'll show the pics when I get all those photos uploaded. Takes time. Cuz I'm darn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Week 2: Starting of Industrial Training week 1. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                - Started to appreciate my bed even more in the early morn. *YAWN~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Week 3: Industrial Training week 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                - Doing nothing special except for falling asleep earlier and earlier each night. Elaborations later in the upcoming posts. *maybe* Teeheehee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-113057524982992505?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/113057524982992505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=113057524982992505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113057524982992505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/113057524982992505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/10/idled.html' title='Idled'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112859397179116915</id><published>2005-10-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:31:03.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KimFei's Visit</title><content type='html'>A few months back, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt; told me that she would be coming to Malacca around October. Eventually, she cancelled her plan 3 weeks before her planned date, due to our exams because we can't accompany her that much as we must study for our finals. Then today, evening, this gurl called me and practically forced me to have dinner with her. And i teased,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Oh, ok. You have your dinner in Alor Setar while I have mine in Malacca at the same time. And then, we'll converse by phone together, and we'll order the same dish on the table. That counted as eating with you, right? Hahahaha..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Eh, I'm already in Malacca lar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Don't bluff. You finished your industrial trainning already meh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Yalar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Aiks~ True ar? You're in Malacca?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Yalar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Why are you in Malacca out of the sudden?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"What else do you think? Just come out for dinner later, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"I'm having Stats exam tomorrow, dear gurl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Aiyah, never mind. It'll only take just about 1 hour. Just a simple dinner. You have to have dinner too. Meet me in Mesra Ria at 8.30pm, ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ok. I went with her plan to meet her in Restoran Mesra Ria at 8.00pm instead of 8.30pm. My tummy can't stand to have dinner so late. Pah~&lt;br /&gt;And there we were together for dinner with &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;SooPing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TianHao&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pua&lt;/span&gt; &amp; his new friend &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sapto&lt;/span&gt;, and of course, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt; told me that she just reached Malacca today and are going back to Alor Setar tomorrow night. Just a two-day-one-night trip. But still, I'm touched by her sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt; purposely come down to Malacca for my 21st Bday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa...waaa..waaa... *tears of joy* &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're my dear-honeypie-munchkin-sugar-sweet-coated-darling!&lt;/span&gt; Thank you so much...&lt;br /&gt;And thanx for bringing down my bohemian bracelet &amp;amp; anklet present too, dear gurl. My fourth present! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112859397179116915?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112859397179116915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112859397179116915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112859397179116915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112859397179116915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/10/kimfeis-visit.html' title='KimFei&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112849874667903055</id><published>2005-10-03T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:03:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally Adult</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; came over to my house... reasons to visit me in my new house, because he haven't stepped into my room before ever since i moved here. Well, Kor.. that's a lame reason to pass me my present.. hahahaha... though it is true.. you haven't been here ever since i moved in. He brought a CityChain paperbag.. containing a brown package which look like a book. It is a book. My first 21st Bday present, a book entited 'PS, I Love You' by Cecelia Ahern, the daughter of the Ireland's Prime Minister. Ive read the sypnosis, i think it'll be VERY NICE story, a good read. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, i knew i have to study for Stats for tomorrow, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; knew i have to study for Stats too. But, what's with just a "small supper", right? Eventually turned out to be a celebration for me, celebrated with a bunch of football-freaks in Subaidah-Nasi Kandar. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;The eve of my Bday. With another new cake. Hahaha.. thanx to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;, I was the first to have a cake from Renaissance. Or so I've been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 264px" height="391" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC01184.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd Bday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another gift from them. My second Bday gift, a Tomei platinum necklace with a heart locket. I don't think it's cheap, by the look of the brand. And a Bday DIY message-card. Oh yeah,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; AhKor&lt;/span&gt; called me again to wish me Happy 21st Bday. Thanx &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="354" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC01215.jpg" width="524" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o pretty one-- i meant the necklace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time with them as &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; received his present from the gang too, a lovely black laptop bag with shoulder strap attached, perfect use for his industrial training. He went to hug all of his friends... aww~&lt;br /&gt;And another friend, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt;, received his Bday DIY message-card too~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back happily and I saw my &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;couz&lt;/span&gt; left me a YM message to tell me where she hid my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt;: there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan:&lt;/span&gt; Oops, seem like u sleeping ho.... or not in now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt;: Dear MZ, first of all, just wanna said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you, i think i m not the first to say this but... haha, i don want to be the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt;: and, I got a present for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt;: first, sorry that I open you box beside your table, coz I need to put your present into the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt;: so, just open the box between the color box and your table, it should be the box on your left..... and you will see a white color plastic bag under the black one... the white color thing, is your 21 birthday present from me and ting en.... happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt;: and I hope u like tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I got my third Bday present. By treasure-hunting! Thanx &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Jie... and TingEn&lt;/span&gt; too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. such a wonderful moment....&lt;br /&gt;...DESTROYED by the plinged of EXAMS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;aarrrggghhh!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112849874667903055?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112849874667903055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112849874667903055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112849874667903055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112849874667903055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/10/legally-adult.html' title='Legally Adult'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112801996836421761</id><published>2005-09-28T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:59:28.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet's 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sweet's BurFday~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, he's LEGALLY 22~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 107px; HEIGHT: 98px" height="98" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/pumpinglove.gif" width="65" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MUUUUUUUaaaXX~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112801996836421761?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112801996836421761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112801996836421761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112801996836421761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112801996836421761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/sweets-22.html' title='Sweet&apos;s 22'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112763777662177226</id><published>2005-09-24T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:40:25.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Bdays in Study Week [edited]</title><content type='html'>It's a recapturing of what happened during my study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; night, after library-ing in the night shift, it's one of Sweet's friend, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hoay Ling&lt;/span&gt;'s Bday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;night, after library-ing in the night shift too, it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Seng Kuang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bryant&lt;/span&gt;'s Bday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night, after library-ing in the morning shift pulak~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's.. uhm... not exactly mine and &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;'s Bday; cuz it's like 1 more week to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; Bday and 2 more weeks to MY Bday... but... but... those new dear friends of mine... aww... i'm so touched whenever i think about it... they... they... they celebrated our Bdays together... see.. aren't they sweet...&lt;em&gt; they put their exams the first priority rather than our real Bdays!!&lt;/em&gt;... *Ah-hem* sorry, throat hurts. Back to the track. Even the cakes are sweet! 2 LoVeLY heart-shaped... with different flavours, chocolate &amp; orange (or at least tat's what i think it is.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; said he planned mine, but never knew his friends planned his. He got a surprise; i got a DOUBLE surprise. The seafood meal in Umbai wasn't as cheap as i expected... so i wanna take the opportunity to... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="401" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC01060.jpg" width="544" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see... aren't they cuTe.. Josh &amp;amp; Joleen *teases*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;THANX TO ALL MY NEW FOUND FRIENDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;FOR CELEBRATING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;MY 21ST BDAY WITH ME!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(... although it's for another 2 more weeks. TeeHeeHee~!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;THE NIGHT WAS VERY MEMORABLE TO ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;PROMISED MYSELF NOT TO FORGET U GUYS ALWAYS~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUUUUUUAXX~!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heartfelt thanx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Alex, SengKuang, SeowKern, DingWen, YongLing, HoayLing, Bryant, Yap, YokeMei, Marimo, JengMin, PengCheong, ChangWah, WanYing, Neoh, Sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112763777662177226?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112763777662177226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112763777662177226' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112763777662177226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112763777662177226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/between-bdays-in-study-week-edited.html' title='Between Bdays in Study Week [edited]'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112763540727784759</id><published>2005-09-22T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:15:03.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival 2005</title><content type='html'>There's something i forgot to mention in the previous post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mooncake Festival&lt;/span&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2004/10/eve-of-mid-autumn-festival.html"&gt;Last year's&lt;/a&gt; celebration was different from this year's way of celebration.&lt;br /&gt;This year is a little bit special. Not that i had in mind of Sweet, but of celebrating it in the Bukit Beruang Hill. Went up the hill about 10.30pm with 6 of us in the gang, hand in hand with a lantern each. Those steep climbs are rewarding, they provide the best view you can get in Bukit Beruang. I've already seen the evening view before, they were great; but the night view was MAGNIFICIENT!!! Compared with the stars up at the sky... ahh.. you wouldn't want to look up, you'll prefer to look down.. at the twilights of the night time scenery. Why? Because there isn't a single star~ There is a big, bright, round moon... without stars.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 438px; HEIGHT: 328px" height="449" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/DSC00898.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lantern &amp; the Night view &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 442px; HEIGHT: 288px" height="442" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/DSC00889.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we had a mooncake-in-candle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112763540727784759?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112763540727784759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112763540727784759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112763540727784759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112763540727784759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/mooncake-festival-2005.html' title='Mooncake Festival 2005'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112732316789246300</id><published>2005-09-20T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:22:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawed Template</title><content type='html'>I tried to put a video link. But my blog template frame got adjusted because the video frame is eating a big portion of the side link. Tried to adjust the frame alignment by myself, but things went from bad to worse. Gave up. Planned to change the whole template. Found a nice musical one by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;incolite07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, with the title &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;'A Pocket Full of Stars'&lt;/span&gt;. I rated it 4/5. After implementing it in my own blog, flaws were founded. The 'Post' can't link through. Tried alot of trials &amp; errors for afew days, results the same. Fruitless. Futile. Gave up *again*.&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my previous template. Boring, but at least workable. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 362px" height="926" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/4thBlogTemplate.jpg" width="930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flawed~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112732316789246300?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112732316789246300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112732316789246300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112732316789246300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112732316789246300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/flawed-template.html' title='Flawed Template'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112765084106435763</id><published>2005-09-10T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:26:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couz's Attire II - Feedback</title><content type='html'>My couz wore other outfits of her own...&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff* ='(&lt;br /&gt;tissue pleease.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112765084106435763?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112765084106435763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112765084106435763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112765084106435763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112765084106435763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/couzs-attire-ii-feedback.html' title='Couz&apos;s Attire II - Feedback'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112629376770324054</id><published>2005-09-09T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:25:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couz's Attire</title><content type='html'>My cousin was asking me through YM to see whether will I be at home tomorrow afternoon. I asked her why the importance of it and told her that I'm having my Business Ethics (BET 2014) presentation from 8.30am until afternoon.. only God knows when. She was like, darn! I asked her why *again* She says, "Nothing lar.. just thinking of asking you to be my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;fashion-consultant&lt;/span&gt;-for-the-day&lt;/strong&gt; before going to my colluege's wedding dinner in Kluang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME??&lt;/span&gt; A fashion consultant??!!! Hhmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well, yeah.. you. I need one consultant to check on my attire tomorrow. I don't want to appear abit of appalling.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Err..&lt;/span&gt; Hell, NO WAY! Though i'm darn low profile, i still need to keep a good impression on my fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, what do you say? Wanna help me?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ok. Sure.&lt;/span&gt; I wanna keep my profile safe. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But i'll not be free tomorrow, so I have to dig into our wardrobes today. Coming back then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Of course! See you in a sec!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I have a good fashion sense in the eyes of my cousin. Might be not to my friends, which they might consider me as only a so-so, but to my cousin, I AM!!! So darn happy about it. I danced in my room for a few minutes.. then back to my pc. Oh, ok, u've got me. I'm just exagerating.But I did felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;When i used to stay in EP, on every special occasion that my housemates will be attending, they will for sure ask for my assistance in choosing the right attire. I'm not bragging about my fashion sense or whatsoever, but I do appreciate them for giving me the chance to feel what it's like to be either Donatella Versace or Zang Toi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my attire to campus was more to a jeans and a good looking top, some other times even just a baby-t, i've always admired those girls who have the courage to wear minis to campus. Not that i'm jealous of their skinny stork-like legs, (hey! I DO have nice legs okaay, shape-able ones like the Papermate-liquidpaper sort.. nice long-ovel thighs and cylindered shins...), but i admired their bravery to break the rules of wearing a skirt 6 inches above the knee.&lt;br /&gt;And also admired those who have the nerve to wear a 3/4 length leotards with flair skirts and baggy t-shirt.. i'm not going to elaborate more, just use your own imagination people. It's more to the Japanese Street-fashion style. OMG!!! Is the &lt;a href="http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/02/harajuku-girls.html#comments"&gt;Harajuku-style&lt;/a&gt; going to invade the MMU too??!&lt;br /&gt;OOooo.. never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my couz agreed to settle on her own pastel-green 3/4 sleeved shirt with wide scoop, my knee-length black skirt, a pair of black heels, a black handbag, a big single 5-petal-crystal-flowered necklace, and a pair of matching earrings. I suggested abit of some light nude make up with light pink blusher and some light sheer pink lipgloss. Eyeshadows will be on light-earth-brown tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my own &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rule of Thumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;on my fashionista-mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For every clothes, there will be a match. When it does not fit you, it might be only two considerations: the colours, or the cuttings. Never ever blame the fashion. Make your OWN fashion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112629376770324054?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112629376770324054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112629376770324054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112629376770324054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112629376770324054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/couzs-attire.html' title='Couz&apos;s Attire'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112594334609318908</id><published>2005-09-01T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T20:01:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Business Night with Dina</title><content type='html'>Again, i'm gonna make my sisters so jealous~!!!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha... what a bad sis am i... but never mind.. as long as i treat them good... they'll know.. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Ah Jiun&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ah Wei&lt;/span&gt;.. u borrowed my shirt har... better jaga it properly, if not, I won't burn movies for you guys~! Muahahaha.... Gosh, I'm so darn "good"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the title above, I went to the International Business Night 4 days ago (28/8/05) to support of my ex-housemate, one of my close friends in MMU too.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;, are you touched?? sob...sob... I can supply tissues for you.. teeheehee~! Darn, I dunno why I feel so naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IB Night was above my expectations. It was good. Not bad for having it the first time. Taken away those "troubles" arised from a source inside, it should be applaused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned, I'm not going to elaborate on how the night goes, but just wanna make my sisters jealous. I HAD A PIC WITH &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DINA&lt;/span&gt;, 1ST RUNNER UP FOR THE MALAYSIAN IDOL~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 384px; HEIGHT: 605px" height="721" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/DSC_6553.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dina from M'sian Idol (thanx to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Neoh&lt;/span&gt; for the pics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 320px" height="391" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/DSC00625.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Dina (thanx to &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt; for the pics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112594334609318908?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112594334609318908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112594334609318908' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112594334609318908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112594334609318908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/09/international-business-night-with-dina.html' title='International Business Night with Dina'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112486805710256202</id><published>2005-08-31T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T14:23:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Kemerdekaan ke-48</title><content type='html'>Dari semangat patriotik hati saya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada malam yang gemilang ini, diperkatakan malam ini adalah malam kemerdekaan. Dengan detik-detik saat yang menunjukkan jam ingin menemukan kita pada hari yang mulia ini.&lt;br /&gt;48 tahun yang lalu, negara kita telah dijajah oleh pihak-pihak yang inginkan kekayaan yang ada dalam negara kita. Malangnya, sekarang, pemuda-pemudi kita pula tidak tahu bagaimana pentingnya sumber-sumber yang telah diberi oleh Tuhan kepada kita. Mereka selalu membazir sumber-sumber terpenting seperti air dan elektrik. Walaupun dengan teknologi tinggi yang membolehkan kita menjana kuasa elektrik kita sendiri, tetapi itu masih tidak mencukupi untuk kegunaan semua rakyat Malaysia, terutamanya Projek Takungan Air Bakun di Sarawak yang telah dibatalkan. Dengan itu, kita masih mengharapkan bahan-bahan bakar untuk memberikan kuasa elektrik. Tetapi kebanyakkan bahan-bahan bakar kita adalah terhad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai bila kita masih boleh bertahan dengan menggunakan sumber-sumber semulajadi yang asli? Mengikut kajian yang terbaru, ahli sains kita menjangka bahawa mungkin 10 tahun kemudian, sumber petroleum asli kita juga akan habis; 25 tahun kemudian, sumber kayu balak &amp; kayu arang kita juga akan habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebanyakan budak-budak zaman sekarang telah dapat mengolah ilmu daripada menara gading dengan keputusan yang cemerlang. Ini menunjukkan bahawa tibalah masanya untuk pemuda-pemudi ini mencungkil bakat saintifik yang ada pada mereka untuk menghasilkan sesuatu cara alternatif untuk membantu menyelamatkan sumber asli yang ada didalam negara ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan tanpa membuang masa lagi, saya ingin terus mengucapkan "&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Merdeka yang ke-48&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara alternatif untuk mengekspresikan semangat patriotik:&lt;br /&gt;1) Menghasilkan website.&lt;br /&gt;Halaman &lt;a href="http://www.snecx.com/web/ertimerdeka/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; dari SMK Tinggi Kajang, boleh tahan juga untuk tahap sekolah menengah. Tingkatkan usaha anda lagi! Muahahaha... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112486805710256202?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112486805710256202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112486805710256202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112486805710256202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112486805710256202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/hari-kemerdekaan-ke-48.html' title='Hari Kemerdekaan ke-48'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112512618427089343</id><published>2005-08-26T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T15:04:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday to Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 429px; HEIGHT: 490px" height="549" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/ShowLetter.gif" width="488" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112512618427089343?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112512618427089343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112512618427089343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112512618427089343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112512618427089343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-to-sunday.html' title='Monday to Sunday...'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112486801547693221</id><published>2005-08-24T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T14:39:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey from Frenster</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;* Name Two Bad Habits You Have: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;LAZY &amp; a big PENGACAU!!! I'm sure u guys wouldn't want me around whenever u're having ur exams~ Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Two Things That You Wish You Had: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Make it three; Money, Money, &amp; Money!!  Geez, i'm so much $$ minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Two Scents You Love: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The smell of money! &amp; my Issey Miyake pah-fume~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Two People That Know You the Best :-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet(i'm still learning about u...) &amp; my Ex-housemates (err... it's more than 2 already wor..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Two Things You'd Never Wear: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aunty aunty's fashion &amp;amp; Beggar Wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Two Things You Are Thinking About Now: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Midterms and ASS-ignments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Four Things That You Have Done Today: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Bangun pagi, Gosok gigi, Cuci muka, Pakai baju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought: -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme think... last week in JJ i bought, TZ'Factory's shorts, belated Bday present for my x-roomie, 1 box of Julie's peanut butter biscuit, 2 boxes of Campbell's mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name Five Bands/Groups/Vocalist you Like the most -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Easy... Coldplay, Switchfoot, Kelly Clarkson, Amy Mastura, Guang Liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Name three Drinks You Regularly Drink: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;PLainwater, Liang cha, Coke with salt (sweet says, coke + monosodium glutamat(salt) + ajinomoto = ingredient used in Canny Ong's murder case... *shivers*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First Grade Teacher Name? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pn. Siti Hajar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Last Words You Said: -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;BERAMBUS&lt;/strong&gt;!!!".. to my beloved housemate... *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Last Song You Sang? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Behind Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson DUBBED WITH ICYMINT's CRACKED VOICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Last Person You Hugged? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Last Thing You Laughed At?&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Still, that particular "beloved" housemate. Again, BERAMBUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And meant it?&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;Only Sweet knows ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Last Time You Cried? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dun remember... i throw tantrums more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* What Color Socks Are You Wearing? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i seldom wear socks unless for sports... which i only go like once in a blue moon. TeeHeeHee~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* What's Under Your Bed? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust, empty lugage, Dust, old notes and textbooks, Dust, Cleo mags, Dust, my fav Archie comics, Dust, my handcraft box, Dust, Kao Attack Colour soap powder, Dust~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* What Time Did You Wake Up Today? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Passion? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Hair? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long, straight, highlighted gold and red... but the colour kinda faded adee, cropped V-shape in the mid-end and horizontal-shape in the longer-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Clothes? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big loose t-shirt &amp; shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Annoyance? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;HATE exams!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Longing? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Desktop Picture? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;White Magic... err.. that's the wallpaper's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Worry? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams~!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Current Hate? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex? -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes... his smile... i better stop before sweet is getting more &amp;amp; more perasan~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112486801547693221?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112486801547693221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112486801547693221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112486801547693221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112486801547693221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/survey-from-frenster.html' title='Survey from Frenster'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112508204184359682</id><published>2005-08-21T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:20:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Fine Songs with YiDa</title><content type='html'>One &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; day, one of my housemate pop into my room and asked me to listen to a song he shared from his pc.&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; month... and a few more days later, my that particular housemate asked whether do we (me and sweet, of course, muahahaha...) wants to go to the singer's mini concert. "How much?" I asked. "Aiyah, just 1 dollar," he replied. "ok," I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; Sunday of the planned concert day, we went to one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; room called CLCR 0002 (A2).&lt;br /&gt;Time's up, so one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; man took hold of the mic and controlled the members on the floor who was getting quite &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; anxious; and introduced two &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; singers to shut us up, by saying their have one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; same sifu as YiDa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; person with the name Neoh, just walked in 'pompously' from the front stage up to the audience area; heads high up, hands on camera. Just like one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; professional photographer.&lt;br /&gt;Three &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; person waved up to him and called him over.&lt;br /&gt;Then, one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; man, with &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; hairy hair that needs to be sent to one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; barber, came up to the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; stage, and presented 3&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt; songs, while throwing about 10 &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; posters.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; man is a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; singer called YiDa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't get any&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt; pictures of him because we aren't suppose to use flash, which makes me so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;ly unsatisfied. It's compareable when the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; DannyOne came to our &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; campus one &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; year for his &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; performance. I still kept that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; picture. In any &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; way, I don't have any &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; pictures with YiDa, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="749" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/IMG_0070.jpg" width="948" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Up-Close-And-Personal with Danny One ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sleepy..* Oh, my bratty sisters are going to be so darn &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;ly jealous~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Rule of Game: Count how many '&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;' words available in this post... while I sleep for a moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) I'm just darn bullshitting~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112508204184359682?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112508204184359682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112508204184359682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112508204184359682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112508204184359682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/3-fine-songs-with-yida.html' title='3 Fine Songs with YiDa'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112437882783016734</id><published>2005-08-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T23:27:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet &amp; Bratty Sis</title><content type='html'>Just an announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greatchoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s got a blog.&lt;br /&gt;My younger sis, &lt;a href="http://tmingj.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Jiun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, has got a blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112437882783016734?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112437882783016734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112437882783016734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112437882783016734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112437882783016734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/sweet-bratty-sis.html' title='Sweet &amp; Bratty Sis'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112437033081733613</id><published>2005-08-14T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:48:47.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OB Outdoor Activity... an Unforgetable X-perience</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of Cheers:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ging Gang Goolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ging Gang Goolie Goolie Goolie Goolie Watcha Ging Gang Goo... Ging Gang Goo,&lt;br /&gt;Ging Gang Goolie Goolie Goolie Goolie Watcha Ging Gang Goo... Ging Gang Goo;&lt;br /&gt;Heyla.. Heyla Sheyla.. Heyla Sheyla Sheyla Oo...,&lt;br /&gt;Heyla.. Heyla Sheyla.. Heyla Sheyla Sheyla Oo...;&lt;br /&gt;Shalawali Shalawali;&lt;br /&gt;Ompak.. Ompak.. Ompak.. Ompak.. (continuous)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mr. Shaggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (eventually i forgot this one when on cheer. drats~!)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Shaggy say boombastick;&lt;br /&gt;People say he's romantic;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot 10, you're fantastic;&lt;br /&gt;You're wonderful &amp; hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who's The Best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's the best?&lt;br /&gt;RED!&lt;br /&gt;Who's the best?&lt;br /&gt;RED HOT!&lt;br /&gt;Who's the best?&lt;br /&gt;RED HOT CHILLI PEPPER!&lt;br /&gt;omph-chak! omph-chak! omph-chak!&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heinekken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Du dud Du dud,&lt;br /&gt;Du du du dud; (x3)&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE you Ms. Ong (/Poh Wing),&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE you very much; (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Trust in us, we're THE ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're Loving It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tarak pah pa pa,&lt;br /&gt;We're loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;List &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;of Activities:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;1) Obstacle (oh-so-marathon)&lt;br /&gt;2) Orienteering (with compass &amp; riddles)&lt;br /&gt;3) Lake-crossing (on the sweage waters, YUCKS~!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Abseiling (my life hanging on a thin line...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;List of Unforgetable Conversation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;On the abseiling 5-storey high tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;, syok ahh abseiling nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Ah.. ya.. *head nodding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : *waves to the crowd below*EXCITEDLY!!!*shouts to the crowd* I'm going dooooown... u just wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : *heavy vehicle on the highway nearby passes, the tower shakes a little* &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;, lori kat highway jalan, nih pun gegar ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Tak takutkah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Tak *busy with my fren's rope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : *wind blew by* Kalau angin kencang pun nih gegar ya... Tak takutkah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Tak. Dah biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Oooo.... Budak tu dah turun ke? Bila sampai giliran &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;?? &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;nak terjun lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... Okok.. Mari. Budak tu dah turun. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; punya &lt;em&gt;turn&lt;/em&gt; pulak skarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;em&gt;Yes!&lt;/em&gt; *pumps in the air!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: *ties the rope with the safety equipment hanging on my waist, screwing the screw taking the most safety precaution he was taught with, tugs a little. satisfied with it* Ok. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; tau macam mana nak pegang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Tak tau. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; ajar saya lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Okok.. Macam nih, tangan kiri pegang tali kat atas; tangan kanan pegang kat bawah. Nampak? Tangan kiri kena angkat tinggi sikit tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Okok... Macam nih? Betul tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Betul betul. Skarang, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; diri dekat hujung nih. Lutut bengkok sikit. Macam&lt;em&gt; position&lt;/em&gt; nak duduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Macam nih? Nanti dulu, &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; nak tanya, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; takkan jatuh-gedebuk punya kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... Tak lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Lepas tu, tali nih boleh support&lt;em&gt; I&lt;/em&gt; punyer berat?? &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; memang berat tau,&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Bang&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... Boleh... Jangan risau.. &lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; control dengan tangan &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Tapi &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;, betul betul boleh ke? &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; takut &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; punyer tangan tak boleh &lt;em&gt;support&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; punyer &lt;em&gt;muscle&lt;/em&gt; kat tangan nih memang lemah. &lt;em&gt;No strength &lt;/em&gt;punyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Dik.. Hahaha.. Dik kalau dah takut, tentu tangan dik duk genggam lagi kuat kat tali tu, cam tuh, mana boleh jatuh lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Kalau &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; terlepas tangan? Lepas tu, dia tak sempat nak sambut &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;? Nanti &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; jatuh gedebuk macam ubi kayu, macam mana?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;: Adoih... Dik nih... jangan takut lah. Kan ada orang kat bawah duk jaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Tapi &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Bang&lt;/span&gt;, tapi... ahhh... JANGAN TOLAK LAH~!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AARRRRHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Facilitator&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Har... Macam tu lah... kan dah terjun.. kaki dah tak de kat platform. Muahahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : I'VE BEEN TRICKED!! MY LIFE IS HANGING ON THIN LINE~!!!! ARRRHHHH~!!!! SOMEBODY... SAVE ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everybody on the ground (&amp;amp; platform):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : *gulp* ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112437033081733613?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112437033081733613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112437033081733613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112437033081733613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112437033081733613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/ob-outdoor-activity-unforgetable-x.html' title='OB Outdoor Activity... an Unforgetable X-perience'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112383242641286706</id><published>2005-08-10T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T15:52:42.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazey break for MMU Cyberjaya</title><content type='html'>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By bulletin on Wed, 10th August 2005 Expired date : 31-Aug-2005For MMU campus: Melaka &amp; Cyber ~ Department: CITSCategory : Announcement/Memo/Circular&lt;br /&gt;Leave for Cyberjaya CampusAssalamualaikum/Good Day, Dear VPs/Deans, This is to inform that I am declaring the Cyberjaya Campus to be closed for two days (11th &amp;amp; 12th August 2005) because of the worsening haze condition. The API index is now 197, 3 points below the critical level. The unhealthy level is 100-200. Above 200 is critical. All staff and students are hereby given leave for the 2 days. The Melaka Campus shall operate normally. Kindly take note. Ghauth. ----------------------------------------------- from CITS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;An announced haze-break for the Cyberjaya campus by President Ghauth Jasmon. Sigh... can i ask for a break in the Malacca campus.. err.. minus the haze??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112383242641286706?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112383242641286706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112383242641286706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112383242641286706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112383242641286706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/hazey-break-for-mmu-cyberjaya.html' title='Hazey break for MMU Cyberjaya'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112378357952262603</id><published>2005-08-09T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:04:25.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien, the Trickster</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Flashback from last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1 August 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a tiring 2 days in the south of Johore, up north i went back to Penang with &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KhaySoon&lt;/span&gt; and his friend, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KhaySoon&lt;/span&gt;'s the driver; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Timothy&lt;/span&gt;'s the co-driver; well, me, I'm the sleeper! Wahahaha... Anyway, we started our journey back to Penang at around 8.15am and reach Juru about 2.00pm. It's so coincident that the 3 of us do not have the key to our houses. What a bummer~! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KhaySoon&lt;/span&gt; left his keys in Malacca, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;'s keys was with his neighbour, mine was at home. We're all locked out. Since it was this way, we had our lunch in Secret Recipe in Autocity, while waiting for my dad to pass me my house keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 3.00pm and i was about to take a nap from a tiring journey and after a comfortable shower. My head was on my comfortable pillow and i'm just a tiny-miny-moe from approaching the R.E.M. for sweet dreams. THAT's when my phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : (blurringly) heelloooo.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER &lt;/span&gt;: Is this Ms. Tan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Yess... This is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER &lt;/span&gt;: Ms. Tan, I'm calling from Jobstreet and I've got a job for you. Would you like to come to our company for an interview somewhere around this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : *rub my eyes a little. sat up on my bed* Huh? What? A job?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER&lt;/span&gt; : Yes. A job that you've requested from Jobstreet which suits your qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : *I suddenly thought of my industrial training applications that my faculty requires me to find* Okok… But can I know the name of the company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER&lt;/span&gt; : Oh, I’m sorry Miss. We can’t reveal the company’s name yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Then you can at least tell me what the company deals with. What type of job that you are offering? What is the job description?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER&lt;/span&gt; : It deals a lot with properties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : I see. I’m in such a blur case right now, would you mind giving me your company’s contact number? I will call back later to make an appointment with your company. *I’m so darn ‘tiau geh’ (&lt;em&gt;tarik harga&lt;/em&gt; in malay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER&lt;/span&gt; : Sure. No problem. 5******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Hold on, let me get a piece of paper...*stood up and fiddled on my table to find a blank spot on a paper... scribble scribble... hmm… this number looks familiar* And who should I refer to when I called this number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CALLER&lt;/span&gt; : Oh, you can look for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damie&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DAMIEN LEONG&lt;/span&gt;~!!! How dare you trick me??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DAMIEN&lt;/span&gt; : Hahahahahahaha….Hahhahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : Oooo.. Now u can laugh syok syok adee lar… How dare you…you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DAMIEN&lt;/span&gt; : Hahahaha…Hahahahahahaha….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt;, you... trickster.. you... you... %£*&amp;amp;$!~#!£$@¬#!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt; laughed on the phone for quite some time before he gave his breath up for some serious talk. Pah~!&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that this fella was in Belleview BM office with &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt;, and coincidently &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; was on leave. Both of them were quite bored and the trick was planned. And I was too sleepy to realise it in the first place. Drats~ Anyway, I brush myself up, got ready and drove to Belleview to visit them.. and to reduce their boredom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Damien&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for the elephant chopstick from Bangkok. By the way, please please don't pinch your nose when talking on the phone. You really sound like a gurl~ Muahahaha... *revenge accomplished* =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112378357952262603?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112378357952262603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112378357952262603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112378357952262603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112378357952262603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/damien-trickster.html' title='Damien, the Trickster'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112370017859296107</id><published>2005-08-08T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:30:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Kukup... NOT an island; but yet a 'pulau'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flashback from last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;30th July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bunch of us went to Pulau Kukup, Pontian, Johor, for a midterm break trip. The accomodation was quite cheap, considering a Rm70 for a place to stay for one night including teatime, dinner, breakfast, lunch, and of course, the splendid view. =) The 18 of us started our journey at around 8.30am in the morning sardined in 4 cars and reached there about 12.30pm. My first impression on the place was, 'Damn, this place is so village-y. It's so darn quiet. I bet the village's gonna be dead when the clock struck 10 at night. They don't even have cars moving around the little village, the only vehicle for them is just the good ol' bicycle, and if you're rich enough, you can get yourself a motorcycle! (well, might be they parked outside their village, looking at the conditions of their houses).' Oh.. oh.. did i describe about their houses? It a 4-bricked wall, built on a few sticks of concretes for support, with a wooden floor. To make it look glamourer, they have a private mini-jetty! How cute~ But a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;word of caution&lt;/span&gt;, never ever look down at the bottom of the concrete sticks! You'll go 'yerr..', 'yucks!', and 'EEEEUUUGGHHHHWWW~~~~!'. It's an "ABC" down there, especially when low-tide strikes. Imagine, dirty-muddy-greyish-brownish sea mud + disposed-maggoted-rubbish-covered-in-seaweed + cracked-plastics (i hope it's bio-degrable) + mudfishes-with-flippers-and-cutie-crabbie-covered-in-shit + homosapiens'-shit-plus-the-loo = create a word for it, wise guy. *eyes rolling*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frankly, i got bored pretty fast. The rest had their hands on the mahjong table and the karaoke set, so i stuck myself with &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neoh&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; Neoh's housemate, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SengKuang&lt;/span&gt;, i think i got his name right. (Kor, correct me if i'm wrong).I'm not a gambler (i don't gamble at all), nor a singer. I'm only a &lt;em&gt;professional bathroom singer&lt;/em&gt;, excuse me. *blink blink* Anyway, we found ourselves at the mini-jetty and enjoyed the cool breezed washing over my face. It was cool! No, really, cool as in &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;-cool. As time passes by, as my tummy is making some eccentric noises that i hope sweet doesn't notice, i was "tired." and the 4 of us just went into the room, planning to take a nap. Of course, plan don't just goes well as planned. Dear 'friends' walked with elephant legs around the house-on-sea-water-separated-with-a-wooden-planks, and they too, sung a pitched-cracked karaoke with maximum bass! Darn, darn, darn!!! Poor &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; couldn't stand them and grab a blanket, a pillow, and his 'Da vinci Code', out to the jetty. I think he did get some peace over there. Or at least, more peaceful than us. We couldn't stand them too. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SengKuang&lt;/span&gt; went to join &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neoh&lt;/span&gt;, while me and sweet went out of the house, seeking for a more peaceful place to snap around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Teatime was so-so. I mean, i couldn't expect much from my 70 bucks, rite, but dinner sucks~!!! I really can CURSE those aunties &amp;amp; uncles staying next door for STEALING our food!!! I repeat, THEY STEAL our FOOD!! After dinner, since nobody's hanging around the karaoke set, i was glad. Stood there, saw a piece of VCD titled 'House of Wax', and i was like, cool! At last, there's some movie that i haven't watch before which is so not outdated yet. I grab it like a piece of gold, put it on the vcd player. This is so my time! Muahahaha... Not forgetting my sweet, i got hold of him and made him sit in front of the movie with me. Muahahahaha... gosh, i'm soooo wicked *winkzzz*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;31st July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My room's door exploded with a bang at 5.30am DAWN!! Okie, i'm just kidding, i shouldn't exagerated it with a 'bang'. But it's still the same, 5.30am man! I still need my beauty sleep! They said to wake up early to see the sunrise, but heck, there is NO SUNRISE AT DAWN! I slept back and told &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; to wake me up again half an hour later. At 6.30am, me &amp; sweet went to the temple, the highest building in the village, to meet &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Neoh&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; SengKuang&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; to get the best view of the sunrise. The view was... disappointing~ After our breakfast, i continued my beauty sleep. Ahhh... heaven... Hours later, we packed and left the village by noon, went to the reserve mangrove forest and the 'kelong' by boat. The reserve forest was very informative, great for secondary school students studying their Form 2 science, too bad i'm waaaay out of Form 2, muahahaha~! The 'kelong' was cute. Yeah, cute. 'Kelong' is actually a Malay word with no English equivalent; “remote fishing outpost” is the closest description. Resembling a kampung house on stilts, the wooden structure houses at its heart nets that are lowered to the seabed and raised several times a night and in the early morning; at night, a lamp is hung out with the nets to attract sea life. The man in the 'kelong' showed us those fishies, including a blowfish, a baby shark (no kidding), king crab, cutie turtle, etc. Finally, left Pulau Kukup in the evening after buying some final 'munchies'/souvenirs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 328px; HEIGHT: 294px" height="433" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC00119.jpg" width="454" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh-so-cute-mini-jetty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="416" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC00103.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunset in Kukup-tis is an amazing view =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="372" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC00190.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me in hammock on the fishing boat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112370017859296107?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112370017859296107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112370017859296107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112370017859296107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112370017859296107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/08/pulau-kukup-not-island-but-yet-pulau.html' title='Pulau Kukup... NOT an island; but yet a &apos;pulau&apos;'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112263098116467501</id><published>2005-07-26T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:12:12.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interviewing King's Hotel</title><content type='html'>OK, now i'm gonna write something which happened about 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;About King's Hotel~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.. nothing in particular happened in &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;King's Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. It's just our Organizational Behaviour assignment which requires us (me &amp; my groupmates) to interview their top management on the topic of Motivation, from Chapter 7 ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there, by 2 cars at 11.45am, driven byMaryam and LeeHin, called upon one of the managers, and waited for a few minutes in Queen's cafe, the hotel's subsidiary cafe at the side. Felix came in later than expected as his class only finished at 12pm. Then Mr. Thum Onn Kee, the hotel's Operation Manager agreed to be interviewed by us, a bunch of crazy undergraduates... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview goes on smoother than planned. Mr. Thum and his assistant were very helpful as they gave a load full of information and also a part of his experience. As we had had more than enough information, i think our presentation today went very well. Or at least, i can say it is better than the 2 groups who had presented the earlier weeks before. Gosh, I'm sooo proud of ourselves... Anywayz, thanx to my groupmates too~ =) Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="913" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/RIMG0032.jpg" width="1154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MeiYing, Maryam, LeeHin, Mr.Thum's Assistant, Mr.Thum, Fion, ShinShian, ME, Felix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="772" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/HotelsView.jpg" width="1068" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King's Hotel situated in Ayer Keroh, Malacca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112263098116467501?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112263098116467501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112263098116467501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112263098116467501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112263098116467501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/07/interviewing-kings-hotel.html' title='Interviewing King&apos;s Hotel'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112261857975854267</id><published>2005-07-25T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:31:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SickLy Idled</title><content type='html'>I really AM idling my blog for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;Due to harsh work of ASS-ignments~&lt;br /&gt;And i'm &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;! I am&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; SicK&lt;/span&gt; of tutorials, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SicK&lt;/span&gt; of assignments, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SicK &lt;/span&gt;of studying, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;SicK&lt;/span&gt; of being SICK~!&lt;br /&gt;DUH~!! @@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? Life goes on. Face the real world, you can't go far without a scroll in hand. Still survivable without it. But the workload is harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my 2 cent grumble~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my so-called wonderful world... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112261857975854267?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112261857975854267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112261857975854267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112261857975854267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112261857975854267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/07/sickly-idled.html' title='SickLy Idled'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112178711579752370</id><published>2005-07-02T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:33:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sze Chiek and Siok Teng Back in Malacca</title><content type='html'>**&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome back*Wekcome back&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated especially to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sze Chiek&lt;/span&gt; and her friend, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Siok Teng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sorry, i can't accompany u guys in JoNKer. But it's still nice to met u guys there.. even though it's just for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Had a nice day with u guys.. chicken rice ball... Mahkota Parade... Sampan Bistro... &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Li Ying&lt;/span&gt;'s house... the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP CAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really should remember the cake (where else have u seen people &lt;em&gt;'lou sang' on cakes&lt;/em&gt;??!!), and the MTV of our gang!!! Hahaha.... &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WeiHor&lt;/span&gt; can be a backdrop actor by his &lt;em&gt;'ham sap lou'&lt;/em&gt; actions!!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed till my tummy achie watching all those silly gestures and funny comebacks~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Hope u guys can come back as often as u could, so that Malacca can BOOM with your's &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;PeiHwa&lt;/span&gt;'s laughter. Gosh, both of u really have the weirdest sense of humour~ =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sze Chiek&lt;/span&gt;......... &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Siok Teng&lt;/span&gt;.............. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUUUUUUUAXXX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112178711579752370?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112178711579752370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112178711579752370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178711579752370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178711579752370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/07/sze-chiek-and-siok-teng-back-in.html' title='Sze Chiek and Siok Teng Back in Malacca'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112178743603924343</id><published>2005-06-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:55:37.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bukit Beruang Hill Climb</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I went hiking up the steep Bukit Beruang hill with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YL,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;. First time ever though i'm already living in this area to nearly 4 years. Shame on u Mint Mint, you've lived here for nearly four years and u haven't even been there~&lt;br /&gt;What to do? I have a lazy bum. I only concentrate on badminton, though i'm a lousy player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hill was steep. I wondered how does some people have the stamina to go all the way up. I was already panting my breath out on the first quarter of the hill. I managed to keep my strength until half the hill where they provide another so-called steep trail at the side. Luckily, sweet was there to pull me up. Wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i wanted to stress it here was... the MAGNIFICIENT VIEW WAS DARN SUPERB~!!!&lt;br /&gt;first time i've seen the whole of Malacca, up till the shore, up till the sea, into the horizon. I was speechless. Sweet told me that it'll be even more beautiful during sunset. But we were already too late to watch it as it was already about 7pm at that time, waaay past sunset time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those friends there were very entertaining. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yap&lt;/span&gt; was doing his kungfu; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; was playing with his handphone trying to record my conversation with sweet; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YL&lt;/span&gt; were... i dunno, i can't remember them doing anything except shouting at the dumb hill. Were they dumb or the hill was dumb? Hahaha.. Just kidding guys... (apologize first, just in case they've read this and swish-swashing their knives at me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down,&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Yap&lt;/span&gt; let his ringtone rang while he danced down the hill. Yess... he DANCED DOWN THE HILL ..... like a monkey~! With arms wriggling to the left, then to the right; turn a little; shakes shakes his butt a while; wriggle to the left; wriggle to the right; etc.. Wahahahahahaha... hahahha... Gosh, i had to hug my tummy while looking at his funny variaties of dance-nology. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt; even managed to capture that 'video' through his Nokia 3-G handphone as a proof!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down was quicker than going up. Blame it on the gravity.&lt;br /&gt;Aih...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112178743603924343?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112178743603924343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112178743603924343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178743603924343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178743603924343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/bukit-beruang-hill-climb.html' title='The Bukit Beruang Hill Climb'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112178633184855864</id><published>2005-06-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:37:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet</title><content type='html'>This particular day, just one day after my sweet memories, i was woken up by the strange banging sound outside my room. One-eyed open, and i noticed it was my sweet. Outside. Sweeping. Happily. Banging the broom on the wall, accidentally, while wanting to sweep the corner of the wall. Took a look at my handphone. It was already 10am??!! I thought I only slept for less than 3 hours, though i actually slept at 3am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurringly, i tried to open the other eye, though both of my eyes are stubbornly attached to the bottom of my eyelids. Got up from my bed and zig-zag-ly managed to walk to the window. Put my palm on the glass and pushed it aside, windows opened.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, turned to me, wished me good morning.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, still struggling with my heavy eye-lids, grumpily, mumbled him a morning.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, told me to go back to sleep since i slept late.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, still struggling with my heavy-eyelids, oh plus the brightness of the sun, grumpily, asked wat was he actually doing so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, simply, told me that he was sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, still &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; struggling with my heavy-eyelids, just nodded. 'Frrmph' a little. And asked again, the truth.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, happily, said can't sleep much cuz of happiness surrounds him.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, struggling with my heavy-eyelids, one eye managed to open a little, stares quizically, light scraps though my one eye, i squinted.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, happily, laughingly, shoo-ed me back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, struggling with my heavy-eyelids, denies my still on-going sleepiness.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, happily, knowingly, understandably, mysteriously, shoo-ed me back to sleep again, and told me to get a better rest as we'll be going out somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, struggling with my heavy-eyelids, answered grogily still denying my sleepiness and told my sweet to continue whatever he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;~My sweet, wide-eyed, grinningly, happily, knowingly, insistingly, shoo-ed me back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;~Me, struggling with my heavy-eyelids, shakes my head, closed my window, and walked zig-zag-ly back to my bed, my heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up again one hour later.. but this time is by the alarm from my handphone. After lunch, my sweet took me to the place he myseriously hinted this morning. It turned out to be a temple. We paid a visit to 2 temples. Together with two of sweet's friends.&lt;br /&gt;Since coincidentally sweet has to fetch his aunt home as well, the four of us followed sweet to his house &amp; his mom's orchid farm. Details are not going to be elaborated as it's P &amp;amp; C. Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i suddenly thought of this phrase...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When a person's too happy, they can't seem to think of others.. they only think of the &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more philosophical as i find myself out. Grarrgh~***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112178633184855864?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112178633184855864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112178633184855864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178633184855864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178633184855864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweet.html' title='Sweet'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112178050777736726</id><published>2005-06-26T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:24:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest Memory of the Sweetest Sweety</title><content type='html'>I, hereby, officially announced that &lt;strong&gt;25th June 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ the day in KL, the day in Sunway Pyramid, the day in RedBox, the day with the song, the day with Initial D, the day in Petaling Street ~*~&lt;br /&gt;will be in me AND WITH me till the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;*gush gush* ="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah~ I'm so darn dramatic..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112178050777736726?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112178050777736726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112178050777736726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178050777736726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112178050777736726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/sweetest-memory-of-sweetest-sweety.html' title='Sweetest Memory of the Sweetest Sweety'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112089695914277232</id><published>2005-06-24T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:26:10.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Festival</title><content type='html'>Durian Festival?? Huh? Durian Festival?? Here?? Dig ur ears properly, i DID mentioned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DURIAN FESTIVAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard of this so-called durian festival before. My housemate, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;, asked me whether do i want to join his friends for this "celebration" and i was like, huh? Durian Festival? okay... interesting... i'll give it a try... hmm... very interesting... *thumb &amp; pinkie finger stroking chin* We went to his friend's house to gather there for the feast. Waiting... Impatiently... and VOILA~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took out about 30-40 durians of all kinds~! And i mean, all kinds.. No Kidding~&lt;br /&gt;There were around 10-15 of us, so all of us ate about 3-4 durians per person. That broke my record! I never had so much durians stuffed in my tummy before... Usually 1 1/2 durians and i'm off with a full tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. i've got my palm pricked afew while cleaning up. It's only a mild prick. It'll heal in 2 days time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 364px; HEIGHT: 245px" height="462" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/DSC09542.jpg" width="570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~Durians O' Durians~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112089695914277232?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112089695914277232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112089695914277232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112089695914277232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112089695914277232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/durian-festival.html' title='Durian Festival'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112089086960773496</id><published>2005-06-18T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T16:00:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neoh-Ah-Kor's Surprise~*~</title><content type='html'>Who lurves surprises? I bet everybody does. =) Especially my godbrother-&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Neoh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The certain look when his jaw drops and starts to cough non-stop for a whole 1 minute when he sees me behind my housemate makes me wanna roll on the floor and laugh all the way into the cinema~! Muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share another story that i forgot to post it up y'day.&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, i went with my new housemate to watch Ms. &amp; Mrs. Smith in Mahkota Parade. Presumely, my roomate (my cousin) were to follow us, but she changed her mind later on. And so, we went with his gang of coursemates. One of his coursemate is *drum roll...* my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AhKor-Neoh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the original story. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; knew that i had moved out of Emerald Park but he doesn't know who my new housemates are. I never wanted to tell him in the first place because i planned to surprise him. I even got hold of my new housemate and told him about the surprise plan. Luckily he agreed to go along with me. =)&lt;br /&gt;And so, we went with a surprise on hand; and his coursemates went with suspense in mind (including &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt;). They've planned to meet at the main enterance of Mahkota Parade, and so, i walk in the shadows of my housemate &amp; his first-half gang of friends since they're all tall enough to hide me behind them =D. I took a step out when nearing the second-half of the gang, and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; started to gawked &amp;amp; coughed non-stop! After all the introduction with the gang there, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; still haven't stop coughing~ aih... pity u &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kor&lt;/span&gt;... but farnee jugak~ Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my story, Angelina Jolie &amp; Brad Pitt's 'Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith' is not bad either.. I would recommend this movie to any of my friends with a rating of grade A. It was a romantically-actionised-comedy film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahh.. i can't elaborate much on the movie as my main purpose of this post is to show how funny my gawking-&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ahkor&lt;/span&gt; looked like when he was surprised~&lt;br /&gt;For his version of the story, please click &lt;a href="http://nesohu.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-mrs-smith.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheheh.... Hahaha... Darn, i still can't stop laughing... Muahahhaa...... Ouch~!&lt;br /&gt;*tummy achie from laughing too much*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112089086960773496?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112089086960773496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112089086960773496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112089086960773496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112089086960773496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/neoh-ah-kors-surprise.html' title='Neoh-Ah-Kor&apos;s Surprise~*~'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-112081765962244174</id><published>2005-06-17T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:23:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of the First Semester  =)</title><content type='html'>The first day to arrive in Malacca was hectic. Time was so limited as my parents still haven't book their hotel rooms. We planned to stop by at 'Kay Elle' to visit my sisters, but theor classes is until 3pm. But we could not stop at 'Kay Elle' after 2pm, because we're afraid that we might not have enough time to reach Malacca by 4pm. Once we're reached Malacca, our first stop is at my new house. By 7.30pm, my parents are at least satisfied with the condition of the room before leaving to their hotel. I, ofcourse, followed them. Who doesn't want to sleep in the hotel where there's comfort in the first place. =p   And at least i get to watch the Malaysian Idol from the hotel TV. The very next day, Dad brought me back to Bukit Beruang and dumped me there. Boohoohoo....  ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week in campus was very free. In fact, darn free. I can even finish a 20-episodes TVB series in just 3 days ( i did went for classes, k..) My biological clock was normal; started to feel sleepy as soon as the clock struck 12am. But this will change in the flow of 2 weeks time. Just give me a few more weeks &amp; i'll be turning back into an owl; sleep during the day, active during the night.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was one fine day, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ms. Goh&lt;/span&gt; MSN-ed me a bad news. She told me that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; is going to resign from Belleview~!!! His reasons were (1) he got a better job offer from DNP (Belleview's competitor), which gives him 20% more than his current salary; (2) he can't stand &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; (that's wat me &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ms.Goh&lt;/span&gt; suspected). Why oh why &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;.... Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-112081765962244174?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/112081765962244174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=112081765962244174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112081765962244174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/112081765962244174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-week-of-first-semester.html' title='First Week of the First Semester  =)'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111859220808924140</id><published>2005-06-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:20:54.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Day at Belleview BM</title><content type='html'>*sob sob* *tissue please*&lt;br /&gt;After days of banging the photostate machine, jamming the laserprinters, misprinting the receipts, taking up fax messages, filing behind the cabinets, making newspaper cuttings, tearing up papers, stamping the envelopes, making memos, drafting letters, stamping incoming letters/bills, joking with dear collueges, making new friends with lawyers/bank marketers, occasional free lunches with boss, etc. Gosh, to much to mention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begun to see, what a wonderful experience i have gathered while i was working. For example, i do not know how to operate the photostate machine &amp; fax before this, and now.. i'm an expert! Woohoo! Oh yeah, and the typewriters, i only know how to use the old type... but the new type i dun have any clues at all... then from the experience from working, i would say, i think i can pass. Hehehe... And operating the photostate machine, I am EXPERT~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the sad topic here, *sob sob* I'm having my officially last day at Belleview Group. Even managed to get stingy-snake-Goh to treat my last meal with my collueges. Since Goh is a vegetarian, our lunch choice is very very limited. At the end, we settled at Pizza Hut, Plaza Mertajam, and ordered 2 sets of pizza combo with a vegetarian flavour and a Meatball flavour (i think that's wat it's called). The very last time i've been to Plaza Mertajam was during my secondary days where i have to take the public bus home after my 'SPM kelas tambahan' from the bus station located next to it. Goh grumpily paid about RM70 for the whole satisfying meal (for us, it's satisfying; or else, Goh wouldn't be grumbling =p ) Everybody was there except for Damien. He's suppose to come to my farewell, but darn Mr.Ng gave him too much work until he can't make it to BM. Bum Bum Mr. Ng~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, may i announce that, *tsk... sob..sob...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR COLLUEGES... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julie, Goh, Ms. Goh, Damien, Mr. Ng, Ms. Ng, Ah Keat, Ah Khim, TingTing, PeiSan, the pak cik Guard, and the cleaner Auntie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL &amp; ALWIZ WILL REMEMBER U GUYS~~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANX FOR THE KNOWLEDGE U GUYS GAVE ME, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANX FOR THE EXPERIENCE U GUYS GAVE ME,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANX FOR THE ADVICE U GUYS GAVE ME,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUUUUUUUUAXX~!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: Due to some request, i am not able to post photos of my collueges. Or else, Damien will cut my head off &amp;amp; chop me into pieces... Skaaareeee...... wwwooooOOoooOOoooooo..... *shivers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111859220808924140?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111859220808924140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111859220808924140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111859220808924140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111859220808924140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-last-day-at-belleview-bm.html' title='My Last Day at Belleview BM'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111790210017006870</id><published>2005-06-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T00:48:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan GT &amp; Miss Autocity (finalists)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ah Kor&lt;/span&gt; came down to Juru in conjunction of the Japan GT Promotional event in Autocity. It's like, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;. Hahahahahahaha... Ok, shut up. I'm getting more freako already~ Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a horrible traffic jam i've bumped into before I managed to reach Autocity. Was stuck there for like about 30 minutes, many thanks to the event. I usually can take about 10-15 minutes ONLY to reach Autocity, taking the kampung road; but this time, a WHOLE of 30 minutes~!!! Oh yea, I've been cursing and cursing all those cars along the way while i speeded past them. Not to mention at that moment, my "speeding' was only 40kmph at most. Now imagine 'speeding' again. Really, it made me terribly late. Took off at 5.45pm; hoping to reach at 6pm; ended up there at 6.25pm. Damn those traffics. Later &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; messaged me that the show was cancelled, but will resume with their night schedule which is the selection of the Miss Autocity finalists. What a bummer~! So, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; told me that he &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt; will be waiting for me in front of McD. So, all i gotta do is just drive up to McD and pick them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car, we were planning either to have our dinner or a "inspection" at my new house first (just kidding), then only come back to Autocity. But as i was slowly driving round toward the nasi kandar area, a sudden sound of music started booming. We were so excited thinking one of the event had actually started as AhKor went straight out of my car and head towards the booming music. It actually turn out to be a false alarm. Damn *again*. Plan made. My house first, then dinner in Sri Rambai, my old place, really home sweet home, err.. except that i've moved to Juru, so it's a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Autocity around 8.30pm. I managed to get a parking space pretty quick. Thanx to my lucky-carpark-star. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; dissappeared among the crowds in a now-you-see-now-you-don't situation, leaving &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt; and me. The Miss Autocity finalists event was going on at that moment. So it makes sense that everybody was hovering over the stage to get a good look at those pretty ladies. Just an additional information, most of them are guys, young guys. It figures too though. Many thanks to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Irene&lt;/span&gt; who accompanied me around the 'car-acting' session; picture taking session; and the eerie &amp; disgusting photographs with the squishy brains' serebrum, sereblum, medula oblongata sprouting out of the skull like growing yellowish jellies when the bus hit the head, with the head-without-body in a pool of blood session, etc. Hey, i still remember my biology on brain anotomy after 4 long years. It's a good news for my dad. Yippe yay *eyes rolled* Anyway, thank goodness, nobody vomitted after seeing those photos. If not, I would be more afraid of people's blench rather than those disgusting bloody photos from the police department. Some of the photos really look like some scenes from Shutter, a Thai ghost movie. Pity the poor Citroen/Picasso guy, answered most of the questions we asked, but still, we're not &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; planning to buy it. I even took some pics on a hot yellow lotus sports car. Honestly, I find that it was the coolest &amp;amp; most unique car over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 307px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="338" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/IMG_0730.jpg" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="343" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/IMG_0733.jpg" width="432" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Side View &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 323px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="338" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/IMG_0732.jpg" width="470" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Model posing with the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Ok, it was actually me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see pictures of the Miss Autocity's finalists?? Sorry, my camera is not that good. Since &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; was near the stage with his new toy, he did took some great pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10pm, the event was over. Stayed a little later at Secret Recipe, bending down towards the Chocalate marshmellow, battling with myself whether or not indulge my stomach with cheese, fat, and sugar. 5 minutes later, I turn around and head towards the exit door.&lt;br /&gt;Empty handed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111790210017006870?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111790210017006870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111790210017006870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111790210017006870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111790210017006870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/06/japan-gt-miss-autocity-finalists.html' title='Japan GT &amp; Miss Autocity (finalists)'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111773039650408462</id><published>2005-05-31T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:39:56.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.T.</title><content type='html'>I did my first overtime tonight. Just now. Reached the office at 8.55am this morning, and went back at 9.45pm. It's been more than 12 hours in that office. Then, i had to fetch Ms. Goh, my colluege, back first as she is carless-for-the-day because her mom is using her car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told the both of us that we're going to have to stay for an overtime. Nobody. Not even my boss. Not even Goh. And at the speak of that devil, lazy Goh ducked out at 6.30pm~!!! And leaving only 3 girls to do everything! Luckily, Ms. Ng came over to help us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank you, Ms. Ng. You're da bezz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Good news is,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;the both of us get to get back at 9.45pm, compared to Julie &amp; Ms. Ng, who went back at 11.30pm. Goh is going to kena teruk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bad news, I WAS NOT &amp;amp; WILL NOT BE PAID FOR MY OVERTIME!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(Temporary workers are not paid for doing overtime.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Frankly, i AM the one who should went back early, NOT Goh~!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Very tired... and sleepy... and more to tired than sleepy... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;miss you, world. G'nitezzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111773039650408462?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111773039650408462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111773039650408462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111773039650408462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111773039650408462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/ot.html' title='O.T.'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111746847853125252</id><published>2005-05-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:17:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papercut</title><content type='html'>I had papercuts on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I had papercuts on my bare palm.&lt;br /&gt;*pouting lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making an origami airplane and tried to fly it accross the office, but my boss caught me and sent me to detention. But i managed it snuck out of the room and escape. I decided to take the lift as it was less tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ok, it was a lie, but &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; u guys&lt;em&gt; did&lt;/em&gt; rolled your eyes on it&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was really folding an origamied invitation letter pretty quick and maybe that's when the paper cut my palm. I didn't care, I went on folding. And then, i got my fingers cut. *eyes wide out in horror* As in papercut. *relieved?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; made me do his work last Friday, it's a good time for revenge. Ngek ngek ngek... *cackles evilly like a witch* The way i pulled him into the room is exactly like pulling a stubborn bull into the workload that it doesn't like; the only difference was, i pulled him using words. How creative i was. *eyes rolled*again* Imagine, you've managed to pull a stubborn bull, full of expection, and yet, what it gives you is only half a grain of rice, per day. Put &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; in the bull's shoes. He &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; helps me to stick the stamps on the envelopes. Well, at least it's better than nothing. I mean, it's only &lt;em&gt;347 envelopes that he has to finish from 3.15pm till 5.00pm,&lt;/em&gt; excluding the foldings, the stamping, and the paging-ins' invitation letters into the envelope given. He was too slow, so, i ended up finishing his part when I was done for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i've got papercuts on my palm &amp;amp; fingers. Mild papercuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111746847853125252?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111746847853125252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111746847853125252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111746847853125252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111746847853125252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/papercut.html' title='Papercut'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111738972333131867</id><published>2005-05-30T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T02:22:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another wrap-ups</title><content type='html'>Brought my sisters to Kay-Elle last Monday. Does it look abit upstandard-ish? I mean, the word 'Kay-Elle' instead of 2 plain old boring alphabets of 'K' &amp; 'L'. 'Kay' sounds more street-casual; whereas 'Elle' sounds like, well, 'elle' (as in the brand 'Elle'. Sporty Elle). And when you combine it both, then, it sounds more... more... Gosh, i'm crapping. And it's the usual &lt;em&gt;useless&lt;/em&gt; craps.&lt;br /&gt;A-nih-way, my sisters will be studying in TARCKL, taking e-commerce. End of story. End of my craps. Except that, that was a statement, not crap. Only the first and last line is a statement. All are craps. This is not the last line i meant. I mean the previous. Ah-hem. Jeezs, when will i ever learn? Came back from the 'trip' on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was boring. So is Friday. Especially on Friday. Because on Friday, I have to finish &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;'s unfinished pile of work &amp; he even dare to go on leave. Darn. I'm gonna get him back next Monday. Oh yeah, he's gonna get it for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurday's, on the other hand, nice. Very nice. How would you describe your day, if your bigger boss suddenly treat you &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; all your collueges in a nice fancy &lt;em&gt;vegetarian&lt;/em&gt; restaurant? I'm not complaining on the food nor the environment. It was air-conditioned. Very comfortable. That is why, Thursday is nice. On top of that, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mr. Ng&lt;/span&gt; is nice. Because he is the one who treated us. Muahahahaha..... Free lunch again~! =D I think I should call him &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Mr. Nice-Ng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Remindation: &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mr. Sunny Ho&lt;/span&gt;, my biggest boss, still haven't treated me lunch yet. Such a stingy fella for being the biggest boss. I'm gonna sulk whenever he's around. Just that, I can't really do it, because he's seldom in the BM office. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was ..... I'll leave it to your own opinion(s). &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ah Sing&lt;/span&gt;, my coursemate from MMU, came down all the way from Seremban. Because he's a guy, I couldn't take him shopping. And because he's a guy, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;AhKor&lt;/span&gt; suggested to go to Bukit Genting. Because his housemate's a guy, they still couldn't get theirselves geographied with the roads(shameful.) Because he's a guy, he's staying in his housemate's house in Sungai Petani, Kedah. And because he's a guy, he still have to go back early. Because they're guys, i still don't like guys being too ego about how the roads should go, especially when i've been in that area alot more times than they have. In short, I don't like guys who thought they know-it-all when they actually DON'T-know-it-all. I don't blame it on &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AhSing&lt;/span&gt;, cuz he's not the one who's driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was SUPERB~! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;, also from MMU, came down from Alor Setar, Kedah, to look at her future workplace. She'll be having her training for her FYP here in BM. Took her around Bandar Perda to look for her going-to-be office. Bandar Perda was a big new township in BM which they're separated into Utara (North), Selatan (South), Timur (East), and Barat (West). Luckily it was an easy find since it was situated in Lorong Bandar Perda &lt;em&gt;Selatan&lt;/em&gt; Satu. I'm more familiar with the southern part of Bandar Perda. Next, we went over to Prangin Mall. I was only thinking of window shopping, but in the end, i bought a pair of sunnies &amp; 2 pairs of earrings. Why do i always do that?! My hand itches whenever i see earrings on display. OMG! I'm completely an earring-freako~!!! I already have a jewellery box full of earrings! You really should have see it. It is already full! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; my housemates have seen it. They've even tried to get me away from any earrings on display. But this time, i really couldn't help myself. The earrings was too pretty &amp; cute &amp; unique. I was tempted. The earrings got me! I couldn't pull myself away! And not much of a guess, I've bought it. By the way, guess what? The earrings are made of feathers. Yes, feathers~! Not the feathers plucked from your feather-duster, kay... I'm not that cheapo. The colours were very unique. I'll take a pixie of it when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;On the same venue, I've met &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Aline&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;AhXia&lt;/span&gt;, (both Penangites) and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;AhJoe&lt;/span&gt; (came down from Sg Petani), all M'cca MMU-ian.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, &lt;strong&gt;SUPERB SUNDAY~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111738972333131867?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111738972333131867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111738972333131867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111738972333131867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111738972333131867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/another-wrap-ups.html' title='Another wrap-ups'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111722122734729869</id><published>2005-05-23T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T14:26:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Birthdays in 1 Weekend</title><content type='html'>I've been invited to two 21st Birthday parties the last weekend. The first belongs to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sherbeth&lt;/span&gt;, and latter belongs to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;. Both of them are my CBM secondary schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sherbeth&lt;/span&gt;'s party (Saturday), as in very very late. By the time i was there, it was already about 9.15 pm. I got stucked in a hair saloon from 2.30pm until 8.45pm where i was getting my hair done. My butt were numb from the sitting. Had a haircut. Changed my hairstyle. You won't notice the changes unless u look at the back of my head carefully. I have to highlight it to make the upper parting to be obvious. but i dun think i'm gonna do that. Depends on my mood. Anyway, back to the point, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SherBeth&lt;/span&gt;'s party was like a gathering for CBM 2001/02 and F6 of HSBM 2002/03. On the CBM-ers list are &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;AiLyn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SzuChyi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Viviene&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;YiLing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;HooiSan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Shuping&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;HooiSing&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;JuSuan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ChewHui&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not so sure about HSBM-ers. There might be more CBM-ers, but as far as i know, those who i've listed is those who i saw that night. &lt;strong&gt;Cheers to you guys, and keep in touch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;CBM ROcKz~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This time, to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'s party (Sunday), i started my journey early, but still, i got stuck in the Wesak Day procession as i was like a teeny-weeny few fraction of seconds late to pass the traffic lights upon reaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'s house. As a result, i was stuck there for about 15 minutes long.&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;was so darn near to SweeIm's house that i can even reach her house less than 15 minute by foot. But then again, I couldn't just leave my car in the middle of the street, could I? I can get 'saman' for that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;'s party, on the other hand, was a small gathering for us, the closer friends. Reached there and the first person i saw was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, a long lost HSBM senior-fren, then it was my secondary gang of friends,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;YitShee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Corina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CheaYing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WayNah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SengWooi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ChoonNai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. Additionally,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Keneddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;brought 3 other friends of his, which he don't even bother to introduce to us. By the way,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Keneddy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;still haven't change. He's still the funny chap who has all the attention when he speaks. And he has more attention when i shoot at him when his words contradicts mine. In the hokkien dialect, it is better known as 'zhat'. Muahahahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Back to the main topic, these are the two happy friends of mine who have just reach adulthood legally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SherBeth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;SweeIm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;~*~Happy 21st BuRtday~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;***enjoy life to the fullest; you won't know how it's like until you've tried it***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MUAX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;from your krazy IcyMint fren...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111722122734729869?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111722122734729869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111722122734729869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111722122734729869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111722122734729869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/2-birthdays-in-1-weekend.html' title='2 Birthdays in 1 Weekend'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111701544173251739</id><published>2005-05-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T01:44:57.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap-Ups for the past 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>I met my company's solicitor, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ms. Ng&lt;/span&gt;, a very nice young lady. Why did i say nice? Cuz she treats me lunch on my second day. Muahahaha... I went show-house in a new housing scheme with her, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;, &amp; Goh in Tmn Perwira Indah, in Permatang Tinggi, developed by Aroma Developers. The house is quite nice. Spacious. 2 1/2 storey terrace. Large balcony. Good handwork. Tidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 more days, I met my bigger boss, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mr. Ng&lt;/span&gt; (not related to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ms. Ng&lt;/span&gt;). He said he just wanted to drop by in the BM office just to check on the updates. Now, who believes? Anyway, he too, is nice. Because he treats me lunch. Muahahaha... &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; told him about the project by Aroma Developers and he took us to around that place again to have a look. 'A serious competitor' he says, 'we have to work fast'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on my second week, i had someone to gossip to in the office. Hehehe... Had a new colluege coming in. Julie introduced her to me as &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ms. Goh&lt;/span&gt; (not related to Goh, by any means), a fresh-grad from USM. She'll be one of our permanent staff for Belleview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of days, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt; starts to tensed up. Then, she revealed that the big big BIG boss is coming over to over branch to check up on us. She wants us all in the office to clear up our workstations, wear full formal wear, and it's my first time to see her wearing pantyhose, lipstick &amp;amp; a lil' bit of makeup, which she seldom puts on. Some of my collueges,&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; Ms. Cheng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Damien Leong&lt;/span&gt;, and even &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mr. Ng&lt;/span&gt; from the Penang island branch had arrived earlier to make an early preparations as well as &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ms. Ng&lt;/span&gt; too, just in case. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Mr. Sunny Ho&lt;/span&gt; finally came over around lunchtime. And by that time, most of us were already very hungry but we must not go out for lunch yet. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt; said that we must wait until he's either (a) gone; or (b) opens up his mouth to give us permission for lunch. When it was 1.45pm,&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; Julie&lt;/span&gt; finally came out of the meeting room to ask me &amp; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ms. Goh&lt;/span&gt; to go out and have our lunch first. Their meeting is still on. By the time he left, I still haven't get a good look at him yet. And he didn't even treat me, his new staff, lunch. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Btw, treating me lunch will get good testimonial comments from me. So, you'll know what to do. *winkz* ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111701544173251739?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111701544173251739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111701544173251739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111701544173251739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111701544173251739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/wrap-ups-for-past-2-weeks.html' title='Wrap-Ups for the past 2 weeks'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111669890392864204</id><published>2005-05-03T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T14:28:07.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of My Official Temporary Work</title><content type='html'>Today is my first day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am working... well, only for this break, MMU's longest break ever.&lt;br /&gt;I have worked before, if you consider working for my university as a kind of "job" you had in mind. What did i actually contribute (/do)? I was one of the orientation committee for the May '03/04 intake. We were paid only mere RM10/day which we worked for 9 days. A total of RM90 in my pocket. But that job is damn tiring. Not worth my Rm10 sweat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;There are some hometown friends of mine who didn't believe that i'm working back here in BM, might be because I usually don't work during my uni break. That's when they used to find me, kaki window shopping kononnya aku nih. Sorry to dissappoint you dear &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SweeIm, &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Corina,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AiLin,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SherBeth,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;YitShee,&lt;/span&gt; and others too many of you to mention. This break, i can't accompany you guys for window shopping anymore. I gotta earn some bucks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Julie&lt;/span&gt;, our branch manager, is a very helpful lady, and so is my colluege, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Goh&lt;/span&gt;. Only the 3 of us are in the Sales &amp; Marketing department in the BM branch; while &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;AhKeat&lt;/span&gt;, another colluege, is the only 1 who's from the Project department here.Altogether, there's only 4 of us, despite the big bundle of work to be done. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, just to cheer things up, the nasi lemak sold downstairs near to my office gives me the pleasure of having teatime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111669890392864204?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111669890392864204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111669890392864204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111669890392864204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111669890392864204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-day-of-my-official-temporary.html' title='First Day of My Official Temporary Work'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111652798043783090</id><published>2005-05-02T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:44:55.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me MOM's Bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1st May = Labour Day = My Mom's Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother really laboured my mom 48 years ago. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;*looks around* Ok, not very faarnee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took all of us over to Penang Island for a luncheon to treat my mom for her special day because he has to attend a meeting that evening. By the way, she did forgive him as we all know it's an important meeting. We wanted to go to Evergreen Laurel's at first, then Gurney Hotel, but both of them only serve dinner. So, instead of going to a hotel to have our lunch, we have to settle at a restaurant. Dad called up his friends for any recomendations and we ended up at a chinese restaurants called Lakeview or something... but I'm sure there's a 'view' word. Quite an enjoyable meal, except for the long wait for food. The restaurant was on full house as some families are celebrating a week earlier's Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at night, I brought back a tiramisu cake i ordered from Secret Recipe a few days earlier and called up my godmother and my godsisters and my godnieces-nephews to join us in the mini-ladies-only Bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 242px; HEIGHT: 177px" height="434" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/Picture016.jpg" width="582" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crab meat soup made like chark-fin soup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 180px" height="359" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/Picture019.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday Noodle is a must for every chinese family members' bday person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 192px" height="348" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/Picture017.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deep-fried salad prawn (which actually is dipped with mayonaisse, kena tipu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 209px" height="344" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/f2d151a6.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Such a pity we have to eat it all up =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 408px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="375" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/Picture022.jpg" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom &amp; Dad enjoying their meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 264px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="379" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/Picture039.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiramisu for my Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 204px" height="346" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/My%20Family/Picture047.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mummy's presents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, I think my mom had a great time looking at the way she laughs when she gets her hands on her presents... and the glowing look she gave my dad when he came back from his meeting. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah Mi,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 48TH BIRTHDAY &amp;amp; WE ALL LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from your loving 3 daughters... and husband.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111652798043783090?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111652798043783090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111652798043783090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111652798043783090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111652798043783090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-moms-bday.html' title='Me MOM&apos;s Bday'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111615216734205010</id><published>2005-04-28T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T02:03:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Emerald Park~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hey people, I'm moving out of Emerald Park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No more staying in that lousy hostel, though it's most parent's best choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Faster connection.&lt;br /&gt;2. TV&lt;br /&gt;3. Fridge.&lt;br /&gt;4. Private bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;5. Stove.&lt;br /&gt;6. Having to cook LEGALLY without those hostel wardens bursting in when you least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;7. No more people hovering over me.&lt;br /&gt;8. No more people look through their windows whenever i accidentally scream.&lt;br /&gt;9. Oh, and i can scream after 12 midnight.&lt;br /&gt;10. No more security guards peering at me whenever i come back at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more hogging on the phone for 2 hrs plus.&lt;br /&gt;2. No more easy access to food whenever raining.&lt;br /&gt;3. No more Southern Fried Chicken whenever i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think that's all I can think of at the moment. Anyone who has any more to contribute, please do so. You're welcome to add in more points. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P/S: I wanna thank &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;TianHao&lt;/span&gt; for helping me to move my belongings to my new house. Thanx, mate  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111615216734205010?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111615216734205010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111615216734205010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111615216734205010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111615216734205010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/out-of-emerald-park.html' title='Out of Emerald Park~'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111565170721515125</id><published>2005-04-22T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:10:47.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting = Roller Coasters + Casinos (+ Safari Club)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-18th April 2005-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Buckled up and went straight to Genting Highlands to scream all my lungs out. I just can't wait to get my butt on those exciting roller coasters. The first time i'm going to Genting with my friends. I've been to Genting alot of times before but it was usually with my family and it's not much fun compared to going with friends. I mean, I don't want to complain much, but &lt;em&gt;parents&lt;/em&gt;?! They're such a spoilsport. Like once I get excited about a particular roller coaster, they'll go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It looks so high. Do you think it's safe enough?" or &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I hope they don't get alot of accidents here" (CHOI~!!!) or &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Better don't. You'll get headaches from all that twirling and rolling" or &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't come complaining to me about wanting to throw up". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Such a wet blanket, don't you agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our journey started at 7.30am from Emerald Park, but took off at 8.05am by taxi. Blame it on the spoilt old bus Wira. Met CheeHaw with his gf &amp; another friend of his when we were waiting for the bus. Reached Melaka Sentral just in time at 8.20am for our 8.30am Transnasional bus to PuduRaya, KL. On the spot, we bought a 11.30am bus to reach Genting at 1pm. When we arrived at Genting, we walked straight to the First World's reception coolly. Oh did i mentioned that we didn't book our rooms yet at that time? There's a couple in our gang that we thought they're going to book rooms for us since they are the ones being high-and-mighty about the whole thing ni the first place. And guess what, they only dropped the bomb whilke we were waiting for the bus in EP. I was like, stunned for a minute and was going to shout "Damn both of you! Why didn't you tell us earlier?! We might have book it ourselves, you both dim-squited-octopus-head-with-a-brain-at-the-size-of-a-pea!!!" How I wish i'd say that. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;.. we're lucky (me &amp;amp; my roomates); they weren't =)&lt;br /&gt;We've got a room from an uncle who had booked a room early for their kids, but they didn't come at the last minute. So, he sold us the room at RM60! Cheap, right? And our "friend" there got their deal at RM150 per room. Double our price. Hah! *satisfied smile*&lt;br /&gt;After we've refreshed ourselves, we went around Genting Times Square to have our dinner. Then took a long walk and have some snap shots around Genting. I was so tempted to go into Safari, a local club, but i have to drop the idea since i was not wearing the right clothes. I mean, we're in Genting. And, man, it's freezing outside especially when the fog comes around.Since we cannot go to Safari, me and KF went into the casino. I'm turning 21 this year, so I AM ENTERING LEGALLY into the casino *high 5* Honestly, a casino is not a fun place to be in as i've imagined it to be. I don't even understand those games they were playing there except the jackpot slots. It might be because I don't gamble. And i don't bet either. I really don't. Don't believe me? I swear to God. I admit I'm much of a risk-averse person. Also, it might be because my dad says gambling is bad. So, I don't gamble. Gosh, I'm such a fillial daughter. Oh, by the way, the smallest bet you can put on is RM10. "Cheap", huh? ... and... the jackpot slots don't have slots. They're touch screens. Seems like M'sia has their very own high-tech Las Vegas. Okay, I still wanna go clubbin in Safari *pouting lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-19th April 2005-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice sleep, woke up at 9.30am, and found ourselves in Genting Outdoor Theme Park at 11.00am. Met my coursemates MeiLing, HuiSing, and SookChian on our way out to the Theme Park. Actually, we've met not only my friends, some are my friend's friend, Wincy's sis &amp; friends. Guess what? I've even bump into my future hsemate there. Such a small small world it is. Played ALL the super-freaking-cool roller coasters available in Genting, including the newest Flying Coaster. It was like, TOTALLY AWESOME~!!! I wanted to ride on the flying coaster again, but the price is killing me, RM10 per ride which only lasts lesser than 3 minutes! Now you count yourself how much Genting is earning from that ride alone.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's only a 2 day/1 night trip, we took the 3.00pm bus back to KL and a 5.00pm but back to Melaka Sentral. Goodbye Genting. *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 307px" height="384" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/11675086230665l.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wincy, SooPing, KimFei, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 360px; HEIGHT: 270px" height="384" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/11675131137816l.jpg" width="502" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us in front of Genting's tiger-lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 317px" height="384" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/11675038132539l.jpg" width="475" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, KimFei, Wincy, Eugene (the only guy in our grp. hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111565170721515125?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111565170721515125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111565170721515125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111565170721515125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111565170721515125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/genting-roller-coasters-casinos-safari.html' title='Genting = Roller Coasters + Casinos (+ Safari Club)'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111359365300493218</id><published>2005-04-16T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T03:34:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreading for My Last Paper... BIT 2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't sleep. Well, the truth is, i must not sleep. Yet. Unless i've finish reading my International Trade &amp; Policy notes. Going to my last battle exam tomorrow morning. Oppss.. i mean, today later. And then, I can shout &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;'Yabbadabba-doo~!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to my BIT 2014 notes.&lt;/span&gt; By the way, hunger strikes. Going to rummage my kitchen for food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~Signed off~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111359365300493218?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111359365300493218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111359365300493218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111359365300493218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111359365300493218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreading-for-my-last-paper-bit-2014.html' title='Dreading for My Last Paper... BIT 2014'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111334094511760577</id><published>2005-04-13T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:29:28.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4400</title><content type='html'>Finally, I FOUND IT~!!!&lt;br /&gt;After days of searching it from the internet, I've finally found those soundtracks used for short TV series &lt;a href="http://www.usanetwork.com/series/the4400/flash.htm"&gt;'The 4400' &lt;/a&gt;- season1. Those of you who had Astro might have heard about this new TV series before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="237" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/The%204400/the4400-wallpaper.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4400 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I remember seeing the 1st episode whereby all those so-called alien kidnappings occurred. Then years later, there's a huge asteroid heading straight to earth. This has caused some certain panic as the asteroid did not hit earth, but it actually slowed down, and floated itself on a lake. (This is so extraordianary.) Mysteriously, bright white lights suddenly emerged within the asteroid. It was so bright that nobody could stand it and all of them have to close their eyes. Then, a big group of 4400 humans appeared out of the blue. (Now, this is the mystery &amp; confusion.). There's another part which i love where alot of countries are firing missiles into the air, aiming at the big asteroid, because they are afraid that an asteroid this big would shatter the earth into pieces. Try to imagine a round bright moon, with fireworks below the moon as if they were heading right up. This is exactly how the whole thingy look liked. Just use a simple imagination. Nice isn't it? Except that the moon represents the asteroid while the fireworks represent the missiles fired by other countries. Obviously, it didn't work and the asteroid still came &amp;amp; floated on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the4400.free.fr/en/home.php?page=video01"&gt;Big-bird-brainers can watch the video on this link&lt;/a&gt;. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 287px" height="368" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/The%204400/the4400-wallpaper_lake_800.jpg" width="485" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is that lake i'm talking about during the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/The%204400/the4400-s1ep1part1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...when missiles are aimed at the asteroid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/The%204400/the4400-s1ep1part2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...the asteroid glowed with white light and &lt;em&gt;floated&lt;/em&gt; on the lake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/The%204400/the4400-s1ep1part2d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...4400 humans appeared out of nowhere just as the asteroid exploded/vanished...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/The%204400/the4400-overview_middle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... another pics of the 4400... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell the whole story. I don't want to be a movie-spoiler. =p&lt;br /&gt;But then again i only watched 3 out of 6 episodes, as by that time, i have to go back to campus for a new trimester. *sob sob* ...tissue please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great thing of the series is the soundtrack of this part sung by Ivy called &lt;a href="http://the4400.free.fr/en/home.php?page=musique2"&gt;'Worry About You'&lt;/a&gt;. It so beautifully fits the whole part of the 1st episode. And another song called&lt;a href="http://the4400.free.fr/en/home.php?page=musique10"&gt; 'A Place in Time' &lt;/a&gt;sung by Amanda Abizaid is also not bad. Both of the lyrics are available at this &lt;a href="http://solitaryphoenix.com/4400Music.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More pics will be added tml after editing =)  ^.^edited^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still alot more to write but at this moment, i'll juz finished off here.. i'm too blur to continue. Sleep needed. G'nitez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111334094511760577?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111334094511760577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111334094511760577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111334094511760577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111334094511760577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/4400.html' title='The 4400'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111290431977933400</id><published>2005-04-08T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T04:05:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buat Baik Dibalas Baik, Buat Jahat Ditolak Markah.</title><content type='html'>Wanted to sleep; but yet, wanted to share a short part of my conversation. So, gonna do it in point form. Simple. K.I.S.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went mamak wif my roomie (&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DF&lt;/span&gt;) &amp; KimFei (&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;KF&lt;/span&gt;). 3 ppl in RMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Limau panas too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DF&lt;/span&gt;: Limau panas too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: If order ais kosong got charge wan ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;KF&lt;/span&gt;: Got gua.. either 10c or 20c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyor.. when we pay time, dun mention ais kosong, they won't know rite... hehehe... *giggles evilly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;DF &amp;amp; KF&lt;/span&gt; starred at me. They sighed. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;KF&lt;/span&gt;: U still got exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DF&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?? *puzzled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;KF&lt;/span&gt;: Dun cheat... &lt;strong&gt;Buat baik dibalas baik; buat jahat ditolak markah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Me &amp; DF&lt;/span&gt;: ***JAW DROPPED***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P/S: If anyone of u wanna cheat any mamak stalls, better do it when u dun hv exams. Btw, 'heaven got eyes'. Sigh...) I'll list down the cheatable mamak stalls in Bkt Beruang when i hv the time. Sleepy now. G'nitezzz world....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111290431977933400?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111290431977933400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111290431977933400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111290431977933400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111290431977933400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/buat-baik-dibalas-baik-buat-jahat.html' title='Buat Baik Dibalas Baik, Buat Jahat Ditolak Markah.'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111268518016475207</id><published>2005-04-05T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:13:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concoction 2</title><content type='html'>My Law textbook on my right,&lt;br /&gt;oh, Heaven, please give me some light;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary, on my left,&lt;br /&gt;looking very daff;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee, on my top left corner,&lt;br /&gt;highlighters, on my top right corner;&lt;br /&gt;is the place they are always there,&lt;br /&gt;day by day after;&lt;br /&gt;left hand, holding a chocolate chip bread,&lt;br /&gt;directing the motion to my mouth;&lt;br /&gt;right hand, resting on the mouse,&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes on the monitor screen,&lt;br /&gt;screaming 'ouch!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in this position for like 1 hour already.&lt;br /&gt;Now, who says i'm studious??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Jut jui kong wa si tak chek kia?? Pien lang eh... Ai tiok pak arr??!!**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an urged to post something in hokkien, an inspiration from &lt;a href="http://hokkienlang.blogsome.com/"&gt;HokkienLang&lt;/a&gt;. I really salute this fella for holding up a blog posted in full hokkien dialect.&lt;br /&gt;**HokkienLang, salute salute.**&lt;br /&gt;It's something i've never thought of, maybe because of the difficulties in typing hokkien according to the &lt;em&gt;pronounciation&lt;/em&gt;. Additionally, although there alot hokkien-ers in Malaysia, all of our hokkien slangs differ. For instance, there's the Baba Hokkien/northern Hokkien (which covers Perlis, Kedah, &amp; Penang); southern hokkien (covers Malacca, Johor, &amp; Singapore), Kelantan hokkien, &amp;amp; Borneo hokkien (Sabah &amp; S'wak). And so, reading HokkienLang's blog, might need a little higher level of your hokkien efficiency =p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was and still am, reading some funny blogs fowarded by my fellow unimates.&lt;br /&gt;Shesh.. law, oh law.&lt;br /&gt;Never mind about that, I'll worry later, teeheehee~! &lt;br /&gt;(remember the dim-witted philosophy, "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/concoctioned-1.html"&gt;play first, suffer later&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my studies. Err.. blogs, first??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111268518016475207?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111268518016475207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111268518016475207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111268518016475207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111268518016475207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/concoction-2.html' title='Concoction 2'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111237754596283561</id><published>2005-04-02T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:21:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 gal, 2 guys, and 3 Greetings</title><content type='html'>Happy 21st BUR&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DAY to &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sze Chiek&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hey gal, last time u and your friends drove all the way down to Malacca just for ONE dinner (which eventually leads to supper). So how about another round on your Birthday this time? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Miss your laughs here... Teeheehee~!&lt;br /&gt;Love to hear from ya'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaPPy 23rd BUR&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DAY to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ah Kor&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Dear White Chocolate KorKor,&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I do not know what gifts are suitable. Your Bday wishlist are too costly for a mere student like me.... Have a thought of my pocket please. KiiiiddiiiiinG...... Teeheehee~!!&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple gift. Hope you like it. =)&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Icymint Mui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HaPPy 23rd BU&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;DAY to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Tian Hao&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Hei you... My coursemate, my classmate, my movie-mate, my party-mate, my siaokia-mate, my 'chi-cha'-mate, anything else to add, ehh mate?? Anyway, young man, shake ur bon bon in a footy-kicking-style. It is sooooo original move, mate. Only you can do it and nobody knows how to copy 'ya! Original Dance!&lt;br /&gt;Find one fine day, go show off your style after Finals, k? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the 3 of u... i pray... that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;may someone pushes ur face flat into your Bday cakes~!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahaha...... hahahhaha..... hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;~*~enjoy the sweetness of growing up~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111237754596283561?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111237754596283561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111237754596283561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111237754596283561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111237754596283561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-gal-2-guys-and-3-greetings.html' title='1 gal, 2 guys, and 3 Greetings'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111237514993845069</id><published>2005-04-02T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T01:05:49.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's</title><content type='html'>10 minutes before 12midnight and i still can't resist to play a joke on someone. I spent the whole day studying in the library and i nearly lost my mood to trick and to be tricked. Portionedly blamed, are myself. I'm running out of time to study my Research subject and luckily &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JeenWei&lt;/span&gt; dropped by at the library during my "night-shift" to tell me some itsy-bitsy stuff on the topic. He gave me a few so-called introductions on the chapters, like what should i know in this chapter and that. Thanx ya fren, i appreciate it!!! Honestly, he's scaring me... cuz i haven't touch on the book at all. Sigh... yes, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JeenWei&lt;/span&gt;, i agree with you, I've been wasting my time these few weeks back and I blame myself. Thanx again for the remindation just now  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          5 minutes before midnight. I went into &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;RuShan&lt;/span&gt;'s room. I was... 'bo kam guan' (that's hokkien, how to translate that phrase in english?), err.. unsatisfied?? Let's say 'unsatisfied'. (People, please correct me, ok?) I was "unsatisfied" with myself for not completing a simple task of D-day, which is FooLinG someone on April Fool's Day. So, i look around in her room, scurring my brain, trying to find something to scare her while having a nice little chat with her and &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;. Additionally, hehehe... she's already in a blur-mode which will in time, turn into sleep-mode. She chased us out of her room, and i took the chance. Told her before she sleeps, she better wipe off that lizard's shit on her bed, yucks~!  She looked around every inches and corner of her bed, then asked me where... ?&lt;br /&gt;"AprrrrrriiL FooooL larr, daaaarrLiing. Good Nitezzz..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Yeah, it was lame. A lame april fool's joke. But what do i care?! At least i get to play around people and still get myself on safe hands for not falling into any joker-tricks before the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;opportunity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ends.  =D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people...  HappY April FooL's Day~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111237514993845069?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111237514993845069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111237514993845069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111237514993845069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111237514993845069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111203882863220125</id><published>2005-03-29T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:28:26.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Earthquake... Another Tremour</title><content type='html'>~*~Headache, man... shesh, why everything so blur.. better sit down first~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junkies (Twisties), checked; Plain water, checked; Pillows, checked; Blanket, checked; XiaoPan, checked; Seoul Raiders in cd-rom, checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my monitor facing my bed, set myself comfortably among my pillows and blankets to reduce my headache, having my plain water bottle beside me just in case, opened my packet of Twisties, then clicked [play] then [full screen].&lt;br /&gt;After only 2 minutes of the movie, somebody sent me a message through YM. I was like, shit, i forgot to disconnect my Yahoo Messanger. Nak kacau aku tengok movie kot... Never mind, i ignored it. The 3rd minute came, and this fella keep buzzing my YM non-stop. I got irritated, paused my movie, and un-full-screenized my movie. The buzzer was my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : call back penang &lt;buzz&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : earth quake &lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;buzz&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : huh?? real anot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : when happened? teruk anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : really wan... my mom called me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : not serious la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : but u call back &amp;amp; see loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : okok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : i'm calling now&lt;br /&gt;*dial dial dial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : both my parent's phone not working!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : ur sis ler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : calling now&lt;br /&gt;*dial dial dial*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : nbd pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : not serious la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : maybe my mama chating with your mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : i saw forum said the taman u last time stay also got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : don worry la, all said just shake a while saja. those stay beside sea side only need to worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : ur family slept liao ho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : finally, i reached my dad's hp adee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : my parents are ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : yeah... they're sleeping like a log. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : how's ur parents? ok boh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : then, din felt the earth quake a?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : my house there ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;icymint_gal&lt;/span&gt; : no wor.. they slept like pig. din feel anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : aunty lay (my youngest aunt staying in the island) there scary abit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sephirothtan&lt;/span&gt; : but they ok also la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so glad to hear that they are all fine, especially my youngest aunty staying on the 13th floor in the apartment, despite my own family who's sleeping like a heavy log and doesn't know anything about the quake until i called them up to ask them whether are they ok.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, i received alot of fowarded links from YM on the earthquake and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt; YMed me to ask if i felt the tremour. Then she sent me this link on the &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200503/s1332042.htm"&gt;earthquakes deteced in the eastern Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;. Then another link came to me on '&lt;a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/recenteqsww/Quakes/usweax.htm"&gt;Magnitude 8.2 - NORTHERN SUMATRA, INDONESIA&lt;/a&gt;'. I surfed on &lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/news/latest/"&gt;The Star/latest&lt;/a&gt; and found alot of news on the tremour too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After afew minutes later, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yuki&lt;/span&gt; YMed me again asking me what do i think on this earthquake? &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/asiapcf/03/28/indonesia.quake/index.html"&gt;Could there be another tsunami&lt;/a&gt;? I do not know what to think. No comment, i told her. There might be, there might not. I don't dare to think too much. It's sad to imagine those people to lose their home once more after the Dec. 26th Tsunami. But there is a possibility. We'll see about that again roughly after 5 hours subsequent to the quake. In the meantime, I am going to bed, keeping my fingers crossed and pray that everything will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111203882863220125?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111203882863220125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111203882863220125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111203882863220125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111203882863220125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-earthquake-another-tremour.html' title='Another Earthquake... Another Tremour'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111202532664624913</id><published>2005-03-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T01:09:03.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bug's Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, look at that girl... sitting alone on the chair. Let's give her a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Where? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Stop spinning your filthy wings and look in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: I can't stop. I can't stop. &lt;em&gt;*spinning*spinning*spinning*&lt;/em&gt; Do i have a tail on my back? Hey, help me have a look! Do i have a tail on my back? &lt;em&gt;*spinning*spinning*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Stop it! You're not a stupid dog. For goodness sake, you're a bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: C'mon, let's give that girl a scare. Hehehehe... &lt;em&gt;*smugs to Bug 3*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeah~ Let's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Oh guys, don't. Look at that poor girl. She's studying. Look at those thick books in front of her. International Economics, Accounting, Managerial Finance, Law, Cleo(??!!). Fuiyoh~ It's going to squash her brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: It'll squash ur body flat first before she can use it on her brains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: *GULP~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Let's plan a strategy. You (Bug 2), fly from the right; you (Bug 3), fly from the left. &lt;em&gt;*whisper whisper whisper*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: How about you? From which way are going to attack???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Me? Hehehe.... You'll see. &lt;em&gt;*winking*&lt;/em&gt; Come, let's get on with our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Doooooo weeeeee have tooooooo????? &lt;em&gt;*raised eyebrows*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bug 1 &amp; 3&lt;/span&gt;: YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ready, both of you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Yeeeeeeaahh....... Wait! &lt;em&gt;*shuffle shuffle*&lt;/em&gt; Shit, i think my tail got stuck on the curtain or something. &lt;em&gt;*entangle entangle*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bug 1 &amp;amp; 3&lt;/span&gt;: YOU DON'T HAVE A TAIL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Stupid bug. He doesn't know his wings got tangled with the ends of the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah. And his wings will chip off if he shakes too hard. Dumb bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*shouts*&lt;/em&gt; Ok. I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ok. Hold up. Ready... get set... ATTAAAAACK~!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: AAAAAAaaaaAAAAAaaaaaAAAAA &lt;em&gt;*screams tarzan-like*&lt;/em&gt; HERE I COME~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*slap*slap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... you missed, girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*SLAP*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bug 2&lt;/span&gt;: Shesh, I'm squashed flat. Uh.... &lt;em&gt;*dead*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Eeeww... Gross.... Your turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?? Me?? Err... can i change my mind???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: No. You're going in, and that's final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Can i write a will first or something??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: You don't even have a wife. No more excuses. You're going in. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Sigh... (whispers) goodbye world..... tsk... tsk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: Ready? ATTACK!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?? I'm not even ready yet!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*stomp*slap*slap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, i'm not even ready!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*slap*picked up the dizzy bug* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pluck*pluck*pluck*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Bug 3&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, stop it! stop it! STOP PLUCKING MY WINGS~!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug 1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;*shakes head*&lt;/em&gt; Stupid useless comrades... I guessed i'll either have to recruit new ones or i'll do it myself. Oh well, ATTACK~!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*fly by.. buzzzz... buzzz.....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*slap*slap*stomp*stomp*stomp*slap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*buzzz... buzzz.... fly by... buzzz.....buzzz.....*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bug1&lt;/span&gt;: Muahahaha... i'm not as stupid as the other two. Try and catch me, girl. ~Ne~ne~ne~bu~bu~ Muahahaha...... Muahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;******************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (stood up&lt;em&gt;)*stomp*stomp*slap*&lt;/em&gt; (shouts)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE THE HECK IS MY SHIELDTOX~??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111202532664624913?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111202532664624913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111202532664624913' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111202532664624913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111202532664624913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-bugs-life.html' title='It&apos;s a Bug&apos;s Life'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111173032751218950</id><published>2005-03-25T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T13:58:47.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Course Registration for Sem. 1 (05/06)- CHAOTIC, FUMING WITH MADNESS~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;I DID MY COURSE REGISTRATION TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Irritated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fed up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sulk all the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Gnashing my teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speeches&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"why i still kena bar?? i paid my fees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"everytime aso the same. server so slow. can't log in!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"shit lar, this pc. can't even go into IE. stupid antique!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(next pc) "another shitto pc. got mouse, no ball!" (korek korek the wheels inside the mouse lubang, guide the pointer. bang bang on the table.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"i give up! i'm going back to EP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;**tuut***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;***tut***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;**tuuuut**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most used phrase&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;damnit MMU!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*curse curse curse**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking pace&lt;/em&gt;: Very fast. Very, very fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eye Contacts&lt;/em&gt;: None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Places in campus I've been&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Finance Department&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Block B, halfway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CLC concourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CITS lab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ITC lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faces in campus I've seen&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yi Fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Neoh (TzeMing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Soo Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Kim Fei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Min Siang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wincy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pei Loo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my friends who's &lt;em&gt;going to do&lt;/em&gt; their course registration tomorrow / the day after tomorrow / which ever days it is, MAY YOU ARE BLESSED WITH LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111173032751218950?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111173032751218950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111173032751218950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111173032751218950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111173032751218950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/course-registration-for-sem-1-0506.html' title='Course Registration for Sem. 1 (05/06)- CHAOTIC, FUMING WITH MADNESS~!!!'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111161095623137869</id><published>2005-03-24T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T15:21:52.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concoction 1</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a week since I've post something here. And I'm not going to use the same lame excuses for this post.&lt;br /&gt;1) Assignments/Discussions/etc.;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nothing exciting happened;&lt;br /&gt;3) Midterm exams;&lt;br /&gt;4) Quizzes;&lt;br /&gt;5) and finally, TAT DAMN SNAIL-LIKED CONNECTION!!!.&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be one of those awful days when the 4mbps line was crammed into 2mbps divided into 3 big blocks of buildings and the Emerald Park management claimed that it was the TMnet's fault and they have nothing to do with it. Heck as if we, the residents, believed them~ Must I stress on more? Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;At times the line is so slow as if it is not moving at all. I referred to my Local Area Connection Status and those packet received &amp; sent was like.. 99 &amp;amp; 105, after "connected" for like 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;I can't have any of my Instant Messangers on (cuz MSN kept disconnecting, YM &amp; ICQ totally can't connect), can't surf to any URLs, I can't get into MMU buletin board, I can't get into MMLS to download my notes, I can't post anything on my blog, and most importanly, I CAN'T EVEN SEND MY ASSIGNMENT TO MY FRENS! And one more thing, IT IS A&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;BORE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, textbooks are piling up on my table. Files, notes, memos, and draft papers covered every inch of my table. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And so are the dust!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of weeks time, I'm going to face a war. War of Examination, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Have i started studying? What do u think? I'm all blank inside my head. I admit i have a numb skull. I'm stubborn, I'm lazy, and I'm stupid. WHy? Cuz my numb skull are too dumb to let all moralized advice and trained ethics to go into my brain. *fling out one of the draft papers*&lt;br /&gt;I've told myself to change too many times but I still hold on to one same dim-witted philosophy, '&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;play first, suffer later&lt;/span&gt;'. This is not good. This is totally not good. Like yesterday night, I went bowling after my BFN quiz, came back, continue studying my BEI subject. The result:- I panda-eyed all the way to the exam room. Luckily, i can do more than half of the questions; and the rest... try to copy lor...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that all the questions that i've attempted will be correct.&lt;br /&gt;*ah-hem, i'm just being optimistic ;-) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111161095623137869?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111161095623137869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111161095623137869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111161095623137869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111161095623137869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/concoction-1.html' title='Concoction 1'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111057293906785236</id><published>2005-03-12T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T14:58:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Botak Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt; went to accompany one friend of ours for supper. He has another friend waiting together with him. Meaning there's the 4 of us in a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: *staring hard at &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fren 2&lt;/span&gt;* I think i know you... *stare again* Wat the heck happened to your hair??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... Don't worry. He's still a nice guy. (hand hitting on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren2&lt;/span&gt;'s chest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Hehehe... nothing. Panas mah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;: *reading sms, looks up at fren2* What happened to you??!! "Sat luin" arr?? *looks back at h/p again, type type type*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Since when u go and cut botak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: This morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha.... Should have look at both of your face!! Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;: *stared hard at &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;fren 1&lt;/span&gt;* Shut UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kim Fei&lt;/span&gt;: Why lar u want to go botak? Got hair nice wat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Panas ma.. Really wan lar... Nowadays the weather is so hot. Kenot tahan lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: So, how's the feeling of being botak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Still getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: For how long have u been botak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Since this morning. Went to cut it at 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Wah... botak head aso got people wanna interview wan ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh, u shaddup lar.. u jealous u din have our attention izzit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;: Yalar, u jealous izzit? *type type type sms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: So, how do u plan to face your frens in campus on Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Erm... dunno. Wear a cap maybe... Must wear something lar... Just now har.. tat sun shine on my head, damn hot man.... stinging. See got sunburn on my head or not... see see see *turns his head around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;: Duh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Now cooler leh... compare to got hair tat time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Juz now mandi how? Sure very fast wan.. don't need to wash hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Not used to it. Usually use the towel to dry hair, now no hair to dry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Your towel got stick to your head or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;: Huh? Howcome can still stick? Botak adee wor... suppose to be smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: See lah.. u girls... dunno anything about botak head. The towel will stick to the hair bcuz of the small little new-grown bristle hair will "hook" the towel. Thus, the towel will stick, not slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyor... How we know wor... We never cut botak before aso... u guys did ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren2&lt;/span&gt;'s one is better than mine last time. I lagi teruk. *turn to me* Last time u still remember me being botak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: How to forget?? The most 'chi cha' botak guy in class with superb malay conversation with additional of the Kelantanese' slang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... yalor. That time, i lagi teruk. Botak &amp; no eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3 of us&lt;/span&gt;: Huh?? No eyebrows??!!! Weird. Look like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fren 1&lt;/span&gt;: Aiyor... last time i have to wan lar... i went to become a monk for a while leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Become a monk must have no eyebrows wan ar?? Weird leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt;: Yalah... so weird. See adee sure lari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fren 2&lt;/span&gt;: Gerli~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111057293906785236?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111057293906785236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111057293906785236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111057293906785236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111057293906785236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/confessions-of-botak-head.html' title='Confessions of a Botak Head'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111057211644251995</id><published>2005-03-11T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T04:50:30.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations for War of Examinations</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i've post anything here. Reasons are:-&lt;br /&gt;1) Assignments/Discussions/etc.;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nothing exciting happened;&lt;br /&gt;3) Boring but stressful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jaya Jusco with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;KimFei&lt;/span&gt; today for some grocery shopping. (*Ah-hem, ALOT of grocery shoppings to do), and came back with 3 big plastic bags full. The amount of my grocery seems to reflect war. Yea, rite.. *eyes rolling*... War with exams - though it's still a couple of weeks away. 3 packs of Maggi, 1 Jacob's biscuit tin, 2 instant porridge, 2 types of buscuits, 1 big box of KoKoKrunch, 10 small packs of Double Decker junkies. 1 tin of junkie with sotong flavour, 1 shampoo, 1 conditioner, 1 hair mask, etc. etc.~"saving for the rainy days " lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy some books to read, as u guys know, PTPTN had already disburse our loan. So up to Popular i went. There's nothing interesting there, maybe those books on sale are not my type. But there's a particular book which caught my attention. It's about Face Readings by Peter So, a famous palmister. The book is to teach normal people like us how to read people's troubles just by looking at the features of their face. I flip over the book to see whether is the book tempting enough for me to purchase it. Though the author did illustrate the facial features by drawn pictures, but i still don't understand it. The features are drawn clearly in the book to illustrate the differences, but when u look at the actual face, you wouldn't know which is which unless the person has a strong figure. Trust me, i tried to read KimFei's face according to the book but failed. To the left, i saw another expensive but attractive book, 'Empress Wu' by Lillian Too, a famous local feng shui artist, picked up the book, look at the price, and put it back. On the shelves, I saw a series of 'Shopaholic' books, enough to get me tempted, but my budget kept me at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a pair of Vinci high heels which i've been aiming for like half a year on the sales rack. This time, this shoe is on offer, 50% off~!!!! The nett price is RM 25.94. Damn cheap man!!&lt;br /&gt;Picked the pink pair off the rack to try. Though it's nice... but.. still not as nice as i imagined it would be after putting it on. It only compliment the toe and the heel part but not the middle. The middle part of my feet is too bare, looks very empty.. So, back to the offering rack it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111057211644251995?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111057211644251995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111057211644251995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111057211644251995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111057211644251995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/preparations-for-war-of-examinations.html' title='Preparations for War of Examinations'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-111006166767797679</id><published>2005-03-06T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T04:30:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRiNiTE vs. IMPRESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last week's Prom&lt;/strong&gt; : TRiNiTE. (25/02/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week's Prom&lt;/strong&gt; : Impression. (5/03/2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Similarities&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Venue - Equatorial Hotel, Malacca. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best Dress (Female) - Same dress. (Don't they give other designers a chance??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Difference&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;em&gt;TRiNiTE&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buffet style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DJ Kiesh, Project 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organized by ENGSOC, ITS, BnLS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;em&gt;IMPRESSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serving style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reshmonu, Disagree, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oganized by SPARC club, Tourism Club, Basketball Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a look at my hair. I just love the blue streak. Lovely, lovely, lovely!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 393px" height="515" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/Meyunpin.jpg" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This picture is taken with YunPin, my coursemate. Anyway, the MAJOR POINT here is MY HAIR. Here's another one taken at the side/back view.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 364px" height="493" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/Picture051.jpg" width="580" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ask me which nite is the best. I don't give a damn. By the way, i only went to TRiNiTE. One prom is enough to blow a BIG hole in my pocket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-111006166767797679?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/111006166767797679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=111006166767797679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111006166767797679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/111006166767797679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/trinite-vs-impression.html' title='TRiNiTE vs. IMPRESSION'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-110992470822665796</id><published>2005-03-04T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:25:08.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Smart People Stays Single?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reasons why smart people stays single:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1. Single means you have the time togrow and bethe person you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2. Single gives you space to grow. It is harder to grow when you are too close to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3. Single means learning to live by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;4. Single means freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5. Single means learning not to need a man/woman to make your life meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;6. Single is realizing that being marriedis not necessarily better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;7. Single means that there could be something wonderful around the corner and you can take  advantage of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;8. Single means you are free to love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;9. Single means you have more time to care for other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;10. So if ur are single u can consider to stay single and treasure it. :P haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shave your head and become a monk/nun instead. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-110992470822665796?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/110992470822665796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=110992470822665796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/110992470822665796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/110992470822665796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-smart-people-stays-single.html' title='Why Smart People Stays Single?'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123426.post-110957788285546562</id><published>2005-02-28T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T19:45:56.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harajuku Girls</title><content type='html'>Have you guys listened to Gwen Stefani's latest single yet? It's called 'Rich Girl'. The tempo is quite nice, a little mixed style. Anyway, since the beat is very catchy, i went to search for the lyrics from &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/gwenstefani/richgirl.html"&gt;azlyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;. There's a part where they mentioned about Harajuku girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I was rich girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd get me four &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Harajuku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; girls to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inspire me and they'd come to my rescue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love, Angel, Music, Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurry up and come and save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wondered what does Gwen meant by Harajuku girls? What's so special about Harajuku? What is Harajuku? Well, making it simple and understandable, Harajuku is a popular shopping place in Japan to get the most fashionable &amp; unique styles, and not surprisingly, most of the fashionable Japanese kids' favourite hang out. These kids are dressed in a very creative &amp;amp; stunning ways where most girls here would exclaimed 'oh-i-would-rather-kill-myself-if-i-were-to-wear-that' kind of fashion. There's alot of tourist snap shotting pictures of those Harajuku girls. Here's some pics that i've done my "research" on:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 173px" height="450" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/harajukugirls3.jpg" width="430" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="247" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/harajukugirls2.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="255" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/harajukugirls5.jpg" width="247" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="282" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/harajukugirls4.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/HarajukuGirls7.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Misc%20Pics/Harajukugirls8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some are pretty, some are not. Some are outrageous, some are daring. Some are hmm... is there any other word to describe these Harajuku girls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8123426-110957788285546562?l=mizz-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/feeds/110957788285546562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8123426&amp;postID=110957788285546562' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/110957788285546562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8123426/posts/default/110957788285546562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizz-z.blogspot.com/2005/02/harajuku-girls.html' title='Harajuku Girls'/><author><name>icymint</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10819140214438670944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v516/icymint_gal/Miscellanous%20Me/i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
