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take both of us to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkaye carried the smallest and lightest amount of bags among all of us!!&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, according to her, I said I was going to bring a small bag. And small bags she brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was her schoolbag, the other was one of her shopping bags.&lt;br /&gt;AND it's amazing she could fit everything inside!!&lt;br /&gt;I HAD to bring 2 bags!!! (and another plastic bag for my bottles of water)&lt;br /&gt;Siao giler -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, saw &lt;strike&gt;a cow and a pig&lt;/strike&gt; MsMooMoo and MrPig coming out of Kopitiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumped our darn-heavy bags at the TBS building. Big big heap =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went food shopping with Monkaye.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a packet of buns, Chipsmore cookies, sweets(just in case I suffer from carsick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm such an eater :/&lt;br /&gt;(summore with my dormant life, next time sure become fatty bum bum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited at TBS while the others arrive. Sunny sunny day =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough sleep the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Eh correction, more like, I slept just a few hours earlier :/&lt;br /&gt;Prolly about 2am&lt;br /&gt;Coz of my last-minute habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck,&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; THERE ARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; some people who calls me last-minute girl, when &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEY THEMSELVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are last-minuters also. Dumbasses :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we were placed in the last bus heading to Genting. And it was then I learnt that it was going &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL THE FREAKIN' WAY UP TO GENTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O_O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ceh i thought we taking cable car)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lo. I thought I won't make it coz so far, I never take car/bus all the way up before. Until cable-car place only lor. Luckily I brought sweets =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0001edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0001edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cradle Rock, seen and captured in the bus on the way to Genting...hay, I was bored and I couldn't sleep okay!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0002edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0002edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The effects of food-shopping. Yes, this is my breakfast for today and the day after)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't even have a wink of sleep on the bus. Some &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people were playing music right behind where I sat and it was &lt;strike&gt;damn blardy&lt;/strike&gt; annoying!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, MsTortoise and MsPanda were already in dreamland long before the people even started playing the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O_o damn geng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bus reached our destination, First World Hotel, we disembark and sat at the reception area to wait for our room to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 6 people trying to fit into a room supposedly fit for 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Damn sad hor =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who called me waaaayy earlier told me they can't have a bigger room because the rooms are complimentary.&lt;br /&gt;And the room she told me has a queen size bed, and two single beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we entered the room, we saw a queen size bed, and A single bed.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi not enough space -_-"""&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then my friends decided to "split" the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know them hotel beds have the top part(which is the mattress) and the bottom part(which is really hard)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just dragged the top part off and voila! we have now more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Though the person that would be sleeping on the freakin' hard past of the bed is gonna suffer severe backpain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling the space problem, lunch is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had McDonald's (very much thanks to MsMooMoo and MrPig)&lt;br /&gt;My favorite : &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fillet-O-Fish burger!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why, I seem to be more skewed to fish than chicken.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really take chicken. After a few bites sure few like puking, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ain't bulimic though. No this ain't a denial :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lunch, jalan2ed around near the reception area.&lt;br /&gt;Monkaye was looking for a pharmacy. She of course has reasons I won't say here. No it's not illegal reasons mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for the set brushes available at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watson's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watson's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Genting had only limited stuff and there were no more set brushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panadol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pun tak ada.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emergency then how???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkaye concluded that perhaps people here often get sick. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panadol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; damn laku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this map of the hotel. Apparently there's a MyNews Cafe here as well O_o&lt;br /&gt;Monkaye got the thing she wanted from there. I was looking into this particular which title I forgotten. The synopsis was rather interesting. I hope I won't see it anymore -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to our room and started unpacking most of the things we were going to use later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can imagine the dressing table was as if a storm hit it but with makeup items instead. Oh, there were food too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses and coat hanged nicely in the cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;My bottles of water chilling in the mini fridge.&lt;br /&gt;Yakked and yakked while unpacking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, it was already 4pm! O_o&lt;br /&gt;We got into the room at about 1pm if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how long we yakked o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everyone rushed to bath &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, to change &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, to put makeup &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, to do their hair &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, adjust dress &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, fix makeup &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, find stuff &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, find prom ticket &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;this lar&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;that lar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn headache &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unconciously promised Monkaye to help her with her dress.&lt;br /&gt;My efforts obviously didn't work. Sorry Monkaye :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed and put my makeup on last minute. My nailpolish wasn't dried completely and I screwed up one nail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the polish off, then continued to put on makeup, have my hair straightened(OUCH!) by MsPanda (thank you so much XD).&lt;br /&gt;Later I help MsTortoise straighten her hair.&lt;br /&gt;My masterpiece sucked so much, I think I burned her hair instead of making it better O_O&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, Monkaye took over my place -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, of all the parts, my hair would be rated the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Not like it wasn't horrible enough already...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the room late.&lt;br /&gt;The event starts at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;We left the room at 7.05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the reception area, we realised we didn't know the way.&lt;br /&gt;Followed some people who we hoped were those going for the prom as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Was freakin' cold on the way there can die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we followed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And right we were!! XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At the Grand Ballroom, First World Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The shadow is of the podium's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/DSCN2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/DSCN2156edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/DSCN2156edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/DSCN2181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/DSCN2181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caught in action! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The previous pic and this one is taken at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/DSCN2191.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/DSCN2191edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/DSCN2191edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had buffet dinner XD&lt;br /&gt;Eat all yer want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Damn greedy me took alot of food!&lt;/span&gt; =P =P =P&lt;br /&gt;But I finished them lar of course.&lt;br /&gt;Not good to waste food y'know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were performances and lucky draws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, we thought since we were situated near the stage, we get to see the performances without much obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana tau, the "stage" was actually the centre of the room itself -_-"""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn lar then have the stage for what?? Huh?? -_-"""&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the lucky draw ARE conducted on the real stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihz in the end couldn't really see the performances.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno go for what...-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food...was overall okay.&lt;br /&gt;Though as I chewed on, there were some which are not fresh anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But I still ate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once I'm hungry fresh not fresh also I eat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prom king and prom queen were elected during the prom too.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't bothered, considering I couldn't see who or what the heck they looked like.&lt;br /&gt;I eventually gave up listening all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, MsPanda won a prize during one of the lucky draw sessions =D&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a blender -_-&lt;br /&gt;Weird for prizes like that to be handed out to the winners IMO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the performances and lucky draws, the last event starts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when Louis' voice could be heard saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"And now...the dance floor is now open!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everybody got up and started shakin' their booty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just continue sitting at my chair.&lt;br /&gt;Damn lazy so late those people still can dance.&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl who came over to our table just to give sentences of encouragement for us to go and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Be sporting"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could've told her I'd prefer spending my time at the arcade playing Daytona than dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did dance abit...felt uncomfortable larh *groan*&lt;br /&gt;Dah lah tired no mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think people would called me a b*tch who's really self-centered haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later hit the arcade with Monkaye and MsPanda.&lt;br /&gt;Tried Daytona 2 but the heels I was wearing didn't help much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Time Crisis but had to go to the loo and I passed Monkaye the gun instead.&lt;br /&gt;Kesian her have to main pulak. Thanks ya =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played the other gun game, forgot the name already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a considerable amount of money(shall not be disclosed here), we walked to our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the naughty bunch of animals in there refused to let us in&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And we did the Irritable-Doorbell move! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until they let us in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*mwahahahahhaah*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took turns to shower, then played a short game of chor tai di :/ Before going off to hit the sack at 3 or 4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116202054137161034?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116202054137161034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116202054137161034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116202054137161034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116202054137161034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/late-prom-post.html' title='Late prom post'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116151444536002963</id><published>2006-10-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:46:18.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late pre-prom post</title><content type='html'>To confirm one thing:&lt;br /&gt;I'll never, ever get my current nor future prom dresses from 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cut throat price place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head off to &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;D'sara Uptown&lt;/span&gt; on the 7th of October with my two *cough*darling*cough* sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;*well, they SAID they WERE willing to walk with me =D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we go, in a taxi. First time my sisters are taking taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it wasn't a very pleasant experience &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hailing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a cab. I didn't call one y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier my Dad suggested me to go 1 Utama to look for one.&lt;br /&gt;I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"What's there so see at Uptown?? All offices only"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"I still wanna go..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Okay la, up to you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching there, we walk in the square-ish place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First block got absolutely nothing =( sadness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second block got hope abit, but the dresses are made for people of 5-foot-2-inches.&lt;br /&gt;I took a white knee-length dress to try on, but it made me 5-months pregnant-looking o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third block got a couple of shops. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope level rises a little bit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the dresses made me really fat/pregnant =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn they were nice okay!!! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw...a pair of&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; denim blue knee-length boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;Oomgomgomgomgomgomgomg I *heart* boots!!!&lt;br /&gt;Soft material somemore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! Must. Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the short break, walked on and saw a shop selling some clothes. My first impression of it was that it wouldn't have the type of dresses I wanted. But luckily I did not make the mistake of NOT going in. It was like a treasure trove!! =D And I picked out two dresses from their selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I planned to put the pics here but I changed my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preferred the latter.&lt;br /&gt;It looks big in the picture, it's because I didn't adjust it properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After deciding which one I wanted to get, I told the sales girl that I'll come by the next day to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 8th of October, I dragged Monkaye to Damansara Uptown to get her uber-honest opinion of my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the green one, indefinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed of to 1 Utama to look for our accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...wasn't a very fruitful effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lunch comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*They have this sign at Long John Silver's.....nags head -_-*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Where's my food?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch then we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkaye did get a brooch for her dress, from Bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Really really nice shiny brooches they have XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our priority was to look for a pair of nice heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every heel she picked, I'd say that it's casual.&lt;br /&gt;And every heel I picked, she'd say it's casual.&lt;br /&gt;And it goes on, and on, and on and on, until we didn't find the heels that would fit us O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did saw one in MCM, but they didn't have my size =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So much for shopping -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though I did spot a necklace fit for my dress at &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Axxezz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was not that bad as I got these things from Watson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*A bottle of nail polish and mascara...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th of October, MsMooMoo took Monkaye and I to 1 Utama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I was supposed to attend class somemore...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, got some makeup stuff, the necklace that I wanted from &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Axxezz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then luck hit me as I found the perfect earrings in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momoe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to match my outfit!! :O&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought Momoe only had lala stuff =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I also decided to not get any new heels for my dress.&lt;br /&gt;Shall use one of my uber-painful white heels la&lt;br /&gt;Four hours...can tahan &lt;em&gt;gua &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...I remember on the day I went out with Monkaye I wanted to get the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green Vincci clutch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that was priced almost as expensive as my dress.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this day, there's a sale at Vincci and it's half the original price!! RM29.90 for a clutch man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yahoo~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything settled except my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to put on it.&lt;br /&gt;=(((&lt;br /&gt;Whatsmore short hair cannot curl/straighten/do anything wan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my long hair... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, MsPanda, Monkaye and I went to USJ Summit in search for accessories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got some makeup stuff from the Watson there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, just jalan-jalan for abit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know? MsPanda and Monkaye had their nails done at a nail parlour(House of Nails) there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty atmosphere, makes you wanna shake legs there for as long as you feel like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They even have waxing services o_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;French mani only takes 15 minutes O_o And the shopowner was true to her words. The french manis DID take 15 minutes only. And the way she did it was like, she damn expert at doing it lor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prolly did it to customers like million of times adi that's why =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the two went to get their brow-plucked at another nearby parlour. While I slept on a little bench in the premise :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And later walked around, this time we shop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ms Panda got herself an arm clasp-something. Gosh I don't even know what its called O_o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I have to say, it's shiny alright. Damn. Shiny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MsPanda left us awhile after coz she had to go off and pick her mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked in search for food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KyrosKebab is out of the picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monkaye mentioned about a cafe we walked past earlier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garden Cafe. USJ Summit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fried Mee Hoon. Mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chicken Chop. Monkaye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teh Ais. Mine. Bottle of water. Monkaye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the delicious and filling lunch, walked about somemore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then took a cab back to college and there were still some spare time for us to chill at TBS Ground floor before taking the 4pm bus home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Later that night, I persuaded my parents to go have dinner at McDonald's at One Utama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course I have a reason for that. I NEVER go 1 Utama just for walks. Except during foundation year since Atria is a mundane place :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanted to get the pearly hairband from Sinma, since that was the only thing that I could put on my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At the same time, some &lt;strike&gt;animals&lt;/strike&gt; people wanted me to get some stuffs for them as well while I'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coming home, I deli-daly-ed getting my things packed for the next day. Y'know when I started a-packin' my stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11-freakin-pm!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Typical of me la actually =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then only I realised...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My uber-painful white heels turned &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Minimised the damage by scrubbing the yellow parts with a toothbrush -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Luckily managed to get off most of the yellow stain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh well, it'll only be at my feet, nobody would look that close at the heels I'm wearing, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nah...=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116151444536002963?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116151444536002963/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116187433651897222</id><published>2006-10-26T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:52:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-so-great holiday</title><content type='html'>I have a couple of posts in &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;draft&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha too lazy to update them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying my killer subject, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Marketing Foundations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih can't concentrate =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I NEED a study-condusive place!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where?&lt;br /&gt;Library is getting noisier and noisier.&lt;br /&gt;Eih I thought people go on holiday shouldn't be at the library right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devil Wears Prada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but not showing in cinemas anymore &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that I can take the private bus till next Tuesday only =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow will be the last day I'll be seeing that person =(( so sad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116187433651897222?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116187433651897222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116187433651897222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116187433651897222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116187433651897222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-so-great-holiday.html' title='Not-so-great holiday'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116150911198827587</id><published>2006-10-22T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:25:15.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New desktop</title><content type='html'>After agonising months of using my Dad's laptop, finally he allowed me to get a desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: this happened after the incident where I got a CD stuck in his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darling new desktop arrived at my doorstep on the 6th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To minimise jealousy, I shall not post a pic of it here =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the remains of my previous desktop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Goodbye, you darn heavy monitor!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My new comp still in the box XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy joy joy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can do my assignments without worrying whether or not the laptop is gonna blow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116150911198827587?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116150911198827587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116150911198827587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116150911198827587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116150911198827587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-desktop.html' title='New desktop'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116150845245382123</id><published>2006-10-22T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:25:56.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 19th birthday...</title><content type='html'>On the 29th September 2006, I celebrated my birthday with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My cake which was bought last minute*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Box of joy* =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My cake!! Damn nice and creamy!! XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no, I'm not SM okay! Its just cream! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the 30th of September, my college friends held a party for &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ms.Citcit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I at Vivo@The Curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Our rock-hard birthday cake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I swear if someone were to throw the cake at the wall, it'll bounce off with no mess at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My dinner. Some dunno what shitake pasta chef recommended punya. Actually it would be nicer without the shitake mushrooms*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Forgotten what Karen ordered*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*The fried scallops are REALLY REALLY NICE!! It's a must-try XD*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the food I managed to take pictures of&lt;strike&gt; because everyone started to eat like pigs with the exception of yours truly&lt;/strike&gt; =P =P =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*This is the waiter who helped us put the candles into the cake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Do ignore the person in the middle =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/P9301973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/P9301973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*His arrangement of candles are rather unique*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a really nice party. Thanks alot for the party and to those who wished me! XD&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...we adjourned to...&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUNDRY@The Curve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pics here...my camera didn't wanna cooperate in the dark, as always.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tequila Sunrise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but kindly donated 3/4 of it to Monkaye, who drank ALOT&lt;br /&gt;She downed RedNoseReindeer's &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Margarita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;And vodka.&lt;br /&gt;And more shots of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Tsk Tsk*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, she wasn't even tipsy when I sent her back o_o&lt;br /&gt;And she didn't awoke with a hangover either! Geng leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*respect respect*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went out, I was reluctant to tell my parents that I was going to Laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, they WOULD want me to drive safely, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My was Dad was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why you go to a bistro for? -_-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what you drink there? Damn expensive right? Got anyone raba-raba you ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was expensive. No, no one touched me on my arse or anything (luckily or that guy would not be able to celebrate Father's Day his entire lifetime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...was a good experience, though I don't think I'll be going to any places like that for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone is willing to drive me there instead =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116150845245382123?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116150845245382123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116150845245382123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116150845245382123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116150845245382123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-19th-birthday.html' title='My 19th birthday...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116149925011801786</id><published>2006-10-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:40:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aiya</title><content type='html'>the email virus post wasn't very clear i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to change it though =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116149925011801786?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116149925011801786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116149925011801786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116149925011801786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116149925011801786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/aiya.html' title='aiya'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116145374749852212</id><published>2006-10-22T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:54:38.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet @ Legend Hotel</title><content type='html'>On the 1st of October 2006, Dad told me last minute that he has a coupon for a free buffet at a place called Legend Hotel. And that day happened to be the last day for the buka puasa buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao! Buffet start at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he told me about it only at &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! And the coupon is for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I had to look for a friend fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &lt;strike&gt;victim&lt;/strike&gt; friend was...&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Function&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he had to do some obligations as a filial son of his family :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next fortunate &lt;strike&gt;victim&lt;/strike&gt; person was...&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monkaye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, there were more than one occasion where she so happened to be conviniently easy to be contacted. when I head the "&lt;em&gt;ping&lt;/em&gt;" on MSN, and her nickname was on it, I extended the invitation. And to my utter surprise, she actually said "yes" O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense...but she didn't look the type that would walk a very long distance&lt;br /&gt;(I on the other hand don't mind, got kind of used to walking alot back in primary and secondary school years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there we go, on the LRT. I had absolutely no idea how to get there, and took &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LONGEST ROUTE OF MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to get to one place which was actually pretty near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stupid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Yeap :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The route that we took?&lt;br /&gt;LRT Kelana Jaya ----&gt; LRT KL Central ----&gt; Monorail ----&gt; Star ----&gt; Legend Hotel&lt;br /&gt;During the trip, I realised there was actually a shortcut! O_O&lt;br /&gt;LRT Kelana Jaya ----&gt; Star ----&gt; Legend Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-_-"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted Monkaye's money only...Whatsmore she paid for my transport 'cos the fella at the ticket booth had insufficient change &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE Legend Hotel =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now doesn't this just reminds you of someone.... =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hotel is located above The Mall, and the entrance is on the left side of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;The lobby is located on the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th floor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*weird, no?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet is held at the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diatas Brasserie Buffet Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry no pics here, damn difficult to take with so many people around =(((*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew we were &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALLY REALLY LATE&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the peepz around had already finish Godknows how many course meals when we, who &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;puasa-ed&lt;/span&gt; through breakfast and lunch, came trotting in at 4pm. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*we din puasa on pursose summore*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor manager was pretty surprise. She did warn us that the buffet was going to end in 45 minutes time, but we told her we didn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off we gravitate toward an empty table, then to the rows and rows of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh-so-delectable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; food~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we didn't get to try every selection =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food were partition according to appetiser, main course, desert...then further partitioned into certain types of food like bah kut teh, fried mee hoon, nasi lemak, leng chee kang, pancakes, ice kacang, ice cream with toppings, salad, cakes, kuih-muih, soups and millions of other things I didn't get to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a buffet, we are allowed to take as much food as we can devour. And luckily this isn't like the promotion at Sushi King where you have to finish whats on your plate or you'll have to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pay the original price&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for what you wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of our breakfast+lunch+tea time: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Note: you WOULD NOT wanna know what was really on our plate*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0110.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0110.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My first plate of food.Monkaye's first plate has been blocked lol. Let's buka puasa mwahahahhahaahha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0112.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0112.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Still my first plate*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0113.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0113.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My kuih-muih plate*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0115.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0115.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Mmm...i see ham, salad, mayonaise, crab sticks, and...dunno whats that thing the ham is on =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0117.jpg" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Monkaye's masterpiece...ice cream with 2 out of the 3 toppings available!! XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Btw I forgot what the last topping was*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Supposed to be my masterpiece, but due to lack of height and common sense, Monkaye did most of the stuff, so it became her masterpiece as well*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were other dishes we tried during the last few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to try the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; leng chee kang&lt;/span&gt; so badly though =(((&lt;br /&gt;Aye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the buffet, went to walk around at The Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I told Dad I've never heard of &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Legend Hotel&lt;/span&gt; nor &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Mall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"You been there before wan la. You play the games there. There's a theme park or something at the top of the Mall wan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"Ya meh? I dun remember also &gt;_&lt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"Aiyoh, got la. You play the bumper car and the rollercoaster"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;"O_O is it? I thought I was scared of rollercoasters..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;"You got been there la. Eh hurry la, you're gonna be late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up to the so-called theme&lt;strike&gt;less&lt;/strike&gt; park, we spotted a bag stall. And I bought a bag!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0133.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0133.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*My new bag! And I didn't realise there's Mickey Mouse design on it*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkaye bought one too, I liked hers, but it was kinda big for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*You people know I'm already small in size, and I tend to always find nice nice stuff that can never fit me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;=(((*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I was posing. The signboard is self-explanatory*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horror Express&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ride. Its a roller-coaster actually. For kids Monkaye presume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I sat on it before.&lt;br /&gt;The scary part isn't where the ghosts scares the bejeezus outta you, is the part where the roller coaster turns violently and knowing that you're gonna get your &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arm banged against the metal railing of the coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mine kena banged dunno how many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One was because of the violent turning &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*like duh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was because Monkaye kept swinging into me =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn pain can die! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, while we were at the themepark, we tried the palm-reading machine &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA BOCCA DELLA VERITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're full of vitality and people admire you for your love of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Serious shit?! I hope not &gt;&lt;* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are introspective by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*What does introspective mean?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sedentary habits risk ruining your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*O_o how did---?! Wait, sedentary? Me? Never!! -in denial-*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have to suffer deception and unhappiness in love several times during your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more regular life style and a little bit of exercise can save you from the health problems you are prone to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Like what?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be successful in whatever field you choose, although particularly so where the arts are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Arts? Business under arts also what, right?? Riiiggghhhhttt??? If not they won't call it Art Stream in secondary school*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wondering if the machine is just randomly spitting out results only. Though there were numerous times I've been told I should pursue something more artsy, so-called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How accurate a machine can get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116145374749852212?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116145374749852212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116145374749852212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116145374749852212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116145374749852212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/buffet-legend-hotel.html' title='Buffet @ Legend Hotel'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116149563086938018</id><published>2006-10-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:40:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING : DO NOT FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS OF THIS EMAIL</title><content type='html'>was checking my emails this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into bulk mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/evil%20email.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/evil%20email.jpg" width="644" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*walao gmail send me ID and password! So geng ah???*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I wanted any more email accounts (I already have 3) and keeping up with the &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;confusing&lt;/strike&gt; interesting names of my accounts is not my cup of orange juice :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's one part where I'm asked to read the attachment that came along with the email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I had it scanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/evil%20email%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/evil%20email%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*walao virus!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't the first time this happens, and I do know this post bores the daylights outta you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just a reminder :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116149563086938018?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116149563086938018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116149563086938018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116149563086938018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116149563086938018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/warning-do-not-follow-instructions-of.html' title='WARNING : DO NOT FOLLOW THE INSTRUCTIONS OF THIS EMAIL'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116145184479052644</id><published>2006-10-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:42:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Due to a very long recap, i shall do separate posts to prevent lengthy loading time</title><content type='html'>the title is self-explanatory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116145184479052644?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116145184479052644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116145184479052644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116145184479052644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116145184479052644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/due-to-very-long-recap-i-shall-do.html' title='Due to a very long recap, i shall do separate posts to prevent lengthy loading time'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116145415797340722</id><published>2006-10-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:09:18.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of my major assignments...</title><content type='html'>Today, is the day, I can finally cross off the last major assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1) MYOB &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2) MPO Individual essay &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3) Statistics group assignment &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4) MAR - 20th October 2006 &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5) ATBD group presentation&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amazingly there was no rush doing the last assignment. Thanks for my groupmates who kept emphasising on finishing the work early...by a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116145415797340722?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116145415797340722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116145415797340722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116145415797340722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116145415797340722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-of-my-major-assignments.html' title='The last of my major assignments...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116116541649721133</id><published>2006-10-18T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:58:44.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more to go...</title><content type='html'>Hmm...I have no idea, how...days have passed so fast, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1) MYOB&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2) MPO Individual essay&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3) Statistics group assignment&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MAR - 20th October 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5) ATBD group presentation&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116116541649721133?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116116541649721133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116116541649721133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116116541649721133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116116541649721133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more-to-go.html' title='One more to go...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116073823869948673</id><published>2006-10-13T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:03:08.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An uberlong recap</title><content type='html'>Well, I can't really remember what has happened in my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that pictures actually helped jog my memory of certain day/events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the more reasons to be in the pics that I take, right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~ eh, weird la this song I just downloaded O_o&lt;br /&gt;Wanna get the song Stickwitu by Pussycat Dolls but there's someone else's voice inside O_O&lt;br /&gt;All the weirdo songs from iMesh -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll leave this post for some other day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116073823869948673?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116073823869948673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116073823869948673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116073823869948673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116073823869948673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/uberlong-recap_13.html' title='An uberlong recap'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116059973231772429</id><published>2006-10-12T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T13:48:53.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it comes to Statistics assignments...</title><content type='html'>I overslept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Statistics assignment groupmates would NOT be happy to hear this, but I'm only starting to do my part now, which is 4.30am on this miserable Thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier I carelessly left my thumbdrive in college and a friend of mine took it home for me.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm getting more careless as this is the second time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the emo-ing side of me:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt as if some of your friends are actually frienemies?&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, friend and at the same time, your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I have some who are like that.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to say la, it takes time for people to show their true colours I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And I still do keep in touch with some of them, the others I just let the friendship drift&lt;br /&gt;(It's not like I want to maintain it -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better off that we didn't met in the firstplace. Those fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh damn emo &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116059973231772429?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116059973231772429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116059973231772429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116059973231772429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116059973231772429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-it-comes-to-statistics.html' title='When it comes to Statistics assignments...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-116045032393160402</id><published>2006-10-10T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:18:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tackling one things at a time</title><content type='html'>I've finished my MPO Individual assignment, as usual, last minute on the 2nd of october. Typical me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1) MYOB&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2) MPO Individual essay&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Statistics group assignment&lt;br /&gt;4) MAR&lt;br /&gt;5) ATBD group presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-116045032393160402?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/116045032393160402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=116045032393160402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116045032393160402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/116045032393160402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/10/tackling-one-things-at-time.html' title='Tackling one things at a time'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115928184146677083</id><published>2006-09-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T07:44:02.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like a Toyota Yaris XD</title><content type='html'>Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yaris&lt;/span&gt; look nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*though I can never get what the advertisement "do you Yaris?" is trying to tell me :/*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to the pressie Jaycee gave to me two days ago(Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could complete my happiness is a car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I don't have one of my own :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get one, no one's gonna take my parking space but me!!!! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;*mwahahahahhahahahaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today wasn't such a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing myself to be a really last-minute person, I decided to burn my MYOB assignment into the CD this morning right before I was supposed to leave for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aaaaannnnnnnndddddddddd.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CD got stuck -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the laptop! And refused to come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the CD compartment didn't want to eject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously it means &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore I have to get my assignment passed up by 12pm (because that's when my Accounting Transactions and Business Decisions tutorial ends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, I managed to get the CD out of the laptop(by pushing the emergency eject pin-size buttonhole), and the CD is now corrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a new CD and at the same time got my file burned into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM5 for both :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, but it would have been free &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; my Dad's laptop didn't decide to go haywire on me -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had to drag the laptop all over college.&lt;br /&gt;Summore you know la, the laptop damn heavy already, and I walked dunno how many &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freakin'&lt;/span&gt; flights of stairs because the ground area of the business school was really packed and with the laptop, I can't squeeze between people to get into the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy because I completed and handed a major assignment today&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1) MYOB&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MPO Individual essay&lt;br /&gt;3) Statistics group assignment&lt;br /&gt;4) ATBD class presentation&lt;br /&gt;5) MAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more to go *crosses fingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115928184146677083?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115928184146677083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115928184146677083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115928184146677083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115928184146677083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-would-like-toyota-yaris-xd.html' title='I would like a Toyota Yaris XD'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115900518747473861</id><published>2006-09-23T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T02:53:18.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small-ness</title><content type='html'>Wah the cupboard from the previous entry is damn small weih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0051_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0051_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My textbooks fit nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0052_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0052_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my lecture notes, which papers are of A4 size, can fit only &lt;em&gt;ngam ngam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the lecture notes are of A4 size. The purple POPULAR file is too, but i'm lazy to make it in a lie-down position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then my room's looking spacious-er, with all the books being &lt;strike&gt;dumped&lt;/strike&gt; arranged in the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I to complain about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115900518747473861?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115900518747473861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115900518747473861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115900518747473861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115900518747473861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/small-ness.html' title='Small-ness'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115893417374469156</id><published>2006-09-22T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:09:34.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a very hands-on person</title><content type='html'>Mom got me a mini shelf yesterday from &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM9.90, and by the looks of it, it seems big enough to handle the mess in my room :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*me shelf, me small*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I spent a part of this morning fixing it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for me! I actually did this myself &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then continued to complete my long-neglected assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore it's that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;time of the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time where Id be &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;bogged down with more assignments I can devour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Damn sad can? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115893417374469156?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115893417374469156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115893417374469156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115893417374469156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115893417374469156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-very-hands-on-person.html' title='I&apos;m a very hands-on person'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115850803964129862</id><published>2006-09-17T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T08:47:20.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoyed Hot Chocolate!! But without marshmallows :(((</title><content type='html'>Promised MMUEzzey to go out lunch with here today. 1pm, at &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superbowl Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Atria.&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Curry Laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, but tastes abit artificial o_o&lt;br /&gt;Will never wanna go back there &gt;_&lt; But I *do* wanna try their bubu chacha :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hot &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chocolat Cafe(again)&lt;/span&gt; today evening with MMUEzzey and her friend, EricTheBored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely for Hot Chocolate somemore... and hopefully with marshmallows ^_^ Unfortunately, my second wish din come true la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only had a cup of their &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ultimately Hot Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm a sizzling hot cup of Ultimately Hot Chocolate!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMUEzzey had &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chocolate Ramble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/chocolate%20ramble(chocolate%20with%20peppermint%20ice%20cream).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/chocolate%20ramble%28chocolate%20with%20peppermint%20ice%20cream%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm a cold glass of chocolate + peppermint ice cream! Delectable aren't I?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And EricTheBored ordered &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chocolate Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/chocolate%20temptation(chocolate%20with%20vanilla%20ice%20cream).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/chocolate%20temptation%28chocolate%20with%20vanilla%20ice%20cream%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I'm a cold glass of chocolate + vanilla ice cream! Come get me! :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheheheh enjoyed the drink really much, but the chocolate by itself is almost tasteless!&lt;br /&gt;An original chocolate drink IS supposed to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt;'s one......tastes like &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Might as well make my own cup of Milo at home :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around in BigBookShop in Atria (by this time EricTheBored is really very bored!) I was tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMUEzzey seem to still have alot of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ex-hockey player what you expect -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, first time I camwhore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0038.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0038.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hehe *proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went I came into my room after jalan2-ing with MMUEzzey today, I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A yellow bird! :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually saw this bird a couple of time before.&lt;br /&gt;2 of them summore :D&lt;br /&gt;Dunno where they come from, but they remind me of parrots :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115850803964129862?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115850803964129862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115850803964129862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115850803964129862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115850803964129862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-enjoyed-hot-chocolate-but-without.html' title='I enjoyed Hot Chocolate!! But without marshmallows :((('/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115841650302366537</id><published>2006-09-16T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T07:21:43.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toucy feely :S</title><content type='html'>Okay this skin ate alot of my time editing it before saving the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The links at the corner is more complicating than spaghetti :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I kinda like this skin, except that it kinda makes me as if I'm waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna change it soon, but i SO like the layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eveything in one page :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unlike the previous "Cute" skin. With the picture links that sometimes never work :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Wanted to look for nice skins but have no time to browse through the million skins available on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might make my own one after my finals are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I wrestled with the comment code, and it still doesn't work properly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laboured over the problem for over an hour, literally, AND it still doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone help me? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115841650302366537?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115841650302366537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115841650302366537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115841650302366537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115841650302366537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/toucy-feely-s.html' title='Toucy feely :S'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115837656746332247</id><published>2006-09-15T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T03:17:05.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm unhealthy :(((</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I'm typing this while waiting for stuffs to get printed, hehe...I'm getting pretty good at multitasking :P*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was reading a health magazine when I came across this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;delectable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; picture of :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*mMmmm~~ hot chocolate and loads of marshmallows~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, do ignore the "no sugar added" title down there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of this cafe that RedNoseReindeer and I went to last Tuesday after spending some time at the library &lt;strike&gt;TRYING&lt;/strike&gt; to do our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;After some writer's block, decided to have lunch, then proceeded to a kinda-dead mall to look for a retailer for our &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAR project&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 potential MAR-retailers-to-be was quite uncooperative(or maybe the way I tried talking to them turned them off? :s)&lt;br /&gt;The next one we saw was out for lunch. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then RNR wanted to go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Right4U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cafe for an ice blended-forgot-what so we headed there, only to be deviated by a new cafe called "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hot Chocolat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound glamour outside, but the inside is quite nice. The ambience is suitable for people to just sit and relax with a hot cup of coffee. Hot chocolate in my case =D&lt;br /&gt;Now wishing I had brought some marshmallows, then I could have enjoyed hot chocolates with marshmallows that time when I was there :(&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna come along? :D Pretty please? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking around the rather small shopping centre, we decided to go to to this ____ shop and ask. Considering my father had come here many times, I assured myself the woman manning the shop is quite friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...only when you come to her to buy something maybe. She's still friendly anyway, but is really busy because she's the only person in the shop,and obviously she has to do everything.&lt;br /&gt;After explaining what we were there for, she agreed, but of course forewarned us that she is rather busy and hope that this project won't take long. So our first retailer is chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walking around the second floor and remembered that the shop that had the sign "Out For Lunch" is now open.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I went to approach this one girl at the counter watching anime on YouTube.Com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(sorry ya RedNoseReindeer coz you did most of the talking in the end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether the girl actually understood what i said. I just told her that RedNoseReindeer and I are from Taylor's College, and we are doing research project. I stopped there, because the girl looked kinda blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE! Like, that was the slowest I could speak, and I swore I was already spitting saliva *eww* on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Okay...too much info here &gt;_&lt;&gt;four hoofs&lt;/strike&gt; two legs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was already late so she sent me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a productive day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here are some random photos I found left in my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I *heart* strawberries XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another random pic :D Strawberry of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strawberry kiss! Haha~&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/8423593-115837656746332247?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115837656746332247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115837656746332247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115837656746332247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115837656746332247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-unhealthy.html' title='I&apos;m unhealthy :((('/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115824711338993677</id><published>2006-09-14T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:18:33.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I mention I never liked Statistics?</title><content type='html'>Did I mention I never liked Additional Mathematics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Statistics is about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, reliving history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my mid-term results today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna cry man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115824711338993677?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115824711338993677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115824711338993677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115824711338993677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115824711338993677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/did-i-mention-i-never-liked-statistics.html' title='Did I mention I never liked Statistics?'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115821658054998930</id><published>2006-09-14T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:15:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm siiiccckkkkk and my phonebill didn't make it better</title><content type='html'>Had gotten sick later yesterday. Somehow the flu bug got me first :( then in the middle of the night, got cough then this morning, fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid la, why must come now, when I have loads of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to enjoy my holiday summore &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...but then, even though I'm sick, I usually eat what I like during meal times (haha, I don't really care).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mi suah with curry just now. That was the highlight of my day! XD Heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My MYOB assignment is now 1/3 done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yayayayayayayayayayayayayay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just HOPE there's no mistake this time. I'm getting pretty fed up doing the procedures the second time around &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the handphone bill came, and I thought I saw :(my sister and I are registered under my father)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My father's number- rm150&lt;br /&gt;-My number- rm 57&lt;br /&gt;-My sister's number- rm 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking "Hohoho Daddy spent alot again :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I proceeded to see how many pages his calls and smses came up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 freakin' pages!!! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at mine...3 pages...I thought quite ok lo&lt;br /&gt;But when I looked at the end total for mine, was about rm99+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned the pages back to the front and found out that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My number- rm150&lt;br /&gt;-My dad's number- rm57&lt;br /&gt;-My sister's number- rm21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoooPppPppPppppsppspsssssss! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang how come I spent so blardy much on smses?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whattheheck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calls only added up to rm20+ only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's that monthly charge of rm10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are on smses :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die lo my Dad gonna kill me -_-"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have stuck onto prepaid. I can always check how much I spent a month.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can do that on postpaid. Not until the bill comes that is -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115821658054998930?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115821658054998930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115821658054998930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115821658054998930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115821658054998930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-siiiccckkkkk-and-my-phonebill-didnt.html' title='I&apos;m siiiccckkkkk and my phonebill didn&apos;t make it better'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115798414820877476</id><published>2006-09-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T07:15:48.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will never be a shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In less than a week, I went to 1 Utama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;(and obviously regretted it, because I spent nearly RM150). And it's mostly on food(meals there can burn multiple holes in your pocket) and some pricey item(like my new pair of casual heels from &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mmm...the first day, I was there with Moomoo, RedNoseReindeer, and MousE. Before I met up with them after their movie ended, I grocery-shopped with my mom. After wheeling the trolley away from my mom's car, I bid her goodbye and that I will call her when it's time for me to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then started half walking, half running around because I needed the loo...no idea why tat particular day the toilets everywhere were packed with people. And it's only a Friday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then walked to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to find that nice pair of heels that I saw in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;branch at Sunway Piramid. Unfortunately, wasn't there anymore. Dang their stocks move faster before I could even say "Aye".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Instead, I saw another pair of nice casual heels, RM49.90. But since it is nice I think it's worth the price lor. By the way, for your information, this is my first ever pair of casual heels which actually has minimal sound distractions I've ever had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Most of my previous heels often make irritating noises as I walk. Damn annoying can die &gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Was really happy with my purchase, that I changed my shoes in the mall itself *hehe* My other heels really hurts, it's really high summore, I feel like I'm tiptoe-ing about while shopping :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And to celebrate RedNoseReindeer's VERY belated birthday, I got her ice-cream from Baskin Robbins. Gold Medal Ribbon MmmmMmMmmmMmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After my friends decided to head home, I was still loitering about in the mall. Planned to find a nice hairband in Sinma, but ended up with a hair bun-maker which until now I never use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My hair damn short la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think that's about it kua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The second time, around, which was today, RedNoseReindeer drove MsMonKaYe and I to 1 Utama. Overall, her driving has improved since the last time :D yayness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And, guess what???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I finally got my left ear pierced!! XDXD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0019.jpg" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*as proof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a closer look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;The process was....err....(in order not to scare away other potential people who wants their ears pierced)...quite okay. Do expect pain abit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;In my case, ALOT &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I have VERY low tolerance to pain. Sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;MsMonKaYe has hers done before mine. And her face was like, so relax!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;And so I thought it was almost painless, until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;the girl pressed the gun and ear stud goes through ear and then the searing pain comes O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;But after a short while it becomes okay. The girl sprayed alot of that numbing cold spray thing before and after the process. Thanked her very much for that, though the pain did not go away completely :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;After that, had some hot chocolate drink at Secret Recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;By the way, earlier today, before the piercing incident, I got to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My Super Ex-Girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!! Quite funny, but overall it doesn't really have a plot, more like what you face everyday minus the superpower stuff. Rate 3.2 out of 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lunch at News Cafe. Had Thai Fried Rice(which came with a bowl of delicious tom yam soup, MsMonKaYe had Teriyaki Chicken and RedNoseReindeer had Spaghetti Bolognese. Quite nice, but the price is a wee bit steep, not so surprising though since we're at 1 Utama :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;On the way back to the car, I saw this one nice pink bag at a shop. Looks nice, I wanna get XD but the price is RM69.90 for such a simple bag. I could get another nicer bag at the same price somewhere else :( That bag was at 50% off though. Still considering, but I've spent so much money, I think I'll leave that bag for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Now I have to figure out how I could wash my hair. Really need to have it washed, whatsmore tomorrow I'm going to college &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Oh well, I need to get on with my MYOB assignment. So far so good, except for the date format. I have no idea why my program can't follow the one in the book. Argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115798414820877476?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115798414820877476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115798414820877476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115798414820877476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115798414820877476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-will-never-be-shopaholic.html' title='I will never be a shopaholic'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115764139280880402</id><published>2006-09-07T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:03:13.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the brighter side?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JOY~ I've already finished my mid-semester examinations today! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yay~ and I thought I would be able to enjoy for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BUT No~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I asked my mother whether I could take the car out to go catch a movie with MsMonKaYe and RedNoseReindeer, my mom totally told me off by saying something like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Oh so now you always take my car and go lepak larh. Never think about petrol ah?? You teenagers only think about enjoying yourself. What about your studies??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And the funniest part was, a couple of hours before she said that, we were out at the Giant Mall in Kelana Jaya, and she was looking as some nice things while I was busy studying my Statistics lecture notes, and she was commenting on how nice the *whatever she was holding*. I just nodded but didn't turn my facefrom the page I was at. Then she said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"These days you got time to enjoy shopping or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I mumbled a "No".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I dunno larh. Either her timing is like, really bad, or either that, she just doesn't encourage me shopping with my friends. Always with her. What the heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maybe I should just quit tertiary education and start working so I can move out of this bird nest with four solid walls and no door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:( hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I might take a taxi tomorrow to 1 Utama then. Let's see if she'd try to stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On a brighter note, I've finally met a friend whom I knew for about 2 years(?) last Thursday. Set a lunchmeet at a cafe near college for convinience sake. Didn't have a picture in mind of how he'd look like. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(and yes, I know you'd be reading this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brought a friend along so I won't feel so awkward, and that friend of mine was so strategically standing there so I asked and she agreed. Muehehehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So anyway, the lunchmeet wasn't so bad, and Daniel and his two friends(really sorry but I didn't get your names clearly the last time -_-"" i swore one of their names was Victor or something :S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Very unfortunately, by the time we reached the cafe, they had all finished lunch -_-"""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Felt so guilty coz they waited so long (the meeting time was supposed to be 12, but we arrived at 12.30). But they were funny :D with all the miang jokes going around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yea yea they're all miang(according to each other) :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After lunch we proceeded to Statistics lecture. Didn't felt like going but there were tips for the mid-semester exams so I dragged myself, but kept falling asleep &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aih, I really want that casual pair of heels I saw at NOSE. I want that off-shoulder top from Amour at D'sara Taipan. Woi! when can i go shopping??? Why don't I have freedom?? Maybe I should invest in a car. Or should I wait till I'm 21 then exploit all my freedom at a go? Yarh, in my dreams larh. As long as I'm in this bird nest with no door, I'm trapped, my wings clipped so I won't fly away that easily. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115764139280880402?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115764139280880402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115764139280880402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115764139280880402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115764139280880402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-brighter-side.html' title='On the brighter side?'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115658159740980497</id><published>2006-08-26T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:40:01.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As a student, I should have been expecting this but due to denial...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after I checked the due dates of my remaining &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;major assignments&lt;/span&gt;(this &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EXCLUDES&lt;/span&gt; tutorial homeworks). And this is what I found out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MYOB assignment - 26th September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;MPO Individual essay - October 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Business Statistics group assignment - October 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ATBD group presentation - October 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MAR - October 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't checked yesterday, I'd probably be in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full panic&lt;/span&gt; right after mid-sem exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, I HAVE NOT start on ANY of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;NO skimping on classes to go shopping anymore, no lazying around during lunch anymore, no playing computer games anymore, no slacking off doing something else when I'm supposed to be studying, etc etc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I doubt I'd be able to keep to that...maybe I'd still laze around during lunch (I NEED to EAT okay! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be doing the first assignment on the list now...went to a friend's house this morning to have a photocopy of a missing page in my book. Dunno why my lecturer had to put up the case study so fugging late...on the pretext that we'd do it last minute...hah!&lt;br /&gt;What the heck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;P.S. Me want that casual heels from NOSE...me likey =D gonna get it soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115658159740980497?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115658159740980497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115658159740980497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115658159740980497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115658159740980497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-student-i-should-have-been.html' title='As a student, I should have been expecting this but due to denial...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115644008568422250</id><published>2006-08-24T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T10:21:25.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself once again...</title><content type='html'>Today is the day my group were to debate. And our topic?&lt;br /&gt;Only Money Motivates(affirmative side).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heck, last year when I had to do another debate(something about wild animals and preserving them), when it came to my turn for me to gun down the opponent(with words of course), I froze, managed to speak out less than 10 words, then sat back down in my chair(much to the surprise of my opponents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, the EXACT same thing happened! And worst, I already had a few hits from the opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! The difference between sitting down listening to a debate and standing up speaking about what you know about your topic is A TOTALLY DIFFERENT THING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worst...this time around I was the last speaker of the affirmative which ALSO MEANS I am the last speaker to the ENTIRE DEBATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I stood up, I had everything I wanted to say in my mind. I was like, "Yea! I can do it! I know what to say!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I stood up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what to say"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the debate, dear lecturer asked why I froze during the debate. I couldn't do it. I could never do debates. I nearly cried(literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the debate, I spent countless of hours searching for the right sources and all this had to go down the drain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ashley!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Irene!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Venus!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Sebastian!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Aik Tze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imsosorryimsosorryimsosorryimsosorryimsosorryimsosorryimsosorryimsosorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115644008568422250?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115644008568422250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115644008568422250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115644008568422250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115644008568422250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/history-repeats-itself-once-again.html' title='History repeats itself once again...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115616957541485209</id><published>2006-08-21T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T07:12:57.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress giler!</title><content type='html'>I have 5 major assignments to complete for this semester!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Group debate&lt;br /&gt;2) MPO Individual essay&lt;br /&gt;3) MYOB assignment&lt;br /&gt;4) Stats group assignment&lt;br /&gt;5) MAR assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I haven't started on ANY of THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yargh!!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115616957541485209?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115616957541485209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115616957541485209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115616957541485209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115616957541485209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/stress-giler.html' title='stress giler!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115547627602261022</id><published>2006-08-15T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T03:40:29.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celaka punya internet connection!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh~ been typing this post twice and the first time was because blogger was scheduled for a maintenance shutdown or something an hour later and the second time was my connection going on and off on me!! Grr~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to type em all in Notepad but it wouldn't be as "syok". Anyway, I put a few posts into this one post, so it's probably gonna be long...I dunno...haven't start typing the actual posts also how I know la... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the different colours indicate different posts..or supposedly different posts....ahh i dun bother already, just go ahead and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;On the 22nd of July, we celebrated Soo Wen's birthday (though we were abit late but...) at a place called Hooked at The Curve. The ambience of the shop is really nice, but the lights did no mercy on my eyes &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, the shop itself is pretty fishy(pardon the pun :D). Every dish has fish in it. And to think, I hate fish :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We all had dinner first. Had pasta. Abit too much on the cheesy side. I think I'm lactose intolerant :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the heavy dinner, it was cake time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/DSCN1857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Soo Wen sorry I kinda stole this from ur blog :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hohoho espresso cheese~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Damn tempting leh~! It was really nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Unfortunately, I could only take one piece. I could get "jelak" really easily when it comes to cheese, milk, eggs, and many other stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think there was still quite a big part of the cake left after we all had our share. Lol...and I remember the birthday girl say that there are some other cakes in her fridge :P Lol have fun eating Soo Wen (though I know it's REALLY late to say this now...-_-")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;On the 1st of August, one of my college friends passed away. I never got the chance to say how much as a friend she meant to me. How I never got to do the things I promised to do with her(uhh...why does this suddenly sounds so wrong O_O"""") and I never got to have any pics with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Her strong-willed character is something I admire about her. She is always full of energy and her positive attitude is always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dear Rosline, rest in peace. You shall be missed dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I will never forget our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;P.S. To that bastard who told me to take off her name from my MSN nickname because he claims that I remind everyone about her and that everyone will be sad because of that, look here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;_l_ -_- _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Go to hell la you stupid bastard. None of your business also. People wanna mourn for her, let them mourn larh. Mangkok betul &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;On the 29th of July, I got myself an MP4 player! Unfortunately, this player does not "exist" on the internet, so no pics or info. Wahahahahaha! Wanted to take a pic of it, but decided against it. Too much information too soon. Not like the brand is famous also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So far, got some songs inside, but mostly all lectures and tutorials. I HAVE to pass my marketing and mpo this time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On the 12th of August, I langgar-ed a car on the way back home from college. I wasted time going to college because I forgot to bring my student card and I couldn't access the library and the receptionist desk at the ground floor is chained(close mah).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Was going home when I hit a Proton Saga Aeroback at a junction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was like "Omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg" -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The fella's car got like, one small dent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MINE was like, number plate broke into a million pieces, some things in front came off(dunno what were they), and dents here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was pretty shock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I mean, my car's condition was like, waaaaaayyyyyy worst! As if I hit a truck or something!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the weirdest part was, i wasn't even accelerating. But i did let go of the brake, so the car WAS moving, but wasn't fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And the knock was so soft I wouldn't even know I hit the car if I didn't look in front of me O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;scary eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On 13th of August, got myself a new bag. Sling bag from Teddy Tales. Saw that it's big enough for me to stuff my books inside. Yeah so the colour is pretty ugly, but so what? As long as I can dump books inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So far I'm fine with it, except the shoulder pain I'm experiencing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oww...&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/8423593-115547627602261022?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115547627602261022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115547627602261022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115547627602261022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115547627602261022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/08/celaka-punya-internet-connection.html' title='Celaka punya internet connection!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115400487539054695</id><published>2006-07-27T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T05:54:38.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change in time saves nine</title><content type='html'>Innocent/Evil girl at the side of this post got my attention. Lol. Looks innocent yet evil eh? This one is new...whats with the bear at her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Warehouse Sale today. Alot of branded products i.e. Loreal, Mabelline, StudioLine etc were on sale!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, all this excitement would make anyone of the fairer sex splurge to their heart's content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT BRING ENOUGH MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I had about RM30 in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting to see just a measly amount in it O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder where all my money went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't new at all. I spend on many little things, which eventually adds up to alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time I don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno la, in the end, got a palette of eye shadow(wanted to get the cream one, but changed my mine to a powder one) and lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I'm totally put off by the lip gloss. Has vitamins inside, but it's so dry it made my lips and the skin on my index finger crack and peel. Scary right? I have nothing to say liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got to go now. TV time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115400487539054695?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115400487539054695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115400487539054695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115400487539054695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115400487539054695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/change-in-time-saves-nine.html' title='A change in time saves nine'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115390760239600524</id><published>2006-07-26T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:53:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need therapy...</title><content type='html'>Ever since the new semester started, I thought things was going to go well like the previous semester. Great, fun people surrounded me and we were having fun &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*thanks alot, friends forever!! XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this semester, since I had to retake two subjects, I thought it was going to be a breeze since I've done those subjects before. Until.........................................today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first MPO tutorial today, and the students have to form a group of 5 people for a debate assignment due in about 4 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So-o...I was trying to ask people if I can join but most of them were already planning their groupmates as most of them know each other from foundation studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO DEAD. I thought I couldn't get a group!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I did get into a group...only to find that (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even they themselves honestly told me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that their English proficiency is poor. POOR! The girl even said that word (I didn't tokok tambah anything~!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted like it was nothing but inside I was like, "WTF!! How am I gonna pass this subject?? I don't wanna fail again!!" Groupwork means the marks are distributed to each member. If we couldn't do a nice job, even one that at least is able to pass as acceptable, I would just die there and then!&lt;br /&gt;Argh!! It's not like I don't want to be with them. I don't mind, but this is the matter of pass or fail! And whatsmore, there were questions they did not understand in the first tutorial today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I'm selfish?? I'm not the daughter of a rich man, I can't afford to fail and keep retaking subjects again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I have to go to college 4 times a week. All I want is to change my group. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Really emotional lately..dunno why. Ever since I got that dreadful shock from knowing I failed some of my subjects, I had been rather emotional and there are alot of things which made it worst. Heavy sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115390760239600524?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115390760239600524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115390760239600524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115390760239600524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115390760239600524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-i-need-therapy.html' title='I think I need therapy...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115261410107556534</id><published>2006-07-11T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T03:35:01.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a teenage college-going girl</title><content type='html'>1. I won't ever waste my time for things that don't require my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I won't promised things that I can't guarantee(do I?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will not disappoint my parents and study smart(and hard) to offer them(and me) a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm so sorry, I feel bad about my results too you know!! So don't keep reminding me or you'll end up in my dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you really wanna end up in my dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There's this saying where the condition of a person's bedroom is a window into the person's emotions/mind/feelings. Err......so.....my room is currently messy to the point where you can't see 50% of the floor....what would that mean? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I will do better than the previous semester! I promised! I will have time to study! I will put effort and time! There's always time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eh I dunno what else to confess..........maybe......I will be more positive and love myself? O_O this so off topic......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I aspire to be like the founder of &lt;a href="http://www.milliondollarhomepage.com"&gt;Million Dollar Homepage&lt;/a&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Uhh...that would be money-making....and money making money!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I have to stop being so sedentary...active body = active mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think I'll stop now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115261410107556534?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115261410107556534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115261410107556534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115261410107556534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115261410107556534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/confessions-of-teenage-college-going.html' title='Confessions of a teenage college-going girl'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115251304500017578</id><published>2006-07-09T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T23:30:45.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting frustration and.........sadness T_T</title><content type='html'>I got the sidebars of this blog cleaned and added some extras, but I'll just get on to the main point now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I F*cking FAILED 2 SUBJECTS IN MY FIRST SEMESTER FINAL EXAMINATION AND MY MOOD ISN'T VERY GOOD RIGHT NOW! GRAWR~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUT THEN I HOPE I DON'T HAVE TO RETAKE COZ THE SUBJECTS I FAILED IN ARE NOT REQUIRED FOR MY MAJOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SIGH.....EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF....I COULD HAVE DONE BETTER!!! *GROAN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NOW I'D HAVE TO FACE MY MOM....AND DAD....AND TOLD THEM I'VE LET THEM DOWN....I'M SO SORRY ;_; *SOB*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;SIGH.....i'M SO UPSET...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115251304500017578?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115251304500017578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115251304500017578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115251304500017578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115251304500017578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/venting-frustration-andsadness-tt.html' title='Venting frustration and.........sadness T_T'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115202739143744570</id><published>2006-07-04T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T08:36:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester Resolutions</title><content type='html'>The reason I'm doing this is because for many years New Year Resolutions didn't work for me. So I've decided to make new resolutions periodically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my new semester resolutions :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Drinks lots of water (I'm still trying to reach 8 glasses a day, wish me luck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Set my own deadlines for assignments and set a specific study time everyday so I won't procrastinate on my works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Manage my finances properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Be more active, activities-wise! I wanna join a society or two this coming semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Help the world by volunteering. Oh wait...I gotta find where SPCA and/or PAWS is located first :P and whether I can get there by public transport -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Be more independant...I don't want to keep depending on people all the time for things I could have done on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Eat healthy. I always miss meals sometimes by accident! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Stop complaining that I always have nothing to wear. If this is true, why is it my cupboard always can't close properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Think twice before doing something or buying something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Hope I learn from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...so these are my resolutions. I hope I won't break them till the next sem comes, and it would be time again to make new ones. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115202739143744570?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115202739143744570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115202739143744570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115202739143744570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115202739143744570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-semester-resolutions.html' title='New Semester Resolutions'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115200796816773572</id><published>2006-07-04T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T03:13:45.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>.......&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!! I had actually wrote a nice long post but was interrupted by blogger!!! shall write about this next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115200796816773572?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115200796816773572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115200796816773572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115200796816773572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115200796816773572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115190548635186475</id><published>2006-07-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T04:13:06.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My future job...</title><content type='html'>Why I can't, or don't want, to be in any of these job positions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Scientist : I cannot deal with blood in any way. When I see blood, I won't run, I pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Gardener/Garden-tender : I may like flowers, but the responsibility of keeping them alive is a very heavy burden to me. They might end up dead in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Model : I don't fit the standard profile.Vertically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Air stewardness : Please refer to number (3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Marketer : Channel distributions? Branding? Packaging? What? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Beautician : No creativity involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Slayer : Blood issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Assassin : Refer the (7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Magician : Does magic really exist then? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Mime : Silence is deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) VCD/DVD peddlar : Support originals!! *cough cough* yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Outward Bound School instructor : The monkeys might take me as a human hostage *lame betul...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Programmer : For someone who's always in confusion, I can never keep a focused mind :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Tour guide : My leadership skills need ALOT of polishing to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Nutritionist : I'm currently under-nutrient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas, these are the jobs I'd like to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Fashion designer : Yeayea so this may be a dream come true for me, but hey, nobody said I can't dream! =D By the way, being a designer lets me be creative with colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Makeup artist : Refer to (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Accountant : I'm studying to become this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Entrepreneur : I really want to own my own company/shop one day. Be it online-base or not, handling my own business is my goal after number (3). What I'm going to sell, I'm not to reveal here, in case someone steals my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this should be about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115190548635186475?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115190548635186475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115190548635186475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115190548635186475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115190548635186475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-future-job.html' title='My future job...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115121353837391798</id><published>2006-06-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:03:31.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair days</title><content type='html'>Accompanied a friend yesterday to source for a nice modem and SLR cameras. Decided to meet up at the LRT Station KL Central stop. Emm....let's just say we kinda got lost in the crowd looking for each other. I don't really blame her, I had my hair cut recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many ppl say its quite a big difference. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And my friend is the first non-family member person to see me after the haircut. Couldn't recognise me in the station. Haha...and I thought I still looked the same :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;After going around Low Yat Mall, found this Aztech ADSL modem just right for Ezreen. Kinda got lost getting around the shops. I mean, she has a point, some shops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;look the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then we walked our way in the rain to this camera shop near a chicken rice shop or something. Her lecturer, who recommended going to this shop for the best bargains for cameras, told them a particular landmark which is the chicken rice shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Late at night got chicken sounds"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;At first she didn't know what he meant, but after seeing the chicken rice shop, started laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I actually got to try the Nikon D70s camera!!! Haha!! Started taking pictures but it was pretty heavy and after awhile, got kinda tired of using it. Not enough strength &lt;em&gt;ler&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Then walked to Petaling Street. It HAS been quite a while since I've been there, and it's more or less te same....except the big signboard...didn't realised it was there before :S Sellers screaming, buyers bargaining, I was pushed, pulled, hustled and bustled through the crowd. Then took "shelter" in a Popular bookstore :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Browsed through books, and came across one for henna designs. And this reminds me, the henna design on the back of my hand is just scraping away as days passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115121353837391798?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115121353837391798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115121353837391798' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115121353837391798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115121353837391798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/hair-days.html' title='Hair days'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115111730235337058</id><published>2006-06-24T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:58:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The next early morning routine</title><content type='html'>Am surprise with myself today. Though I am an early morning person, waking up at odd hours to watch the sunrise &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unwillingly&lt;/span&gt; to the wimps of my pathetic body clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, instead of the usual laze-around-drink-milo-while-reading-yesterday's-newspaper routine, I took my two dogs out for an exercise. Walked abit to warm up, then ran about halfway to the playground at my neighbourhood. Then walked abit while the two canines find some places to ease themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do an exercise which involves running, some parts of my skin becomes really itchy, and not to mention &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Partly due to the geseran between the pants and my legs, I supposed. And got to know that it's not a skin problem, just the blood circulation from my mother's friend. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115111730235337058?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115111730235337058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115111730235337058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115111730235337058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115111730235337058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/next-early-morning-routine.html' title='The next early morning routine'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115081544417074080</id><published>2006-06-20T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:04:55.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and hence MPPJ becomes MBPJ</title><content type='html'>Majlis Perbandaran Petaling Jaya(MPPJ) has been renamed to Majlis Bandar Petaling Jaya(MBPJ) after the change in status of Petaling Jaya from a town to a city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115081544417074080?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115081544417074080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115081544417074080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115081544417074080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115081544417074080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-hence-mppj-becomes-mbpj.html' title='and hence MPPJ becomes MBPJ'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-115080340235547559</id><published>2006-06-20T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T08:02:18.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray?</title><content type='html'>Today is the day Petaling Jaya becomes a city. Previously a town, I still don't see much difference, except there's more people, more places (so many places with the word "Damansara" in them e.g. Damansara Jaya, Kota Damansara, Damansara Indah, Saujana Damansara, Pusat Bukit Damansara), more rubbish, more eyesore buildings about bla bla bla~&lt;br /&gt;I wonder MPPJ will do a better job starting today :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-115080340235547559?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/115080340235547559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=115080340235547559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115080340235547559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/115080340235547559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/06/hooray.html' title='Hooray?'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114848296738993969</id><published>2006-05-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T08:02:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, cheated...</title><content type='html'>To those who lives around the SS2 area, or better, in SS2 itself, is bound to know this place called Novel House. For those who don't, Novel House is a bookshop which offers customers to rent books for a period of time. And because of the most recent project my groupmates and I embarked on, I had purchased a book to find out how the shop owner prices the books. I only rented a kids' book just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;But I delayed in returning the book because I wanted to read it, it was rather interesting. Then, about a few days later, I went back to return the book, but found the place close. On the metal shutters was a note with the words "Sorry, Closed Today".&lt;br /&gt;I then came back another day. Still closed, but this time without a note. I thought it was the usual day off or something.&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I came back everyday to return the book but the shop was never open! I got cheated! Damn it! Argh! I want my money back!!&lt;br /&gt;Somehow makes me feel like returning the book to another Novel House in USJ Taipan...hmm...maybe I should. Its still Novel House, right? What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is, by far, my most stressful week(we'll wait for next week to come and see). As much as the February 2006 UTS first year students know, exam just around the corner of the second building down the next lane so everyone's (or almost) noses are seen stucked in books. That's my usual result from my morning "sightseeing" around the campus. Somehow those stress vibes seem to be rubbing off on me. Sadly to say, I'm still jolly-hopping around and indulging in personal pleasure like watching tv and playing games and shaking legs while reading a nice mystery novel somewhere in a corner of my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty, but I have to admit I can never put my full concentration 100% when studying in the library. The computers are distraction number 1, being placed at the most strategic area which is a few metres after you pass the library entrance. So, without fail, the first thing you'd see in the library is the computer, not the books or the people or even anything fancy that may come across as a clownsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, these days, all I want to do is avoid the library. Study at home, in the wee hours, where my house will FINALLY be quiet. But its been disturbing my stomach of late. Like...no appetite all of a sudden, and stomachache. &gt;&lt; Maybe I should get the 8 hours of decent sleep before I end up being sick even before the finals. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, went into this place called Walk-In Rent-A-Book one day in SS2. Was checking it out because of my group assignment. Found this books written by Sue Townsend. Yay! Was looking for those books since secondary school! But one book is like RM20, and there's a couple of books she wrote. Sigh...I guess 3 months will be more than enough to read two books after the looooooooooooooooooong holidays after the finals. Feel like working again, miss working life somehow, but it can get abit robotic after a while. I mean, everyday you come and do the same thing over and over again. Compared to school life, its more flexible and sometimes you can just goof off and avoid trouble. Wahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, shall go study now or I'll be digging me own grave...probably there will be a ranting post when my stress level reaches to the point of hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114848296738993969?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114848296738993969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114848296738993969' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114848296738993969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114848296738993969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/girl-cheated.html' title='Girl, cheated...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114753371775771948</id><published>2006-05-14T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:14:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking ticket incident (pls dun be so silly like me)</title><content type='html'>There was one particular ticket incident (I think most of my collegemates would be able to remember it) which happened not too long ago. One morning, a friend of mine as well as I were late to college, reaching there at about 8am. I did the usual, lock the stering of my car, then proceed to feed the uber-greedy parking machine with coins.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, upon reaching maximum limit of coins for the day (the machine allows only maximum RM4 to eat per pax...but reaching RM4 means you're allowed to park for 24 hours, no matter what time) I didn't realised the time, so the ticket was printed like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKTU TAMAT:8.07 PG BAYARAN 4.00 WAKTU BAYARAN 8.07 PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird timing? Yes, I agree.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what the silly girl me did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/PICT0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/PICT0274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been really funny, and I can bet I heard the Mr. SamanMan laughing his santaclaus belly all da way to the saman-paying area. Har. What I didn't realise was that the TARIKH BELI/TAMAT is 08-09/05/06, which means I could have parked my car overnight till next morning at 8.07 in the morning! So malufying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114753371775771948?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114753371775771948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114753371775771948' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114753371775771948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114753371775771948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/parking-ticket-incident-pls-dun-be-so.html' title='Parking ticket incident (pls dun be so silly like me)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114753360837788932</id><published>2006-05-13T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T08:20:09.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of recent events (and not-so recent ones)</title><content type='html'>This post is going to touch on a number of occasions, and I'm gonna type out what comes to my mind first. The list of events is not written in chronological order. Come on, this is my blog, I can do what I want :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First event in line is the slow-guy-steal-handphone real-life story told my one of me lecturers, Ms.CSZ.&lt;br /&gt;Her colleagues, consisting of 3 women and one man(torn among the roses thing) were at Damansara Utama having lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;By the way, we were thinking how they actually had the time to go DU and eat when Subang Jaya is like freakin' far from that place. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear Ms.CSZ was enjoying yoong tau fu(shop is currently unknown, she did not disclose that particular info) and there was this kid, who came in with a newspaper in his hand, and in the middle of the newspaper was a picture of an Indian God, and he was going around asking for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he stopped at ms.CSZ's table, and asked for donations. They...erm, lemme skip this part. So after a while, they noticed the kid still standing at the same spot, asking donations from their table...waiting for SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, he walked off, quite slowly. Then suddenly, one of ms.CSZ's female colleague stood up, and ran after the kid, leaving the rest of her colleagues in a blur. THEN, she came back, sat down, like one would normally do before indulging in food. So her colleagues then question her about her abrupt running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She promptly told them that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE KID TOOK HER HANDPHONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Would you believe the cheek of kids these days...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Immediately, the male (and only male) colleague stood, up, ran after the boy in great hurry, and smack the kid senseless on the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ms.CSZ actually commented that at such fa&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; distance, the smack could be heard! Must've been one really hard smack. The poor kid must've started to see stars already :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And then, this particular, un-related, super-kaypoh guy nearby, who was doing something in the boot of his car, saw the commotion, and asked what happened (in a kaypoh sorta way). So then he was told of the incident. Immediately he slammed his car boot and sprinted after the poor kid. What happened wasn't very clear, but he came back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and scolded ms.CSZ and her colleagues instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;His reason? He left his car keys in the boot of his car, and he slammed the boot shut, remember? (If you don't please scroll up and re-read carefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lesson of the day? Don't be so kaypoh, it's not very good to barge in on something which has nothing to do with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Next event : How to Win over a rather Serious Librarian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This one happened earlier today. Was in library to discuss marketing analysis report with the rest of my groupmate. Wanted to book a discussion room, Discussion Room 2 to be particular. So the rather-serious-librarian was at the counter, and he gave me his choice of room, Discussion Room 1, because it was vacant. I was like "Can I have Room 2 instead?" and he asked "Why?" in a very surprise and suspicious manner. And you know what I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/super%20big%20smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/super%20big%20smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one with the big wide smile, which was unrealistically bigger than my face. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;So then he gave me the key to Room 2 instead xD so fun! Well, until i realise Room 2 does not have marker pens! Oopz! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all about it. Supposed to have one more post about this ticket incident, but until i scan something, then I'll post it. Just wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114753360837788932?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114753360837788932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114753360837788932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114753360837788932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114753360837788932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-recent-events-and-not-so-recent.html' title='Of recent events (and not-so recent ones)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114611249839652905</id><published>2006-04-26T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T07:21:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush to complete economics media review : The History</title><content type='html'>Let's just say that this history has another history which repeated itself to become this history. Confusing? You'll find out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Form 1, there was once I have to do this project for my Sejarah(History) subject. So far, my latest sleeping record in the previous years were at about..say, 10.30pm? So that day, I did my work(last minute, duh!) until about 1.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History repeated itself during Form 4 (again), when I had to do an Additional Mathematics project about a bridge and some stuff to build it or something. I started at 11pm the day before it was due. Smart me right? Getting into trouble on purpose all the time.&lt;br /&gt;So I did it(with the help of some kindred souls) and managed to finish it at 4.30am in the morning. All those time, I did not have a wink of sleep, and that 2 hours of sleep after the completion wasn't really enough. Ended up, I was pretty blur in school, came home and plainly hit the bed really hard but didn't really felt the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then history repeated itself (again again), this year itself where I had to do this Economics media review for my Economics for Business subject. So the idea was to find an article and write economical stuffs about it...and...I started at 11pm (yes, that really fits the 11th hour saying), then went off to sleep at about 1am. Then clambered back to the computer at about 4pm, and managed to get it done before school started. Can say I was pretty lucky I managed to get it done and away with. Whatsmore, the due time was 8am in the morning...you can imagine my rush...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114611249839652905?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114611249839652905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114611249839652905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114611249839652905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114611249839652905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/rush-to-complete-economics-media.html' title='Rush to complete economics media review : The History'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114519307408188169</id><published>2006-04-16T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:14:04.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware! Modems are very sensitive...</title><content type='html'>Just saying. Really boring post ahead. Read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroverted (E) 50% Introverted (I) 50%Sensing (S) 50% Intuitive (N) 50%Feeling (F) 55.88% Thinking (T) 44.12%Perceiving (P) 60% Judging (J) 40%Your type is: ISFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--50 50 55.88 60--&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bg border="0" style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/jung/isfp.html"&gt;ISFP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - "Artist". Interested in the fine arts. Expression primarily through action or art form. The senses are keener than in other types. 8.8% of total population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/myers-briggs-word.html"&gt;Free Jung Word Test (similar to Myers-Briggs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&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/8423593-114519307408188169?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114519307408188169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114519307408188169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114519307408188169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114519307408188169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/beware-modems-are-very-sensitive.html' title='Beware! Modems are very sensitive...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114498123221785412</id><published>2006-04-14T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:38:29.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is broadband...</title><content type='html'>To those who have not seen me online for awhile, I have not gone off the face of the earth, just for your information. I used to always hog the streamyx at night, to read emails, to read blogs, to get my butt kicked by people so I would do my almost due assignments, sometimes just to stare blankly at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, last Saturday, an really heavy storm hit my puny area. Leaves of trees swayed violently in the winds, roads flowing endlessly with water, and some dirt here and there. Electricity at my house tripped for about 3 times before we gave up pushing the button back. Suspected the streamyx must've got hit during the storm fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The modem is working fine, the computer is working fine as well. SOMEHOW, the DSL light on the modem never stopped blinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink...Blink...Blink...Blink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I thought maybe it was the post-storm unable-to-connect syndrome. So I left it as that. The next day(it wasn't raining, sunshine whole day long), it was STILL blinking, much to my unamazement. My mother was more worried than me(hey, they're paying for it). Called the customer care service line and the person just told me that some servers are down in the Klang Valley area.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I thought. Maybe it'll be okay in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I called again, just to ask how it was(I was forced okay! &gt;&lt;). Weird, I received another answer.&lt;br /&gt;"All servers in Damansara is working. Maybe you can try troubleshooting. Have you tried troubleshooting before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o So I did what the person told me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1 : Plug the phone line into the modem directly without going through the splitter. Then see if the light stops blinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2 : Unplug all lines which are plugged into the modem. Wait for about 5-10 minutes before plugging back all wires into the modem, then see if the light still blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 3 : Call a Streamyx technician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously the person will reserve the last option till the problem becomes pathetically severe. He told me to call back if the troubleshooting doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I thanked him, put down the phone, and did what he told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work!&lt;br /&gt;#(&amp;)&amp;amp;E)*W_$#&amp;*)$^%_&amp;amp;&amp;R&amp;amp;)$&amp;I#)&amp;amp;_$^_!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called back yet the next day(third day in the running), and THIS time, a lady answered, telling me that they won't send a technician yet, but will file a report for me so the technicians could clarify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like, "What the f___?" &lt;---i did not say this out loud, just in my own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked what I should do. She said give them 24-48 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;working &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hours for them to clarify the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Right....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The person who was on the phone seemed pissed. FYI, I'm pissed too. Pissed by the fact that I have to spend my time at the library to do my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ONLINE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;research! when i can actually do it in the comfort of my own home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Heavy sigh...what the heck can i do now? I don't really like using the line internet because nobody can call in, and we can't call out either. Cyber cafes will burn a hole in my pocket and ear drums (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hello??? gamer freaks are there!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh well. So two days ago, I took the bus from Kelana Jaya LRT station for the first time to Taylor's College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, no sweat! must be at the same place as I wait for the bus when I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know this was a different bus. It just doesn't stop there, it's stops somewhere else near there. And me being the new noobie in college, I don't know the geography of the area too well, and I missed my stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise really. I must have been kinda doped or something when I should have followed that obvious bunch of students down a particular stop the bus made. Ended up going back to KJ station. Took another bus going there. This time I got off the RIGHT stop, and walked to the hetol-lookalike(I still think that way, the glassy building makes it look like that) Taylor's Business School! =D yayayayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took the bus again. I'm just too lazy to drive when I have insufficient coins. :P Hey come on, I don't want to get summons for illegal parking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My record time of reaching to college is one hour and 10 minutes so far. Got delayed abit because I had to wait for the bus to go Taylor's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to concentrate on my assignments, which have to been put aside for quite a long time since the semester commmenced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you don't mind, I shall continue on with my assignment *puts on glasses and nerdy look and proceeds to comb through books for juicy infos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just realised this morning that buses are always punctual before lunchtime. Hell breaks loose after lunch time. Two days ago, I waited for a bus at 3.49pm. until 5pm and there wasn't any bus at all!!!! Damn not-so-Rapid KL buses!!! But sometimes I don't really blame them. How do u expect them to move in a heavy traffic when you can only move about an inch every 10 minutes? In the end, I took a taxi home(ignoring the fact that it's extremely dangerous of girls to take a taxi to any places whatsoever) and it costed me RM15!!! (Amanda, I'm sorry!! I was desperate, okay!!! ;_;) Reached home and called Dad to pick me up from the station. It's been a long day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114498123221785412?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114498123221785412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114498123221785412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114498123221785412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114498123221785412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-i-want-is-broadband.html' title='All I want is broadband...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114419906227480498</id><published>2006-04-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:04:22.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pickle-green.com/egraphics/main.php?id=eggs" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.boomspeed.com/egraphics/90725.gif" border="0" alt="This egg hatches on 04/05/06! Adopt one today!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114419906227480498?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114419906227480498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114419906227480498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114419906227480498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114419906227480498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/eggs.html' title='Eggs'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114399113306328121</id><published>2006-04-02T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T08:18:53.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To those people who double park</title><content type='html'>You know what? Ever since I started driving to college, there is sure to be AT LEAST one car who double parked behind or beside mine, which would obviously prevent me from reversing or driving out my car unless I'm so desperate to scratch the accused's car on his account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate honking to actually get someone to drive the said car away because people would be looking at me as if I'm honking them for attention (perasan-ted people...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I car double parks(which is actually everytime), I feel like doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...pardon me ugly drawing, I used the mouse. Scanner not cooperating with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, one of my college friend mentioned about this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/pic2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/400/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know who u are...I was so blur when u mentioned the joke :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, for those who drives and kena this almost sometimes(or like me, everytime), you'd know the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna release my feelings. I hope people can be more civilised sometimes. Maybe the words "Malaysia is a developing country with third world mentality" is true. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marketing exam tomorrow. Gotta hit the books. Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114399113306328121?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114399113306328121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114399113306328121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114399113306328121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114399113306328121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-those-people-who-double-park.html' title='To those people who double park'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114385971845612890</id><published>2006-04-01T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:48:38.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's Day 2006</title><content type='html'>Just for fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114385971845612890?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114385971845612890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114385971845612890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114385971845612890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114385971845612890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-day-2006.html' title='April Fool&apos;s Day 2006'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114282715108980590</id><published>2006-03-20T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:00:22.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad day, a bad month ahead...it's not even noon yet</title><content type='html'>Although I only partially believe those things Mrs. Too write about Feng Shui, I seem to think she is able to forecast what is going to happen this month. This month, she noted that those born in the Rabbit year will face minor accidents and illness, but I thought "If i look after myself well, it wouldn't happen right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's not even noon yet, and I had already fallen on the stairs of my own home. Bruises on my legs and elbow. I slipped on the stairs and fell. Luckily I didn't fall all the way down or else I don't think even Mrs. Too can forecast the results of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I received news about the CPU i sent to the computer shop for repair and formatting. Well, the CPU died, totally this time. No point in fixing, the guy said. He said he had already solved the initial problem I was facing before giving up and sending the CPU to the shop. My formatting wasn't the problem(by the way, I want to thank those people who has helped me through the process of formatting that computer. Really, it was a big help :D), seems like the motherboard's lifespan has reached its limits and now wishes to R.I.P. He estimated the CPU has been used for about 6 years(I don't know, it used to be my uncle's computer, not mine). Hmm...:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least now I know I wouldn't have any computers to go online anymore. I can't always rely on my Dad's laptop, in fact he is already complaining in case we start "abusing" his laptop instead. I have to admit he has a point there. That's partly the reason why the CPU's lifespan has been shorten alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....maybe I should start "abusing" the computers at my college instead. Haha :D Okay maybe I won't be so mean, but I have no where else to do my work(Cyber cafes is NOT an option! All those DotA...RO....Maple Story....oh boy am I tempted......crap....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh~nvm, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;Today decided to find my own way to Subang Parade. Unfortunately, got lost in a housing area, the people there were looking at me as if I'm a potential rapist, which made me rather uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go home after the failed attempt. Haihz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previous post, actually, it wasn't supposed to be blank after the title but I dunno why it came out blank, and when I click "Edit" to see the contents, they're missing! I have no idea how it happened, but I think the title says alot. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad told me recently he's thinking of getting a second hand Kancil for me to drive to and from college. From what he said, it's a Kancil 660 automatic. 660...he told me there's not much pickup as it's auto(then why you didn't get a manual one for me...)and it eats more petrol too. Oh my god...better start saving now before next year(news is that the government might increase again....sigh....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning(before the falling from the stairs incident), went to college as usual for Economics tutorials. Left the Case Study article in the car while I lugged my textbook, lecture notes, tutorial work and my own file upstairs. Today our lecturer was rather animated in class. Tried to wake the students up he said, but I think...he's making himself look funny so we'll be more eager to speak up. Marketing lecture was cancelled today, so I left at about 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No other news so far, except my MPO debate group leader called me to go to the computer lab because I hadn't cited my quotes properly. Had to find the websites again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got to go now....have to apply some ointment on my bruises...*sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114282715108980590?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114282715108980590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114282715108980590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114282715108980590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114282715108980590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-day-bad-month-aheadits-not-even.html' title='A bad day, a bad month ahead...it&apos;s not even noon yet'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114250766648339087</id><published>2006-03-16T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:14:26.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Lazy, I'm Just A Little Unmotivated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114250766648339087?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114250766648339087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114250766648339087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114250766648339087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114250766648339087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-not-lazy-im-just-little-unmotivated.html' title='I&apos;m Not Lazy, I&apos;m Just A Little Unmotivated'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114225449039713093</id><published>2006-03-13T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T04:54:50.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday blues...</title><content type='html'>Woke up late today, at about 7am. Oh my gawd! My alarm actually rang at 6am, or to be more precise, 5.54am(my handphone time is 6 minutes fast).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? I got up at that time, turned the alarm off, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SnOoZe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;until 7am!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NoT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a good thing to do on a Monday when I have an Economics tutorial class at 8am!! Rushed through getting myself ready. Luckily I've already packed my things the night before. The habit's beginning to sink in. My efforts worked! :D Compared to the year before last...I packed my stuff BEFORE I go to school. Which leads to the fact that I'm often late to school and my name being written down quite some times. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now only to inhibit the "wake-up-at-6am" habit....going to be quite a tough one as I seldom go to bed early...that's why I was late today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rushed off to fetch Karen and totally forgot about the nice chocolatey donut on the table *drats* oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reached to class about 7.50am...amazingly, I wasn't late! :D hurray! xD I drove pretty fast today (damn scary) about 100km/h...in an Avanza, it's pretty unstable, and I really felt it today...but the road was pretty straight all the way so it wasn't so bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Class was...usual...me loathing Economics more and more because I can never understand why I'm studying in the first place and I don't see any connecting between Accounting and Economics...(I'm just not facing reality that's all...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then Marketing Foundations comes into view. Nothing unusual. Then got informed that the Economics study skills workshop was today, so decided to attend it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The workshop ended afte like one hour and 15 minutes....and I extended my parking by 2 hours!! Spent some time at the computer room with my groupmates doing the MPO assignment. Still cracking head because the topic wasn't what I believed in, unfortunately. Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was quite a day for me. I'm still (lazy)unmotivated to do Economics :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114225449039713093?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114225449039713093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114225449039713093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114225449039713093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114225449039713093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/monday-blues_114225449039713093.html' title='Monday blues...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114212939196787225</id><published>2006-03-12T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:33:21.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Why? Why???</title><content type='html'>Why now??? Why &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;??? Hey wait....that was a contrast wasn't it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yesterday, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, everything was as usual at night. I resume my routine of going online (almost) every night, on the pretext of doing research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really AM doing research!! Just not continously...=P I don't have that much initiativeness in me for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't think I have to list down the how-to of turning on a computer, right?? Most of us would know or else there's no way you're gonna get here in the first place. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, halfway starting up, a black-and-white-MS Dossie-like message was slated onto the screen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We are sorry for the inconvinience caused. Windows is unable to start properly on the current attempt and is possibly caused by a recent change or installation of a handware or software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you know what might have caused this, selecting "Armed and Loaded to da Max" will enable you to search and destroy the virus with just a click of the mouse. "Armed and Loaded to da Max with Networking" enables you to search and destroy the virus with a friend, an imitation of DotA for you avid gamers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If the the computer had suddenly restarted or shut down in the previous attempt to protect your computer or you aren't sure of the problem, then calmly select "Make computer generate 'I Am An Ass' 50 times in Notepad form then start Normally". Or if you are really angry because your unsaved work is all unmercifully 'gone with the wind', then we strongly advice you to throw this computer into the incenerator and get a new one. You'll need it, sekcur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Armed and Loaded to da Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Armed and Loaded to da Max with Networking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I Am An Ass' 50 times in Notepad form then start Normally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Just kick me, sekcur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh yarh angry I was at that message. And I realised that the last choice doesn't work. Har. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Actually it's pretty obvious that the above message isn't all true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, to sum it all up, the "Start Windows Normally" choice didn't work. So I chose Safe Mode. I was still pretty mad at the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have WORK to DO! How could you DO this to ME????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;In Safe Mode, I was informed that a program had caused the system instability. The program is *drum rolls* NVIDIA GeForce 256. I got some information from a credible source that this is a graphics card thingie. Owh...I wonder how it can cause such (castrastropic) illogical instability when it has been working fine for about...half a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh well, for now have to depend on this getting-nicer-everytime-I-use-it laptop :D It's my Dad's actually. Have to computer hop till the desktop is up and running like normal again....*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, me gotta go now. have a couple of things to do before embarking upon the new week. Cya all~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114212939196787225?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114212939196787225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114212939196787225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114212939196787225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114212939196787225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-why-why.html' title='Why? Why? Why???'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114169359858502399</id><published>2006-03-07T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:06:38.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New (old) skin</title><content type='html'>After numerous complaints about the difficulty with whatever ragarding my previous skin, I've decided to finally convert back to the one before the previous one. Rejoice people~! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to include this into yesterday's post but I forgot...yesterday must be my unlucky day! Did you know...as I was walking towards the main campus yesterday, the strap of my right sandal broke!! Argh~ of all days!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial idea of dealing with this is to selotape the broken strap to my sandal and continue walking around.....and so that's what I did. It worked, but I had to make frequent stops re-tape that strap, and got alot of weird looks from other people :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to drag all the way into then entrance of the main campus(passing this cameraman who is filming a senario right in front of the entrance :S) Right after passing the man, I managed to drag until &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRAP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my side strap broke!!!! This time I really can't walk at all! Yeargh! How can two parts of the strap broke at almost the same time???? *groan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dragged into the motorcycle parking lot. The guard was passing some weird "what're-you-doing-there" kind of looks...then he started laughing when he found out my strap broke... Thankfully, his colleague(a lady guard) offered me a pair of slippers(initially for sembahyang...-_-).&lt;br /&gt;Was not my size, not like I cared much that time because all I wanted was to get into the Lecture Hall and find a places to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the strap fixed later by that cobbler who weren't there when the strap first broke. Now my shoe is okay to be worn, but I wouldn't risk it in case the left side strap starts to break as well...&lt;br /&gt;Risky risky~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later in the evening a small lizard fell on my head. Eeww~ happened to be chatting with Shu Wei on MSN somemore...she said I should go bath with orange leafs to fend away bad luck. Only thing is...the orange tree wasn't there anymore...Boohoohoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114169359858502399?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114169359858502399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114169359858502399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114169359858502399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114169359858502399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-old-skin.html' title='New (old) skin'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114164276821608623</id><published>2006-03-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:34:58.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic but.....life is just B O R I N G~</title><content type='html'>As everone know, the price of petrol has increase, this time not by a mere 10 cent, but by 30 cents per litre! Could you believe that??? That imposes a huge burden for students like *ahem* &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;yours truly &lt;/span&gt;who will be driving to and from college starting this week. And obviously for such a car...it eats quite an amount of petrol. Not so much as the normal cars but still...not like I have a choice of cars to drive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have to pay toll every morning because I have no idea how to reach to college through the no-toll way, not like I want to learn to *bwahaaha* &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now though I have to be really frugal with all the coins I have to pay for my parking fees which I really &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pray/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;hope&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;/beg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would not change (due to petrol prices, D-Oh!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to watch my petrol meter...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;jorr &lt;/span&gt;the govenment is so mean! But they've already subsidised some amount so can't fully blame them....dratz! I wonder who monopolises the petroleum thing in M'sia...oopz! Atupid question! But I really don't know!! Petronas?? But there's other ones like BP and Caltex and...and....Shell?? Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the petrol rants...college life is getting abit stressful...AND boring! Uhh...not being able to watch nice movies with my favorite buddies(I've not watched movie for long.........LOOONG time adi! &gt;_&lt;) I wanna watch Big Momma's House 2!! I wanna watch Destinasi Terakhir 3(Final Destination 3-somehow i find the malay title more &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;chun&lt;/span&gt;)! I wanna watch Casanova!! I wanna watch The Wig! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*bawl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah I sound like a big baby at my age, but I'm really missing out on all this things! And I really really wanna enjoy once in a while. Did you know that according to Feng Shui and Astrology(if you guys actually believe them) that Fire Rabbits(born in the year 1987) usually have hectic schedules? Remedy is to let loose sometimes and don't get too caught up with work. This month for those who're studying, don't procrastinate on assignments because eventually you'll see it piling up fast and it's gonna get ugly from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who're single might find someone this month(they always say but this often is never true anyway...). On the family part, set some time for you and your family to get together even with your hectic schedule. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But wait...I have time for my family every night! What ARE they talking about??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;Basically this month has some ups and downs...nothing new really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna have to face being bogged down by lectures, tutorials, assignments, group work, project, social life, sleep life, bla bla bla...all slammed into my face! It's been quite awhile since I was really busy, minus the work life I had before enrolling into college. I feel like taking up a part-time job again now...but I doubt I have time knowing I like procrastinating =P But I don't mind freelance jobs, thought it depends on which part of the year they offer. My time managemment skills are still in the "trial&amp;error" stage, where error is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;MORE&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;than trial. But I'm learning, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, another thing. Since the day I started driving by myself to college, I drove to 90km/h!! Mwahaahahar! That's quite a record for me as I've never been allowed to drive that fast before! Though I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);" &gt;someone people who just say I drive really slow even at that speed...eh I don't wanna die early larh, my car is rather unstable at high speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to paint my nails green the other day, but kinda failed when I smudged the polish on almost every finger! Bummer....Now maybe I'll go for purple colour! Eheheeh....&lt;br /&gt;Then one of these days I'll go get my brows done the threading way. I heard it's going to be really painful, but I'll give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news...life onnline-ing is getting boring...Nothing to do already. I'll just be here in front of the monitor staring into nothing, or a comic which I randomly surf on the net. My time has been contributed rather &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;unevenly &lt;/span&gt;between cartoons, assignments, cartoons, assignments, cartoon, assignments....you people get the picture, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, for now this is all I want to say...I have a debate to write up, assignments to attend to, books to meet up with, cartoons to laugh with, car to explore with(where's the jack for my car??), money to squirrel away with, and many other things. Lolx...till next time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114164276821608623?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114164276821608623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114164276821608623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114164276821608623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114164276821608623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/03/hectic-butlife-is-just-b-o-r-i-n-g.html' title='Hectic but.....life is just B O R I N G~'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114083339043208362</id><published>2006-02-24T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T06:40:00.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I *nearly* visited Kelana View Park! (where IS this place anyway.....)</title><content type='html'>Today, I was taking the bus home, the usual routine. Bus from Taylors to Kelana Jaya station, then LRT from KJ to Taman Bahagia, then bus from Tmn Bahagia to Damansara Jaya. So I unboarded the LRT. Then waited for the bus. The bus I have to take is 901-B. What I saw was 902-B that day. I assumed that it was the bus, so I quickly boarded it. Silly me...the bus would have to turn right to wards my area, but surprisingly this bus turned left! Omg...I looked at my ticket, and it said Dari : 01 View Park Ke: 01 View Park....omg......wrong bus!!! When the bus reached to a halt at the traffic light, I confirmed with the bus driver. Yeah...it doesn't stop at Damansara Jaya. Thanking him, I came down from the bus and walked back all the way to Taman Bahagia station. Haih....next time I better pay more attention to the signs on the buses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114083339043208362?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114083339043208362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114083339043208362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114083339043208362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114083339043208362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-nearly-visited-kelana-view-park.html' title='I *nearly* visited Kelana View Park! (where IS this place anyway.....)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114048514347746530</id><published>2006-02-21T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:01:53.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brief recap of Monday's rendezvous</title><content type='html'>Monday had been one heck of a day. I drove in the morning for the first time by myself to Taylor's andI assure you that the traffic jam on the way there isn't very pleasing. But of course to de-elevate that tension, I brought a CD to listen to in the car to dissolve all(or at least, some) tension as I drive all the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I passed the toll that morning, there was a division of the road:right to Subang Jaya, left to Subang Airport. Silly me who read the word Subang on the right side turned to the right lane right before I saw the Subang Jaya sign on the left side! I swerve to the left(without looking whether there were cars or not) and stepped on the accelerator hard. Dangerous I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the journey was okay, all I had to do was stick to the left side of the road all the way there, then turn right to where Taylor's is and find parking. Luckily, there's like, ALOT in the morning so I didn't worry so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home was not a challenge, but i missed one turning which is actually a shortcut to the next road I took to go on the first flyover. Alltogether I have to go on 4 flyover to get home...alot eh? But I like because there's no traffic lights on a flyover! Traffic is often smooth and I can get home faster! (Lunch mah....can't stop a hungry girl eh...=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a wrapup on Monday's Rendezvous to and from college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114048514347746530?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114048514347746530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114048514347746530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114048514347746530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114048514347746530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/brief-recap-of-mondays-rendezvous.html' title='A brief recap of Monday&apos;s rendezvous'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-114014742180437863</id><published>2006-02-17T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:06:50.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of intro week</title><content type='html'>Today marks the end of the introduction week at Taylor's. I've seen all my lecturers, the first lectures of all my subjects, and how cold the lecture hall is =P Today also marks the end of the beginning(i have like 3 years to complete, waddya expect??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my subjects for this term are &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Marketing Foundations&lt;/span&gt;(marketer wannabes), &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Managing People and Organisations&lt;/span&gt;(manager wannabes), &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;Accounting for Business&lt;/span&gt;(accountant wannabes *smiles), and lastly &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;Economics for Business&lt;/span&gt;(economist wannabes). Four subjects. To some, this may sound like I have the least subjects to study and everything, until they see the entire overview of the subject + tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't deny that my schedule is really light(Mel, read this! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*Mwahaha*&lt;/span&gt;) Some days I only have 2 hours of a class, other days I have 4 hours of class and tutorials. At most, I only have 2 different lectures/tutorials in a day. Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all other things, the one thing which I find very difficult is the farness of the college. Taylor's is..uhh.....not in bird's eye view &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;AT ALL&lt;/span&gt; from my house, unlike my previous college(if u stand at the top of my roof, you can literally see it! Near eh? :D) But then I consider it an adventure rather a burden when going to college :D &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Many thanks&lt;/span&gt; to one of my friends who offered to take me to college and sometimes back (you know who you are), with a price of course(petrol prices ain't cheap nowadays, look at the taximen! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Base price starts at RM2!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far lecture classes are alright with me. The lecture theater is so cold, you can actually fall asleep fairly easy. Note to self : Need.Sweets.To.Keep.Awake.Or.Else.&lt;br /&gt;No I don't want to flunk any subjects this year(especially Economics!)&lt;br /&gt;I want to do good, or better, excellently, in my subjects, in blur hopes of getting a scholarship then perhaps, perhaps, I can go overseas for my last year XD&lt;br /&gt;But obviously I have to work really hard and really organise my time(which I suck at) to achieve such dreams. People would say, all talk and no action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a post  I did about my intro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-114014742180437863?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/114014742180437863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=114014742180437863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114014742180437863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/114014742180437863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-intro-week.html' title='The end of intro week'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113959810568874214</id><published>2006-02-10T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:01:45.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New college, new environment, new people, new everything!</title><content type='html'>Actually I'm writing this on 2.02am on February 11 but I changed the time so it'll still be February 10...I'm such a time-cheater! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my course at my new college has already commenced, and I had attended it's orientation day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, my friend came to fetch me(I know I ma fan you, soree! &gt;&lt;) to the college. Asked me if I was excited, actually I was more sleepy than excited! =P There were 2 other girls in the car excluding me and her, one whom I'm familiar with in secondary school, the other whom I don't really know, let alone see her. Knew a few new friends today, same course! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a talk in the morning for about 2 hours, and we went there abit late! Oops! We sat at the near front row because of that...&lt;br /&gt;After the talk, the newcomers(meaning those who never have been to the college at all) we asked to go for a campus tour. Those who used to study other courses were to stay at the Lecture Theater. So...I parted from my friends and was on my own with the other fellow coursemates-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead by two juniors, we were taken to tour the floors on the business building, then the ADP building, then back to the business building again. The reason we were at the ADP building is just because the library is there! Okay, it ain't very convenient because we had to cross a road to get to the other building. Heck, why did they separate all the buildings anyway?? If raining then how?? :S I'm not a umbrella-bringing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the tour-leaders were abit tension. Could tell when they explained the floors and other things. Hmm....oh also realised that toilets are referred to and labelled as relief points, and not toilets in the building....canggihnyer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While touring, the group leaders actually did some advertising on their way, giving out leaflets about the Valentine gifts they were selling. No delivery(unlike back in my secondary school), you buy and send it to the person you want to send to by yourself. There was one bottle with pink or blue colour liquid inside, depends on what colour you want. When shaken, it creates this "movements" inside. Quite a pretty sight really, but it'll be boring after awhile. There's the usual message in the bottle, and other gifts which I didn't ponder too long on. No money to buy la, so poor liao. Going to college has made me poor =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, back in the business building, we were introduced to the activities clubs available. Not all clubs' representatives were there, and unfortunately the club I wanted to join(bowling club) is listed there but there were no representatives! *Sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the tour, I escaped! XP Actually I was called to have lunch with a group of friends(6 people to be exact) so I left the tour group. Ahaha~ I hope they don't realise someone's missing! Or else....=P After lunch, 3 of them planned to go and watch a movie(Big Momma's House 2-I wanna watch! Anyone wanna go with me??:D) and the other three(me included) head home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home, I was literally sweating! These days the weather is unpredictable! One minute, it looks like it's gonna rain, the next minute the sun comes out so brightly I can actually boil eggs! Lolx! Okay so I was exagerating on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 something in the afternoon, Mom wanted to go to The Curve. She took me to my previous college to collect my Foundation Certificate. I went to the Examination Department, and to my disappointment, there wasn't anybody there! On the window were the words "Collection of Certificates : 2pm-4pm". At that time, it was already 2.30pm! I waited for quite some time, then gave up and went to the Bursary to collect my refunds from the college. Then was told that it wans't ready yet! Argh! My trip to that college is for nothing! While waiting, my Mom parked the car not far from the entrance, and my siblings were asleep soundly in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head off to The Curve. I was pretty temperamental on the way there, partly because I was sleepy. When I'm sleepy, I get very agitated really fast. I'll scream and jump and throw tantrum if somebody disturbs for no earthly reasons. Sometimes even asking questions is prohibited, because I'll unconciously(or subconciously) diss the person. Sure nobody wanna get dissed right? right? I don't know why, but this year seems to be a very temperamental year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom dragged my siblings and I to Borders. I was replying smses to a certain someone(you know who you are, if you're reading this) while trying to catch some sleep. Then I was dragged once again to Popular Bookstore at Ikano Powercentre. Read this book I saw near the entrance. Hmm...the cover seemed innocent enough, inside got alot of naughty things...eww! Went to the humour section and read joke books =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mom borrowed me money to buy a handphone cover. I didn't need one actually, but my current one was becoming faded already. Probably used it to much because this year is the year which I seem to see myself going out every week. I didn't used to to that in the previous years. I only go out once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove hom and then tried to get some sleep but kept getting messages on my handphone. After a while, got an alert on my handphone stating that the battery power is low. Plug the handphone to charge, and then slept. It was already about 7-something in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what time I woke up? 12am! :O I missed dinner! Okay thank god Mom left some mihun or I'd be eating bread and milk tonight =P Anyway, it's been a long day and omg! it's already 3.01am! Hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go now, adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113959810568874214?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113959810568874214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113959810568874214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113959810568874214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113959810568874214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-college-new-environment-new-people.html' title='New college, new environment, new people, new everything!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113834296013558009</id><published>2006-01-27T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T09:58:37.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to pass the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Arty Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/arty.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr? Arty? Must've gotten it wrong...The answer to the first question "What's your fav subject in high school", i answer Math!! Not Art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Surprised&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/surprised.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see many things through the eyes of a child.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, you're rarely cynical or jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You cherish all of the details in life.&lt;br /&gt;Easily fascinated, you enjoy experiencing new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wah...no wonder I'm always excited over little things...me know now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hair Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild, brilliant, and out of control.&lt;br /&gt;You're a risk taker with an eye to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourfunkyinnerhaircolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild? Nah. Brilliant? Nah. Out of control??? That's absurd. Risk taker? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/private.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans.&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners.&lt;br /&gt;And while you like attention, you value your privacy.&lt;br /&gt;You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO turn on my comments, just that this skin doesn't provide the code. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 229, 222);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 245, 238);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoo? This is for ppl who sleep on their sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(185, 211, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/waterfall.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to persuade and influence others.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around.&lt;br /&gt;The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chun meh?? I wish lo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(244, 184, 184);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Socks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b8f7d0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/socks.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy and warm... but easily lost.&lt;br /&gt;You make a good puppet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/"&gt;What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Easily lost? Aww hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eargh? Dun understand... -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113834296013558009?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113834296013558009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113834296013558009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113834296013558009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113834296013558009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-to-pass-time.html' title='Just to pass the time'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113811766593332763</id><published>2006-01-24T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:47:45.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just out of the blue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989612_icturesRed.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart is Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a title="Quiz, Horoscope, Flash Games, Poems - Quizilla!" href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird...the result on the original web said my heart colour is blue, then when i copy and paste the code, it became red...odd...Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113811766593332763?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113811766593332763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113811766593332763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113811766593332763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113811766593332763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-out-of-blue_24.html' title='Just out of the blue...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113790110531770900</id><published>2006-01-22T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:30:53.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs of the Movie</title><content type='html'>Watched Memoirs of a Geisha with Ah Wei and Ah Wen two days ago. I just got to know that in Japan the show is just called "Sayuri". Which so happens to be the name of the main character after she becomes a real Geisha. All in all the story was okay, some parts were draggy in my opinion, but it's worth watching. Historic really...about someone's life(it's a memoir, duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not elaborate here...very tired, me go sleep, good nightzzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113790110531770900?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113790110531770900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113790110531770900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113790110531770900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113790110531770900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-movie.html' title='Memoirs of the Movie'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113755599850545433</id><published>2006-01-18T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:05:00.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late encounter with Mr. R.U.D.E.</title><content type='html'>Was working as the only floor attendant after Mel went off work. The night went smoothly, and I was so happy I don't have to deal with OOTO (out-of-the-ordinary) customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;NO~&lt;/span&gt; fate had to strike me that unfortunate night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at about 9.15pm according ot my supervisor's watch, 3 customer came to have a late night dinner. One of the customer whose voice I know just too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shyt, I thought. It couldn't be...but...oh no....the horrors....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's him again! Argh! His voice is so loud it's impossible to say that you didn't evesdrop his conversations! Not like I don't evesdrop on customers' conversations =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I had to serve him and his friends that night.&lt;br /&gt;When I took his order, it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Are you ready to order?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh ah...erm...okay lah, ready.&lt;br /&gt;Me : What would you like to order?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Are you *insert one colleague name here* ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hmm? OH no I'm not. She went home already. Her shift was over.&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh I see...who are you then?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;Him : And your surname?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Tan&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh, so you are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Tan &lt;/span&gt;lah? *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hmm? Excuse me? *clueless*&lt;br /&gt;Him : Harh? You don't understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Tan &lt;/span&gt;ah? You Hokkien is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No la, I'm Teochew.  &lt;------------I lied -_-" I'm really Hokkien but it's none of his business anyway&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh...Johor ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *hesitates* Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Him : *points at friend* He also from Johor.&lt;br /&gt;Friend #1 : You from where Johor? *insert name of place here* ah?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Err...I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;Friend #2 : *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Him : Ahaha nevermind. Okay I want to order now. Eih, what you want to order ah? *asks Friend #2*&lt;br /&gt;Friend #2 : Fish and Chips lo &lt;-----he orders FnC everytime! Don't get sien wan ah...&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh, then you leh? *asks Friend #1*&lt;br /&gt;Friend #1 : Oh me ah...lamb shank ah&lt;br /&gt;Him : Okay, the I take Teriyaki Chicken Fillet, but change it to drumstick instead of fillet.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, please giveme a moment to ask my supervisor if that's possible...&lt;br /&gt;Him : Aiyoh no need wan lah! Your Chinese Fried Rice also got, sure got alot of stock wan! No need to ask la&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh *oi, who owns the cafe, you or my boss harh???* then what would you like to drink then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda forgot what drinks they ordered. Aih. Nevermind, skip that. I felt that sometimes, customers get abit overboard with the waiter/waitress' personal details. I feel so penetrated! Unless he is my close friend, then I won't mind, but this is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, I actually drew a picture about this situation here :&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/1600/pissycustomers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/pissycustomers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous, I know. This is the reason why this post was peding for so long. Needed to get the scanner plugged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113755599850545433?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113755599850545433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113755599850545433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113755599850545433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113755599850545433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/late-encounter-with-mr-rude.html' title='Late encounter with Mr. R.U.D.E.'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113738767428801124</id><published>2006-01-16T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:36:10.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of fortunate events</title><content type='html'>-- 12 January 2005 --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a victim of procrastination. Everytime there's a dinner which requires at the very least, a semi-formal attire, one always prepares all neccessities a few days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Whereas me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to rush-shop on that very day itself! Huahhuah! The day before, I used my break time, and rushed between eating and browsing for the perfect attire! not to mention i need shoes, makeup, and all that blah sorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many many many thanks to Rachel Lee for noting that The Curve has many nice clothes which can fit into me puny budget! Yay! Rae you're a life saver!&lt;br /&gt;I drove me miserable self to The Curve that rushy afternoon and loked around for pretty dinner dresses. Saw one in a shop, which sold quite alot of dinner dresses. Tried a green and a pink one. Half way through, Nick called.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to join him at 1 Utama if I planned to shop at the said place. Opps....he couldn't join, The Curve so far. Taxi farres are getting more expensive. Huhuhu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my shopping alone, was gonna buy the green dress, but decided that there might be other places which offer nicer, cheaper choices. On was Niche Fashion City. Hell yeah the dresses there were nice. And HELL yeah the prices are "nice" as well. Did I mention my budget is puny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out and got a reload card for my phone. Been about almost a month since I reloaded. And it was that long that it had been expired. Went one floor down and saw this shop at a corner. Feel Fashion. Wen inside and inquired about dinner dresses. The sales girl merely pointed at a tiny section at a corner. Browse....prices are above me budget. Then saw one...purple...almost tight-fitting dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect! Nyahaha, the price is rather reasonable too. Tried it on. Was abit low on the upper part...other than that, it's nice! Bought it, and left on a mission for a pair of suitable heels.&lt;br /&gt;Swank offered nice heels. I bought a rather simple white casual-cum-formal heels, which suited the dress nicely. Then went to Watson and bought eyebrow liner, purple nail polish(to match the dress), and debated with myself on whether the get the Maybeline Cover Stick for my face, but then didn't buy it. Was looking for the new Stila Funky Eye Highlights pencil eyeliner/shadow sticks. But it was all sold out at Watson! *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to 1 Utama 1 hour and 30 minutes before the dinner. Should have gone home but....really really wanted the Stila pencil colour thingie....saw Mel, she teman-ed me go Watson and look, but they're sold out as well! Grr....&lt;br /&gt;Then Mel had to go coz her break was over. Me went on to Guardian in hopes that they still have the pencil. Yeap, they did!! New arrival some more!!! XD Tried the pink one on my eye(which JayC later on commented me to be unhygenic--hey, I AM hygenic! gonna wash my face later mah....)&lt;br /&gt;In the end, got the purple one, coz it's the nearest match to my pink-purple outfit.&lt;br /&gt;Later on Jaycee tried the eye highlight pencil on Melissa and me, and hey, it's nice! XD&lt;br /&gt;So so so later wore the eyelight pencil to the dinner. But before that...my dress's strap broke when I was in the rush to get to the car! Ack! Took about 15 minutes to fix it back. I thought it totally broke, but actually it's the strap which unhooked itself. *Phew....thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner was gooooood! I have to say, the organisers have done a really good job! The food rocks! Though I never tasted them all....but they're good, really.&lt;br /&gt;There were many people from otehr intakes as well, even January 2006! I saw one of the girls in Sinma when I was debating on having my hair done there or not(which i didn't).&lt;br /&gt;They did lucky draw a few times, and dang! almost got my number, but missed by one! argh! &gt;_&lt; The first lucky draw, the lucky winners had to dance with each other passionately on the stage(which they refused, but is given the prize anyway...) The second lucky draw, the winners had to eat something which is the combination of certain weird food together. Really disgusting! Reminds me of Fear Factor. :-X The third lucky draw, the winners have to catwalk. But there's a catch;guys have to catwalk the girls' way, and the girls' have to cat walk the guys' way! Heh. Syaril did a short girls' way catwwalk(which he did while shaking his booty) and guys' way catwalk(walks dully) before urging the winners to follow him! Lolx! But the winners were to shy to do it. They got the prizes anyway. The fourth and last lucky draw, i'm not sure what the winners were supposed to do, but the heck with it! I don't care...was really dark and was pissed because my camera's shutter speed and aperture sucked! Argh! My pics are darker than the original thing...oh well.... Then they showed a slide show, a flashback of year 2005. There was something wrong with the pictures as the top half was kinda....blurred outta vision. So there were words we couldn't read properly. =( But overall the slideshow was touching...year 2005 passed so fast before my eyes I could hardly believe it. Now with most of us parting to the country down under and the country with the cleanest water, I'm unsure if we would ever meet again. I really miss the times when we were in class laughing at Miss Leena's jokes and acting stupid in front of her! =P There was a brief dancing session but i forgot which lucky draw it was between... Nevermind...I didn't do any dancing that night...but my dear Computing Studies lecturer did an almost wild dance with her sporting boyfriend! Huah! I managed to get a picture but it was so dark so I didn't know what I was pointing at...lolx! There were other lecturers and some students who danced for awhile. Other than that, the night ended after the slideshow. Stayed back with Neeraa for awhile as she is waiting for her parents to fetch her. There were other of my classmates there, taking memorable pictures of each other, with each other. I took some, but shall not put it here. Nyahaha. After Neeraa went, I went to look for my car. I was searching on floor B1, but after 5 minutes then remembered my car was at floor B2! Malunyer aku.... By the time i reached home, it was about midnight. Late yeah, I changed, and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- 14 January 2005 --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayC and Mel asked me if I wanted to join them...shopping! XD My second past time besides being idle at home. So so so...the meeting time at The Curve was 12pm. I was rushing like crazy because I got the green light from my parents at 11.30am! So I had to bath, change, do the neccessary before 11.45am! But being the klutz, i only left my house at 12.05pm!(oops!) Arrived at The Curve at about 12.15...then called Mel. Aikz....found out that she's still at home! What the... The both of them only came at about 12.30! While waiting, I went into Body Shop, and bought this little loofah with a butterfly shape on it...don't know for what but I find it cute. Then walked around outside The Body Shop, and spotted this mini clothes bazaar inside The Curve. Looked around, and saw 2 really cute skirts! XD One was a skirt with the word Roxy printed on it(a fake, no doubt), another is a fashionably crinkly white skirt, which will match really well with a red top I'm going to wear on the first day of CNY. Didn't buy those skirts though, waited until JayC and Mel comes, then we all head off to...the Curve Open Bazaar! They have alot of things on sale there...really nice, but some which don't suit my taste. Alot of "RM10 for 3" earrings stalls available there...really nice earrings but didn't buy any...I have alot I haven't even worn yet! :P After awhile of browsing....realised we kinda lost JayC amongst the customers and sellers....she went ahead of Mel and I. Found her at a bags(?) stall. Haha...went one round and didn't find anything I wanna buy(but they were really nice things! argh! the horror~~! =P) Then after one round around the stalls, wanted to get something to eat and saw this "Winter Warmers Coffee and Tea House" cafe nearby. Very elegant lookin' place we got here eh... Looked at the price. Oh, very elegant prices as well...lolx... Inside... Huah....the place is furnished to taste! XD Elegance play a role i guess....everything from the services to the teacups are of elegance and beauty. Oh wait....so the waiter isn't beautiful....=P Had...hot chocolate and ice cream for meself, JayC had a iced green tea and Mel had.....something.....omg i forgotten! Sorry Mel! Gomen gomen... The hot chocolate is delicious! Actually I already had too much chocolate for the week but the heck with it! Wahaaha! And the ice cream....is just ----&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;Aahahaah...i think I had sugar rush 'cause I was unusually happy....maybe JayC was right about me having sugar rush...eep! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after having that short break (shopping hits really hard on me legs....owwww!) walked around abit more outside...then saw this nice little bangles stall. 12 Bangles for RM6. So tempting! But didn't buy....in case i go literally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;broke&lt;/span&gt; later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked into the inside bazaar of The Curve. Alot of things are going at a cheap price! XD I finally bought that white crinkly skirt, and the Roxy white skirt! XD Yay~ now can match with the tops Mom bought for me last week! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...I also got a new handbag! JayC went like "you need a new bag, dear" and showed me this &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;playboy handbag! But it was in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...I took the white one instead. The pink one was equally nice, but it is going to be hard to match with my outfit. (sorry JayC! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around browsing other stalls, but found nothing of my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enough browsing, decided to head on home....was pretty late and I promised Mom I will be home early for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Taman Megah for dinner. That night I had HK style chee cheong fun(so little...), kerang, waffle, chips, ice-cream. Bloated~!&lt;br /&gt;Then walk around the pasar malam. So many nice clothes! I bought some tops...can't find any nice skirts. There were some....but they were 3 times more expensive than my tops sum up together that I didn't buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought meself a new long wallet. Roxy leh...but fake la. Can't never ever afford the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;After this round of shopping, I was pretty contented having spent so much money in a day. Come to think of it I've never splurged so much in my life! Eheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113738767428801124?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113738767428801124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113738767428801124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113738767428801124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113738767428801124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/series-of-fortunate-events.html' title='A series of fortunate events'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113669815546367888</id><published>2006-01-08T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:00:39.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your bill is two hundred and ninety, miss"</title><content type='html'>Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.this. Mel, JayC, and I went to eat at Jack's Place yesterday(to try it out!). We had one slice of tiramisu cake, one slice of cheesecake, a Peach Melba(slices of peach with fresh cream in clear glass), and a banana split. Oh and three glass of plain skyjuice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out the waiter was just joking! Haha. He hadn't had enough sleep the night before so he "purposely" read the bill wrong! It caught the 3 of us off though! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. After  paying the supposed amount, went to *where I work* to chill. Noting this is a Saturday, it's of course, full. Was plannin to get me pay but the bosses went out already! Dang! Oh well, next time then. No rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on went to Yippee Cup. Didn't order anything. JayC and Mel ordered a drink each, and we started to play Jenga! we were seated in the Smoking Area. When another group o' customers came and seated at the table next to ours, their smoking can kill man! I hate the smell of smoke! If it isn't so much then I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While playing the nice nice Jenga set, can actually hear the group next to us saying things like "Eh, belum jatuh lagi la" "Ingatkan dah jatuh, masih diri lagi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stood about twice it's original height, and was going to reach 2 and a half...but.......BLANG! Aikz, it's didn't reach! Haha. Had a good game though! :D We played about 3 times more, then head off to FOS. The clothes there...are cute but rather big for me.&lt;br /&gt;Browse browse....then Mel had to go. Left me and JayC. Saw JayC hold something in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;Wahwah! A cute pants with dices on it! And the dices has heart shaped patterns on it instead of the usual boring dots! Damn kawaii! XD&lt;br /&gt;After paying, we left FOS and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm supposed to finish this post weeks ago. Abit late on   poasting. Sorry -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113669815546367888?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113669815546367888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113669815546367888' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113669815546367888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113669815546367888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-bill-is-two-hundred-and-ninety.html' title='&quot;Your bill is two hundred and ninety, miss&quot;'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113647983898190029</id><published>2006-01-05T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T08:50:39.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barperson for a day...</title><content type='html'>Went to work at 2pm today.First thing when I came in was.....to be a barperson for today. My first reaction was "What?! NooOOoooOOOOooOooooOooOoOOo!!!!" But what to do...The colleague who usually is in charge of the bar is on leave, and it's either me or another colleague who is capable of doing the bar, so they chose me(Why?!?!!?). Obviously the new person who joined us(Eason/Jay/whatever your name was) have not a single tuppence of idea of how to operate the bar, so forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so busy throughout the time Mel was there. Chatted with Mel and Jay/Eason/HY(the bosses gave him pseudonyms so I have no idea which he's using...), until about 4 or 5 something where a customer or 2 came in. I wasn't very organised when doing the orders(since when was I ever organised anyway?). Gave the soup in late, then made the drinks late, because there wasn't any music because there was something wrong with the CD i think. Argh! Freakin' CD!! I changed like...2 CDs but the results are still the same. *groan* I think the machine needs the "Boss-touch" because when he tried the fourth CD, it worked! Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yong sui guy came again, ordered something different this time(Oh wah, I'm "impressed"). Huh...sent the food to him. Idiot asked about my work days. Dude....what's so interesting about my work days man??? I just acted sarcastically to him, and left after he paid for his meal. When I showed him the bill he was like "So expensive kah?" It didn't occur to me that I had actually punched the wrong amount!! Crap! It was like....half an hour later then I realised my mistake! Damn, had to go back and apologise. Haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...after Mel left, the shop started getting abit busy. Not that very busy though. I managed to handle(with mistakes no doubt). But got through it today. It the first time I closed bar by myself, with the guidance of one of the bosses. I have to say, it's not as tiring as being on the outside floor(meaning, the waitressing job itself, you know...serving, taking orders, this n that). But of course being in the bar meaning you have to be fast in whatever you do, if not...the kitchen people would bising about things not getting done and stuff...and I'll be in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped the cook to throw rubbish today. The second time I when to the "most beautiful place in the world" according to another boss. Whoa! The stench can kill! Urgh! Throw the rubbish and cleaned the bin fast, then head back to the shop. I locked the shutters and left one open because the bosses are still inside checking stuff. Then one of the boss called me..."Hey barperson! You forgot to keep the ice!!" Oh heck! But the other boss did the job. Phew! Tomorrow cannot forget oh...or else.....&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went home, and now on the computer of course. That's about it. Sleepy now. Tomorrow gotta work again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113647983898190029?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113647983898190029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113647983898190029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113647983898190029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113647983898190029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/barperson-for-day.html' title='Barperson for a day...'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113622107107215628</id><published>2006-01-03T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T08:15:33.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You look like a Japanese"</title><content type='html'>Oh god. It ain't a new thing if someone randomly comes up to me and say "You look like a Japanese." It's not like I'm a decendant of one, there isn't anyone in my family who is of Japanese descent. Haha. So far nobody has spoken to me in Japanese or Korean yet. I hope there wouldn't be any =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've already worked for a month!!! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;Time passed really fast. The new year has passed! I spend the new year sleeping though. Nthing special. My new year resolution is still the same thing. I recycle every year =P which is to not procrastinate. And I still procrastinate though =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else....oh, I have yet to register for college. Couldn't find time to go and apply. Whatsmore, I haven't gotten my CNY shopping done yet. Today I checked my wardrobe for a dress for the dinner since I won't have time to accompany Neeraa to KL to buy a dress =( Found a nice dress, now to get the makeup. 1 Utama would have alot so since I'm working there, I can walk around during my breaktime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that would be all for now. Really sleepy. *yawns* =P Goodnight people! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113622107107215628?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113622107107215628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113622107107215628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113622107107215628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113622107107215628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-look-like-japanese.html' title='&quot;You look like a Japanese&quot;'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113553682876975647</id><published>2005-12-25T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:19:04.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the snowman alone and thou shalt be in Santa's good children list</title><content type='html'>Poor Snowman. Everyday, he gets raped and molested by thousands of children(and not to mention, adults). I wonder, do they(or will they) ever pity the snowman? Will they pity the person who did the snowman? Did they ever wonder the cost that was incurred in MAKING the snowman? I bet they didn't, obviously. I happened to encounter a few parents who just don't give a tuppence about reading the sign at the bottom of the snowman, and let their child/children play with and pull out the wool. Talk about ignorance. When I did approach them about the sign, they just tell me words like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent #1: Don't worry, nothing will happened to the snowman wan. (Me: huh? oh that's what you think. There will be thousands that have come and will come to do the same thing, you ain't the only one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent #2: She's(his daughter) just a kid okay! *walks off hufftily* (Me: Well, you could AT LEAST read the sign and not just stand there and let your daughter STILL touch the wool though I have told her not to nicely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another time when a large family of about 6 came. 2 adults, 3 kids and an infant. After I took their orders, the kids began to vandalize the snowman! The boy went and tried to "chop" of the snowman's hand, and the girls were stroking(pulling out) the snowman's wool. Goodness! Thank god their attention moved to the Playstation 2. Was I glad when they left after finishing their meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. The snowman's pretty fragile now if you ask me. *sob* New year's a-coming. The snowman can finally RIP(Rest In Pieces) =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113553682876975647?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113553682876975647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113553682876975647' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113553682876975647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113553682876975647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/12/leave-snowman-alone-and-thou-shalt-be.html' title='Leave the snowman alone and thou shalt be in Santa&apos;s good children list'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113496224958025598</id><published>2005-12-19T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T19:17:29.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a hard day</title><content type='html'>I had wanted to write this earlier on, full with swear words and stuff, but the anger has subsided, so this is gonna be "soft ranting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Friday. I had been warned quite a few times that on Fridays it would be packed so I was ready to be at people's services. Fortunately, during my shift it wasn't packed so I was asked to train as barperson. Okay, I thought. I went in and made some drinks for new customers, and punch the bill. One of the bosses was training me, he taught me how to punch bill, and settle the bill as well. So, I got it the first time and was contented with myself(abit early to be isn't it). Then later, another boss asked me to repeat what I had learned. Halfway, he taught me another method, and I got things mixed up. It basically lead to the same thing, but my brain is kinda slow in registering things. At that point, a customer wanted to settle his bill. The boss asked me to just press one last button, but I forgotten which one because his method confused me. The customer was eye-ing me, and got impatient really fast. He just came up to the bar and said to my boss "Stop screwing her up and get this done with". The boss just punch out the bill, and the customer paid. Before he took his change, he said "this one...difficult to train". I wanted to scream at him. Excuse ME, but I have had a tough time with the machine, and one slight can cause the machine to make that face-twitching, ear-piercing sound! HAH! I would like to see HIM try the machine! I didn't though. My boss was there, and I didn't want to spark off a commotion at the cafe, so I kept silent throughout the ordeal. After that, my boss asked me to continue what I had left off earlier on, but I couldn't take it. I actually went out of the cafe and cried in the loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time, Mel came and consoled me. Later on Miko came as well. I have to thank the both of them, seriously. I stayed in the toilet pretty long though. I was shredding tissue paper in the toilet with my pen(like stabbing that old man like crazy) in one of the cubicle. Nobody knows though =P Later on, things went like usual in the cafe. I had to drive my car out and into 1 Utama again. The jam outside was subsiding, thank god. The rest are history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, it WAS packed, especially during lunchtime. Yi-Lin joined me later during break, and I came back a bit late. The fish and chips at Fish and Co was a big portion and it took quite some time to come. By the time I dig into my food, I had only 8 minutes left. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;Creeping into the evening, the number of customers subsided, and eventually I can mop the floor. Sometimes, when it's time to mop the floor, a customer comes in, and my work is disturbed. Sometimes, the customers(just that one table) won't leave for hours! There was once when a family(I assumed) came in(3 ladies and a man) sat and chat and discused about something for 2 and a half hours! And I was waiting that long as well to mop the floor. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Saturday...the evening there was not many customers, but there was one particular grumpy old man. When I asked him about the food, he said "Ahh..later. *gesturing for me to go away* I have ate here before, so I know" . I was about to leave, then he told me that the prawns are abit not fresh. I offered to change them for him, but he decline. Went off to tell the barperson, and then offered to fry another 2 prawns for the customer. The customer was like "Up to you la".  He doesn't seem to bother about anything! Argh! &gt;_&lt; After the prawns came, he was pretty contented with them. Phew.... Went to wash the dishes, then leave at 6pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113496224958025598?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113496224958025598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113496224958025598' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113496224958025598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113496224958025598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-was-hard-day.html' title='It was a hard day'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113466112257649661</id><published>2005-12-15T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T07:38:42.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offdays are useless</title><content type='html'>My offdays are useless. Why? Because on my offdays, I have other equally important things to do. Right now the things I HAVE to get done are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get my MyKad done (done this morning, took the whole day!)&lt;br /&gt;2) Get the Christmas presents done&lt;br /&gt;3) Get my college transfer approval&lt;br /&gt;4) If number 3 succeeds, then my college stuff needs tending to&lt;br /&gt;5) Need to get my dress and other things done for the upcoming Pre-U dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not really an offday. Some people take their offdays as days to go shopping, veging out at home, but I have no idea why I'm always busy. Maybe I'm just the type who procrastinates and then panics when the due dates are around the corner. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, sometimes I think I'm often coming up with something to do. Like, I can never sit still and mayhe just watch tv or something. It's been quite LONG since I sat in front of the tv for minimum 2 hours. Unless it's a movie of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have come up with a new interest. My interest doesn't always last long. Now, photography. I'll probably get some film for the non-digital camera I have. It's much better than the digital camera I have to say, but the digital one of course offers direct image editing in the computer. So I'm weighing between the two. With the non-digital, I get to take clearer pictures, but I have to pay to get the photos done. With the digital camera, i dun need to have the negative washed(cause it doesn't have any in the first place!), just transfer into my computer, do a little editing, and it's all done! :D But the image would be rather blur because the digital camera isn't the good type. Who has ever heard of a Grand Vision camera anyway??? Hmm....whatsmore it eats ALOT of battery power, and mine is not the rechargeble type. Oh well, its probably just a "for-awhile" kind of hobby, so maybe I'll just get a couple of films for the old camera, and batteries for the digital one and try both. Hehe. But sometimes I have to say the digital camera's photos ain't so bad.....only after editing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more towards pictures with no humans inside. More like...nature. Planning to take some of Mom's flowers and then print them on a paper, make a postcard out of it and send to Claudia. Hehe. Should try one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more news on work. Just met with a rather weird couple yesterday. The man asked for my name. It's rather odd being addressed at my name. Like, "Thanks, Michelle". "How are you Michelle?". Kinda.....creeps me out if I don't know the person. Hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113466112257649661?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113466112257649661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113466112257649661' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113466112257649661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113466112257649661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/12/offdays-are-useless.html' title='Offdays are useless'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113444084821225346</id><published>2005-12-13T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:29:14.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stand : Sales Assistant to Waitress</title><content type='html'>First thing I wanna say is : I hate being a waitress!! I guess I just realised I can't take orders from people too much. It's getting rather annoying. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough ranting up there. On with the...blog. Today is my 7th day of working, and I'm on the verge on quitting. Dunno whether I should or not, and how to in the first place. I've already promised them I'd work till end of January. Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everynight, after work, in order to release stress, I'll be bashing something on the PS2, mostly violence games la of course. Oh, and I have got to get new controllers as well. The current one seems abit weird already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been purchasing games from shops since I'm in 1 Utama like, 6 days a week hehe. Supposed to save for the upcoming dinner in January but...oh well. Some are violent games(you'd know what for...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing so many movies(Harry Potter 4, Chronicles of Narnia, Aeon Flux-i heard that this one sucked, and Pontianak 2 Harum Sundal Malam). Really want to watch but one day off a week isn't really going to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whats with all the people demanding to food to come faster, and wouldn't believe that the food is actually on the way(I have been warned of demanding customers. "Just assure them that the food is on the way" the boss said. Har.). Then sometimes I made mistakes in the order, and then I get the tsk-tsk look from one of the bosses(there are 3 by the way, and often two of them comes to the cafe to look at how things are going). I have yet to balance two tall glass drinks on the tray. If they fall then.....ouch. Me being so kecik(small sized) IS an obvious disadvantage here. I have to take a chair to get my bag from the top of the refrigerator, the counter is abit on the high side, everyone there is taller AND they seem to think I'm underage. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, just releasing some steam here. So early already got steam aihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had more fun being a sales assistant last time than a waitress. There are demanding customers occasional, but it doesn't take someone long to get a smaller/bigger sized clothe so long, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I leave, I just realised that my previous post is the 100th. Lolx. So fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113444084821225346?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113444084821225346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113444084821225346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113444084821225346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113444084821225346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-stand-sales-assistant-to-waitress.html' title='My Stand : Sales Assistant to Waitress'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113366374281659128</id><published>2005-12-04T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:29:31.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of IELTS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my last IELTS class. Nothing much to say about it, abit boring. This coming Saturday would be my exam for IELTS. Hmm....everything is okay, except the essay part and the speaking part. I have to find some samples for the essay. The lecturer didn't bother to explain the essay part since my classmates and I came one class later. Speaking....just have to dig out some general knowledge stuff(like a historical place in Petaling Jaya, and what's jazz mean and stuff like that). That's about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna start work. 2 in the afternoon. I'll probably take bus go there at 11am(just for the fun of it =P). OR maybe drive, but I doubt I can find a parking lot. Weird is that I'm not really excited about this job, unlike the one I worked last time(I used to be a sales assistant). Lolx...maybe once I got a taste of the real world, it ain't fun anymore hmm? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an email yesterday. A dinner is to be held for the Pre-U students(includes last year's July'04, exclude this year's July'05). Semi-formal is the dresscode. Hmm...Neeraa said that there's nice dresses at shops at Petaling Street. Gonna SO check it out! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it. Nothing much happening really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is my 100th post! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113366374281659128?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113366374281659128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113366374281659128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113366374281659128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113366374281659128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-ielts.html' title='Last day of IELTS'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113306152181922045</id><published>2005-11-26T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:18:41.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clashes</title><content type='html'>Oo...for the month of December, there have two days which has two events in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is on December 3rd. Earlier on I attended a Leo Club meeting, and they had proposed a visit to a kids' home somewhere for Christmas celebration. The place is yet to be decided, but the time would be around 10.30 to about 12 or 1 in the afternoon. And~ I can't go for it. I just realised yesterday's IELTS class!(Would you believe it, I tend to remember things during events. Though I'm not sure why I can't remember on the day they proposed to go to the kids' home -_-") The thought surfaced when it struck me that I'm having IELTS on the 3rd! IELTS is from 9.30am-12.30pm. This is one class I cannot afford to miss because per class costed alot of money and it would be my last class, which is the mock test for listening! Ack! I have to let go the hope of visiting a kids' home. It's been along time since I last went to one, was back in Form 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking of quitting LEO Club altogether. Seems like alot of outings are clashing with one of my schedule or another. I've been told that my participation is crucial. Must not miss unless I have something solid to back me up. Worst, usually the proposed events are on Saturday. I'm having IELTS on Saturdays, 3rd being the last class, and 10th being my exam day. I'm going to be working at well, so this makes things worst. I can't keep telling my supervisor that I have events frequently, they might as well fire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second would be December 5th. I have to get my foundation results on that day, and go for first day of work at 1 Utama. I hope I can get the results before I go work. If not, I have to get it the day after. Doesn't really clash, but well, I might miss getting my results. This time around, they didn't set the result-taking time to 3pm or any other times. Yeah! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else should I blog about...oh, I've been searching for songs lately and a kind friend(Kingsley) told me to go to IsoHunt to find. Yeah! Thanks alot! Now i can indulge in nice songs(after a long time! =P) Got alot of Korean TV show songs downloaded. Got original soundtracks from Summer Scent and Memories of Bali. Now trying to get Lovers in Paris, but the downloads are slow as seeders are often not there. It's been three days and it's ONLY 13.4%! &gt;_&lt; Super Rookie's soundtracks could not be found. No matter, I didn't take notice of the song anyway =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been hooked on Beat Down : Fist of Vengeance. It's a PS2 game I came across few days ago. I noticed it among a pile of games few days before the exam. I only started playing now. Due to that, I've delayed my game in Resident Evil 4(hey, this game is scary!). I'm hooked on BD, so I'll play that game for awhile. I have to say, it's like Urban Chaos and Tekken in it. Where you run around as a crook( in UC you're a policewoman), and have battles(group or one-on-one like in Tekken). This game one must be good at planning attacks, because simply pressing buttons here and there doesn't work(I've learned it the hard way). Really nice. Though the loading times can be a pain. I wonder why it takes so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is about all. Nothing else at the moment. Thinking of starting a little business for some dime. Lolx. That's gonna be impossible this while, yea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113306152181922045?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113306152181922045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113306152181922045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113306152181922045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113306152181922045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/11/clashes.html' title='Clashes'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113259101146403997</id><published>2005-11-21T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:05:08.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't my lucky day...but i got exercise though</title><content type='html'>Got woken up today at 8am by my alarm. Turned it off and slept for another hour before realising I have to be in KLCC today before noon. Ate breakfast and told mom about where I was going. Happy that she volunteers to send me to KJ station. I don't have to wait for the bus yeah!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left, she asked me to measure the door cause she wanted to get new curtains to replace to old ones. Took quite some time. I dropped by Projet's new 7-11(used to be Destina) shop and bought a card and a bag for Neeraa. Yeah she's 18 today! :D Big girl already...heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i reached KJ station, it was 11.07am. Bought a ticket and went into the LRT. Happened to carry a handbag so was kinda scared if there were snatch thieves around &gt;_&lt; Reached KLCC at 11.37am. Neeraa wasn't there yet, and Xiao Wei definitely aren't there yet either. So I went up a flight of stairs to see the KLCC building high high up, and took a picture of it. Dang, the camera's screen wasn't wide enough, so I couldn't take a full view of the building :( After a while Neeraa called to ask where I was, and spotted the red car her dad drives. Wee~~ she's there! Went around KLCC. Then saw Chameleon and went it. It kind of like a Sinma-like place. All the accessories and all the girls who clamour to check and buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw alot of nice earrings. Hehe, as usual, I bought some earrings(again). I think I have to do something about the pile of earrings I got. Too many I think. It like, everytime I go out, i sure come back with at least one pair. It's becoming a habit. Xiao Wei came and met us in Chameleon. After browsing in the shop, went around KLCC. Decided to have lunch at Secret Recipe. Neeraa and I had a slice each of Cheese Choc. Xiao Wei had a slice of Chocolate Mud Cake. Mmmm....it was really delicious. Cheesy, and filing. Couldn't go for a movie, I didn't bring enough money. So so sorry though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we couldn't watch a movie, we went around shops, like Girls. There are nice pretty things there. Damn....if only i had brought enough money... Nevermind, there's Girls in 1 Utama as well. Nearer for me. There's still that little Teddy Tales little kiosk there. Saw the same black bag i bought. This time they didn't put any bells or anything around it. Looked plain from far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we head for the LRT station, we did a last minute browse in Watson. Xiao Wei was looking at a row of foundation, and wiped some on my face! Oh my god, thank god it was the same colur as my face, or else....*looks at Xiao Wei menacingly..* Succeeded in putting perfune on Neeraa as a birthday "disaster" on her. Ehehheheh. It was fun....until we found out she's allergic to perfume :O&lt;br /&gt;Crap...I hope nothing happens to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the LRT station. Neeraa drops off at KKL Central. We went down with her and took some pictures before the next LRT comes. Neeraa leaves to go to the KTM area to wait for her dad. Xiao Wei and I went on the LRT. We chatted awhile. Then Xiao Wei gets off at Taman Bahagia, and I at Kelana Jaya station. Called mom but she wasn't home to fetch me. So I thought I'll take the Putra Feeder bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only then that I realised the Putra Feeder bus leaves from Taman Bahagia and not from Kelana Jaya station!! Argh! I didn't have enough money for a taxi so I walked from the station back to my house. It was a loooooooong walk alright. And what's with all those idiots who whistled while I was walking!! Stupid taxis which horns everytime they pass me. Look, I don't need a taxi, unless it's a free ride HOME, and not to some other discreet places. Reached home. By that time my mom was home already. Argh! I had exercise though. Feeling less tired already. But I slept for an hour later =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I finally got a call 3 days ago. From one of the places I applied for a job. Most unexpected. Coz I was hoping I won't get that job. A waitress. Hm...I'll probably start on December 1, if I can. That's all now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113259101146403997?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113259101146403997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113259101146403997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113259101146403997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113259101146403997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/11/aint-my-lucky-daybut-i-got-exercise.html' title='Ain&apos;t my lucky day...but i got exercise though'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113222081000509080</id><published>2005-11-17T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:46:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not-So Wanted</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I took a taxi(by myself) to 1 Utama in search for a part-time job since I'm on holiday. Don't know why, the first place I went to was Girls, but they didn't have any more vacancy available. Then went around aimlessly. Saw "Shop A" having a part-time vacancy. Went in and inquire about the job. The salesperson there just asked me to leave my name and contact number, and they'll call me. Hmm...I like the hours, but it's only a three-days job. If I do get it, what am I gonna do for the rest of the week? Nevermind. Went around and passed Tribal Spirit, but stopped abruptly because I saw Kryztine inside! :D Stayed there and chatted for quite awhile, found out she had been working for 11 days already! She actually counted. Then went out and walked and ended up at the ground floor of the new wing. Saw Womens' Secret with a "Wanted" sign out in the front. Went in, and applied and was asked to come the next day for an interview. In the end, I didn't go =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Walked around some more and saw Heng Seng, Pek Ying, and Joanne at Presents4U. Chatted awhile, found out they're all doing AusMat at Sunway University College. Then bid goodbye, and walked on. Asked for vacancy at a couple more shops but the vacancy is either full already or is full-time only or they require Chinese-speaking people. Frustrated, went back to Tribal Spirit andchatted some more with Kryz. At 5, decided to go and try Memory Lane, as Kryztine said. Been there, but they had no more vacancy :( Head on to MPH, went there, but was too scared to ask &gt;_&lt; Went out, then just loiter around 1 Utama. Decided to have a McFlurry with Oreos (nyum! XD) But changed my mind to a Sundae. Then went to ask Gifts2Go but their vacancy is full already. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The day before I went 1 Utama to find a job, I went around Atria to look for one. I gave up on HeBe. Can't even communicate with the manager properly. Korean person :S I applied at Delifrance, but I cannot hope so much because the way the supervisor there took my application is like "sambil lewa". Forget it man! ):(  If you're just laying me off, then just say that you don't want me! Don't give me false hope okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today itself, I tagged with my mom and siblings to 1 Utama for lunch at McD's. After that, mom wanted to go Jusco, and she gave me 45 minutes to go where I want to go. Went around looking for a job again. Then saw "Shop B" and tried. Waitressing. Gonna be my first time. But it's a small place, hehe. Can't put too much hope, they prefered someone who can work for quite some time, unlike me. There were other places which had vacancy, but (haha) those places are rather big. &gt;_&lt; I may be choosy, but I wanna focus on working at small places before proceeding to big ones :D Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today I got to know my foundation results, though not specifically. I passed everything, but I wasn't given the grade. Have to wait till December 5. Then IELTS exam results is 2 weeks after the exam, and the IELTS exam certificate comes one month after the exam. Damn! So darn long! :(  Am I dissapointed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm still pretty torn between continuing my studies to become an accountant or take classes to become a beautician. There are pros and cons in both jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accountant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1) High demand - every single company needs at least an accountant, sure to find a job somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;2) Office job, fixed salary.&lt;br /&gt;3) Is able to become chartered accountant or professional accountant, and doing auditing and taxation pays good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1) You'd be doing the same thing everytime (Journal, Cashbook, Ledger, Year-End Accounts...) Bo-o-ring.&lt;br /&gt;2) Accountants don't really have alot of social life.&lt;br /&gt;3) You'd have to work under a company, like PriceWaterhouse Coopers or Ernst and Young. There are no independent accountants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautician:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1) Get to do something I like, which is beautifying people(and myself XD) :P&lt;br /&gt;2) Get to meet and socialise with so many kinds of people!&lt;br /&gt;3) This ain't no office job.&lt;br /&gt;4) Not neccessaryly a fixed salary.&lt;br /&gt;5) Able to work independently after getting enough experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1) This job isn't high in demand.&lt;br /&gt;2) Requires patience(alot!) when beautifying people, like makeup and other things.&lt;br /&gt;3) Requires creativity (mine is underdeveloped!)&lt;br /&gt;4) This is rather embarrassing...but......I'd probably have to speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Alot of people said that it's totally up to me about what I want. Like Soo Wen said that I should do what I'm happiest with, which I undeniably have to say is true. Some said just go on with being a beautician, as long as you like it, and you'd have to patience to go through, you can achieve what you want, like my mom said. There are some people who object saying that I should just do accounting since I've already passed through my foundation year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Sometimes, I think I was indecisive when I chose to enter Foundation in Business. Even until now, I'm still indecisive. It's not that I liked doing Accounts, it's because I'd good with it. I mean, I know how to do it, it's like Maths, just not that difficult. Formulas are fixed. But there are subjects which assists the Accounting subject which pulls me down, like Economics. I now realised I'm not good at all with reading subjects but am much better at practical subjects, where I write and practise alot.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...so how? :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113222081000509080?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113222081000509080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113222081000509080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113222081000509080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113222081000509080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-so-wanted.html' title='I&apos;m Not-So Wanted'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-113187994440404705</id><published>2005-11-13T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:05:44.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of my So-Called Freedom.....Holidays!!</title><content type='html'>Finals ended last Thursday. Finally. Although the finals consist of four exam days, it seemed like a week! The Economics paper is rather tough, but I managed to answer alot of questions this time. English was okay, just that I couldn;t find a last strong point for my essay so I had to stick with a point which I really didn't want to touch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, now having holidays till I apply for undergraduate course. Probably gonna start finding a job somewhere. Can't stand staying home and not doing anything. Sob....just found out I can't do intership at PWC because I'm not in my second year of any business degree course. Hmm...probably just find work in either Atria or 1 Utama. If not, The Curve isn't so bad...except for the freakiness of the silence once it reaches 10 at night. So anyone wanna go work with me? :D Lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Before my finals, I had quite alot to blog but didn;t have the time. Oh well, I shall try to write as much as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*31 September*&lt;br /&gt;    Shu Wei asked me to go 1 Utama today to watch a movie with Soo Wen, Yi-Lin. At first, went to Secret Recipe and wait. Wait for what I didn't know, I kinda just sat there with the eccentric people Soo Wen and Yi-Lin opposite me. Ahaha! They were posing with Soo Wen's camera doing all sorts of funny moves! So funny!! Actually, they had brought me there to celebrate my birthday!! Belated birthday actually...tried to asked me out on Thursday but couldn't go because had exam on Friday. The cake was awesome! I think if I'm not wrong Shu Wei chose it(right?). Chocolate and cheese. Very filing indeed. Nyum~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then next on the sgenda was to go watch The Longest Yard at GSC. That is the second time I went there for a movie since it started operating. The sound system is still kinda loud, TGV's sound system isn't so bad. But the seats in GSC is way, way more comfortable. The Longest Yard was really funny. I can't remember what the show was about but the characters sure can bring out laughter in the most violent ways possible. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After the movie, went around to get the leftover cake from Secret Recipe, walked around shopping for a moment, then decided to head home. The party was realy, really fun! Tanks everyone who made it possible... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*20 October*&lt;br /&gt;    Guess what? It Shu Wei's birthday today. EHehehehe. Earlier on, Soo Wen, Yi-Lin and I were planning to surprise her at her house/road/1 Utama with alot of weird ideas here and there. Alots of problems too. Then we found out that Wei Kiat was also planning on a surprised birthday party for her. Hehe. In the end, we went on with Wei Kiat's idea. He asked me to choose a cake, preferably cheese, if can, with chocolate. Had a problem because neither of us had Secret Recipe's number, so I had to try randomly typing Secret Recipe's online website(if they had one). They had (Yahoo!) and I went to browse the cheese cake section. Believe or not, they have about 18 cheesecakes available!! :O Wei Kiat was like "Oh My Gawd...." Anyway, he chose the cake, and I'm to get it on SW's birthday. Reaching there, met up with Wearn Cheah and Michelle Tan :D Went in to get the cake, then found out the cake they reserved and the cake WK ordered was totally different. End up he had to come down and get the cake himself. Not much of a surprise anymore &gt;_&lt; Sorry everyone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Met up with Fan Sheng, How Han, Yi Hoong outside Chilli's.Had dinner at Chilli's 1 Utama. Eh WK....ur taste very expensive leh....the food all costs above RM20, drinks above RM5(even for mineral water). Ate Fish and Chips, and no drinks. The fish portion is like, twice the normal one, and chips are also twice much more than normal. I ain't no big eater here....but I managed to finish the fish. Half of the chips were left uneaten. Hence come the cake. Cheese cake again XD I'm starting to get addicted, but eating too much would cause me to avoid it for days to come. Hmm...overall the dinner was gooood, and the cake was really delightful XD Too bad my camera sucked that night, couldn't really capture nice pictures without looking either too dark or too bright!! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After dinner, went to look for my car. Couldn't find it. I remembered I went up, but Wearn Cheah said I drove to the carpark below. So, we went down twice, but couldn't find the car. In the end, tried our luck by going up, then we did find the car! Hurray! Drove Michelle and her cousin Joseph back to their house, then drove Wearn Cheah back to her house. By the time I reach home, it's already about 11pm. Oops....my parents were still awake downstairs watching tv. I went upstairs, changed, and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The four days I spent shopping during my study break*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I kinda forgot which one came first, but i remember I went to Mid Valley Megamall on one day, and KLCC in another, and The Curve Mutiara Damansara on another day, and also Tesco on another-nother day. Hmm...if I'm not wrong, Tesco was first, then The Curve, then Mid Valley and lastly KLCC. Anyway, I'll continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The trip to Tesco is fairly a simple one. All I did was went shopping with my mom. For groceries that is. Nothing much. Just wanna get my mind off Economics for awhile, since I had been waking up Economics, eat Economics, sleep Economics, DREAM Economics. There was two occasions where I actually dreamt that I went into the exam hall for the Economics exam but didn't study beforehand, and I was wondering how come I didn't study beforehand. Weird, huh? Paranoia, one of my friends said. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The occasion at The Curve was that I followed my mom, sisters and brother to Popular bookstore and spent half the day there reading books which had nothing to do with what I'm supposed to study. I took that opportunity to read up on craft books than looking for supplementary books to help me with my studies =P Naughty procrastinating me! I'm  getting really interested on making candles. If can, I'll go work and then get those candle-making supplies. Eheeh. And am getting interested in making greeting cards for this coming Christmas, and doing jewellery. But supplies aren't easy to obtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mid Valley. Was there with my family for dinner. Had it at a teppanyaki restaurant. The food is nice, except the teppanyaki. I don't favour them, and had always wondered why they always include so SO much taugeh into that thing. Weird! Then went to Carrefour. Parents were browsing for nice new TV set, while I lingered into the teeangers' clothing department. Found what I was looking for all this time, the jacket/sweater/whateverucallit. Yeah! Finally have a nice one! But they were all M size, and is rather big on me :( I took one anyway, was deciding between a white or green one while chatting with Neeraa on the phone. In the end, bought a red one. Neeraa, I'm gonna get you for what you said about me choosing red. No, I did not choose that colour for that reason, okay?? :(&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Nothing else. Got a bright red new jacket/sweater/whatever for that day. Yahoo~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The last day was at KLCC. I accompanied my mother and brother there. They wanted to go explore Petroscience. What I did was go shopping all by myself. After taking them to Petroscience, I went around the whole of KLCC. Pretty big place. Browse shops. Was looking for a nice pair of heels but couldn't find nice ones. Also looked for shops selling handicrafts but there wasn't any as well. :( Walked around, looking at pretty accessories at numerous shops, but didn't buy any. Then went into Teddy Tales because I really needed a bag to put my wallet and phone into it. Couldn't fit into the pocket of my jeans, and carrying it around in my hand is dangerous. Went in, and tried on some bags. Finally decided on a black sling bag. The salesgirl suggested hangbags, but I'm not interested in handbags. After purchasing, went to McD's to get a McFlurry with Oreos, but they were out of Oreos. Bought the one with Smarties inside instead. Then continued around KLCC. Found a small Teddy Tales stall. They were promoting the same bag as I bought, with a couple of others.After rounds of browsing, I came upon a shop at the lowest ground of KLCC, I forgot what it name was...girls' accessories shop. The things there are really really nice. Reminds me of Sinma. Wanted to get this sequins belt, but it costs RM15.90, and the money I have is enough to last me until the end of the month. Oh well....shall come back next time and get. Hehe. After I explore every single floor in KLCC, my mom and brother was almost out of Petroscience already. While waiting I ducked into Kinokuniya. My mom and sister said it sounds like Konyaku jelly. -_-" Went in there and looked for a particular cross stitch book to do some Christmas present for the fun of it. Unfortunately, I don't celebrate Christmas. Couldn't find any of such books. Then went into the stationery section. Wondering what to buy. Saw this really cute piggy bank. Pink somemore, wah! After that, had a call from my brother saying that they were outside of Petroscience already. Head on home by LRT after that. Dad came to fetch, and we all went straight for dinner. The rest is just a pretty normal night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all. Pretty long post eh? =D Have a nice day everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This was supposed to be posted two days ago. Had internet problems, so I had to type this in Notepad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-113187994440404705?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/113187994440404705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=113187994440404705' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113187994440404705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/113187994440404705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/11/start-of-my-so-called-freedomholidays.html' title='The Start of my So-Called Freedom.....Holidays!!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112945406020620722</id><published>2005-10-16T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:14:20.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dull Life, Finals a-Coming!</title><content type='html'>My schedule:&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Computing(8-9am) A.English(10-11)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Thinking Skills(11-12) Economics(12-1) Accounting(2-4)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Thinking Skills(8-9) Economics(9-10) Computing(10-12) Accounting(1-2)&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - A.English(9-11) Accounting(11-12)&lt;br /&gt;Friday - A.English(9-10) Economics(10-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, my college hours are short. Which leaves me being bored at home after the usual assignments and revision(omg). Sometimes is I'm lucky, the afternoon is spent shopping with my mom, which is rather unhealthy to my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have put those extra hours to "good" use by playing Burnout Revenge on the PS2 but really it isn't helping much. Not with my parents thinkings I'm slacking and not studying for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to have an IELTS(some advanced english language course) mock speaking test this Tuesday. Now have to figure out how I can keep on talking for at least 3-4 minutes. Har. I'm afraid if I go totally speechless when asked a question! Like when Xiao Wei asked  the question about jazz music, oh God! I don't know what's Jazz music! A music noob like me only knows how to listen, not distinguish! :O I got even more scared thinking about that Law student Vince in the class whose's english speaking skills are like equivalent to Ivan's!! *shiver shiver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that, whatever it is, well, I'll have to do my best. Miss Mary, the lecturer for the speaking section, has hinted that the interviewer would ask questions which we often than not taken for granted and not bothered to know. Like, who gave us our full name? Why? Describe your hometown. Name one of the historical buildings in your hometown(DJ does not have any historical buildings right...?)? And questions which are equivalent to that. Then he/she will proceed to questions about general knowledge, and/or opinion. Better stock up me knowledge for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, anyone interested in donating blood? KDU LEO Club is organising a blood donation drive. Here's a snippet from the email I got: (email snipet ends when you see the **************)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Giving blood is perhaps one of the most precious gifts a person can give, especially in these difficult times. Sadly, the need for blood often outweighs the supply. In fact, one statistic that really brings it home is that 87% of us will need donated blood at some point in our lives, yet only 10% of Malaysians donate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;KDU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &amp; its Leo Club blood drive will be held in the room Auditorium between &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="9"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="9"&gt;9.30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt; and &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;4 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;. There are lots more benefits that donors will received from this donation, as inclusive: Certificate of Donation, supplement pill &amp; foods, free outpatient treatment &amp;amp; wad in government hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;With an aging population and fewer donors, the need for donated blood in our community is great. Giving blood is safe, it’s easy and by giving up just 15 minutes of your time, the pint of blood you donate can save as many as three lives. Please help us in doing our part to close the gap on the supply of this precious resource.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*Requirement: - 18-60 years old&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;- Body weight: more than 45kg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;- Sleep: more than 5 hours&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;- No medical problem/takin any pill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;- Take a lil bit food before donation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;- Last Donation: more than 3 months&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;- No inappropriate sexual behavior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. If you don't know where is the Auditorium, it is on the first floor, with large doors and the big sign KDU on the top. Or you can ask any kind students/lecturers for the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fill up my almost-at-the-brink-of-boredom life of mine, I've volunteered to help out in the donation. Being a member, I've missed some meet-ups, so maybe now can chat chat again! lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time for me to go. Adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8423593-112945406020620722?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112945406020620722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112945406020620722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112945406020620722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112945406020620722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/dull-life-finals-coming.html' title='Dull Life, Finals a-Coming!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112904544342113031</id><published>2005-10-11T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T08:44:03.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh, bicycle!"</title><content type='html'>First time I rode to college on a bicycle today. Minus all the weird stares and cars, it felt....cool. Haha. But all the way was uphill, so by the time i reached the parking area, my legs felt like jelly! Oooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached to class late. Luckily Miss Deehba didn't say anything. Talked about future careers, and I was the only one who actually cut and pasted the ads on a piece of A4 paper! N said I too rajin already. Maybe so.... I had nothing to do on weekends anyway. Most of the people I know is either busy doing something else, or at their hostel far far away, somewhere which I couldn't reach them except on their handsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Anyway, goodluck N, I know it's kinda late to say that. Happy dancing! ^_^ Oh, and I'll lent you "Skeleton Key" after your presentation is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112904544342113031?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112904544342113031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112904544342113031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112904544342113031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112904544342113031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-bicycle.html' title='&quot;Oh, bicycle!&quot;'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112876310722375317</id><published>2005-10-08T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T02:34:22.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more fun Saturdays anymore....</title><content type='html'>I have just started part-time IELTS class, which is held for three morning hours every Saturday. So almost every Saturday my mornings are just going to come and go, right before my eyes, and dang I cannot enjoy early morning walks anymore &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now have to start thinking about saving fuel...had brought up to my mother about cycling to school. She agreed, and anyway I backed up my point with the fact that a little exercise makes a *ahem* sad student stay awake, at least for the first two hours in class. =P Now am wondering how to keep my sister's (I don't have my own bicycle anymore) bicycle safe. Mom suggested dog chains (?????) and kind of wrap it randomly around the bicycle to keep all the parts safe, with a padlock somewhere. There were cases in the previous years that even though bicycles are chained with the usual bicycle chains, mean people can unscrew the tyres and other parts and take them away.....scary &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finally presented my presentation few days back. Felt nervous at first, but after a while, I got used to the situation and just presented for the sake of it. I was also amazed that I could remember certain facts without actually refering to my cue cards. I had taken out some information the night before in case I couldn't remember. Glad that I got the class's attention. My topic was....disgusting actually(sorry people! -_-"). It's about female circumcision, and the reason I chose that topic was because it's not really heard of by many people. Got the class in "Huh??? What???" in the myths part. Imagine circumcising a female to make a woman's face more beautiful...that's a myth! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm quite satisfied with the entire presentation....except maybe the discussions part. The questions were dumb, no doubt, and I had it done last minute, and couldn't think of any much logical questions. And despite all my efforts, I am again rewarded with a C+!!! Argh! Ms Leena!!! I did it better than last time!!!!! Why?!?!?!??!?!??! )(&amp;@&amp;amp;)(_&amp;amp;@%!%@%)*%#!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Written on the paper "....monotonous.....should work more on pronounciation". She forgot about "stop playing with your hair during presentation". :P I WAS unconciously playing with my hair anyway :P Didn't notice until the end of the presentation. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112876310722375317?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112876310722375317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112876310722375317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112876310722375317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112876310722375317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-more-fun-saturdays-anymore.html' title='No more fun Saturdays anymore....'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112850298664568442</id><published>2005-10-05T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T02:05:46.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG I watched Porn! (Pls don't misunderstand and read on)</title><content type='html'>I can explain the title. I didn't watch on purpose(not that I wanted to anyway). One of my classmates was to present his topic 2 days ago, and his topic sounded like "The Effects of Video Games in the 20th Century" or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title is self-explanatory. About the types of games and the positive and negative effects. All the bla bla stuff(i got it from Ms Elsie =P) So, that "particular" part appeared when he came to a part at the negative effects of sex scenes in games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the hot news where the all-famous game GTA : San Andreas had an explicit scene which people could just download and watch. Something to do with altering the game codes so it'll "unlock" certain locked scenes in the game. AND that classmate of mine got it, well, not really, it's just a video, not the game itself. He aired it to the entire class on the projector from his PDA with external speakers(I believe it's surround sound, its his own by the way), and, well, we watched porn. My dear lecturer asked for it to be fastforwarded(it porn you know....), he said we all(Note:we) should watch it because it's education! OMG! OOhh's and Ahhh's were going around the class, got some Yuck's too. But overall, his presentation(minus the porn part) is good, but too lengthy(hey, you're pushing me further and further behind!!! When is my turn EVER gonna come =|).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112850298664568442?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112850298664568442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112850298664568442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112850298664568442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112850298664568442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/10/omg-i-watched-porn-pls-dont.html' title='OMG I watched Porn! (Pls don&apos;t misunderstand and read on)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112795584765398162</id><published>2005-09-29T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:06:08.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Wow......I'm 18?!</title><content type='html'>Time really flies. Like, when you have fun. When you have friends and you have a fun time catching up with latest news and gossips etc etc. When you get to enjoy a game you like. When your teacher says class is cancelled and you go cybercafe and play more games =P When you're with that someone(not applicable to me). When....oh hell, do you really want me to list all that?? Like as if you all already didn't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I feel much difference being at the legal age now(that bank account is mine!! =P), it's just that it signals I'm goin to end my foundation course soon. Sooner than I had expected. Exams were brought backwards, remember? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, anyone wanna go skating??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To those you sent me b'day wishes through SMS and Friendster testimonial and etc etc I thank you all very very much!! XD REally appreciated it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112795584765398162?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112795584765398162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112795584765398162' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112795584765398162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112795584765398162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-wowim-18.html' title='Oh Wow......I&apos;m 18?!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112775160781427936</id><published>2005-09-27T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:57:23.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title-less</title><content type='html'>This post happens to be title-less. I have not the energy to think of a suitable title for the moment. I have just realised recently that this coming Friday will be the last day of September. Oh, and that means I have to get my Flash assignment ready by then, and I only started on one layer.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means, I have english presentation, Economics exam, and the Flash assignment to be done this Friday. I am so screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to tell about this experience I had. 2 days ago, my family except my father went to have dinner at the Kayu Nasi Kandar place at Tesco. That was after hours of reading at Popular Bookstore at Ikano Power Centre. Hmm...I had ordered mee goreng mamak and it was served in a jiffy. Then I stood up and walked towards the outside part of the restaurant(I was inside) and on the way out, I noticed the "Wet Floor" and a waiter mopping that area. But I slipped and slided into the position where it's like I'm a guy proposing to a girl. And there was a waiter holding a pot of curry in front of me! &gt;_&lt; Feeling quite embarassed, I picked myself up, quickly grab a fork and spoon, and hurried into the restaurant to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having a nice meal, we came home and then i started to compile a little more notes for the presentation, and later decided to have yogurt for dessert. I took one for my dad(mango) and one for myself(peach). The yogurt my dad had was.....well, the normal liquid one. What I had was some almost frozen(?!?!) yogurt. What the heck...unfortunately it was because the yogurt was placed too far into the fridge and it kinda got frozen...therefore it is frozen :( Had to add milk and let it melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rest of the day ends with me drinking yogurt with milk, doing assignments, and sleep which is pretty much boring so I'll end here. Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112775160781427936?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112775160781427936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112775160781427936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112775160781427936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112775160781427936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/title-less.html' title='Title-less'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112756010366613838</id><published>2005-09-24T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T04:08:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>Saturday today. Woke up quite early(9am) and glanced over at the clock on my table which says "4pm". Aha, have to change the batteries in that clock =P And that reminded me that it's the day I clean out my closet, which is brimming over with clothes. I didn't start off immediately, I went to figure out how to get at least some of my Flash assignment done, but I'm still facing a dead end =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearing afternoon,  I was at the computer, sourcing for information for my english presentation this upcoming Friday. Hmm....thank god Ms Leena finally approved of my topic. I'm not going to say it here, you guys'll probably think it's disgusting, but hey, it's a last-minute decision and it IS an issue(huzzah!). Halfway sourcing, I took a break and cleaned out my closet. The amount of clothes piled up to the size of a big black trash bag. Well, at least I got something accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have enough time to go to Popular(Ikano Power Centre) today with my mom as my siblings all had school(wahaha!). Sat and continued sourcing for more info about my topic, and now wondering how I'm going to relay all those info I compiled up to class. My Flash assignment has been abandoned for the moment. Now focusing on my presentation AND Economics test this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wen you're so lucky to get your life un-mundaned =P By the way, have a good weekend people~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112756010366613838?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112756010366613838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112756010366613838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112756010366613838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112756010366613838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112730024085118015</id><published>2005-09-21T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T03:57:20.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Feng Shui and flowers</title><content type='html'>Recently, my mother have been moving things like heavy furniture around the house. When i asked her why, she said "Feng shui purpose, dear". Oh wow, i wonder how'd that gotten into my mother. Usually, she don;t really go all lengths and follow those feng shui things. But now...things have changed. If you go look around, you can find some gold coins tied with red string. Maybe if you're lucky you'll find a wind chime =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also in the midst of encouraging keeping flowers around the house. I particularly liked japanese roses, so she got a few small pots around the house. She also got me a nice pot of flowers(name unknown), and it's quite pretty. Unfortunately, it kind of welted after the day I got it, and the one my sister had which is the same as mine, is just flourishing day after day. *groan* Today, i decided to give the little plant a few sprays of water, just out of the blue. Hoping it'll be better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst fear has been confirmed. I failed Economics =( Sad, but true. I'm not really surprised, since I didn't have enough time to answer the last question, and just crap in the second question. What would anyone expect anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Accounting....Ms Angeline said that I got A, but sometimes things the teacher/lecturer says can't always be true because they might forget since they had gone through many many papers. Decided to not be happy too early. Still haven't heard from other lecturers. Praying in hopes that I did well. Gotta go, it's raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112730024085118015?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112730024085118015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112730024085118015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112730024085118015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112730024085118015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-feng-shui-and-flowers.html' title='Of Feng Shui and flowers'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112687860772521980</id><published>2005-09-16T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T06:50:07.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of creating a presentation....</title><content type='html'>...I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, multitasking. Oh well, quite used to doing about 3 things at the same time many times. Lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exams for the Pre-U students are officially over today. It's only finals for the mid-sem, though, still got one more semester to go. Anyway, I am now grunting about my Economics paper. I have absolutely no idea how am I going to explain to my father about not getting my grade up for that subject. Bleh. English this time was fairly easy, except for the university wordlist, but I'm never going to achieve an "A" for that subject though. Computing...that's okay, except it's confirmed I'm going to lose 3 marks for skipping a whole question I don't know. Accounting....I arrived late on that day, I hope I could still keep my grade at "A" though....gonna need as much marks as possible on that paper. Thank god Thinking Skills is not an exam this term. Many thanks to Miss Deehba, the major assignment marks are to be taken into consideration because she feels that Thinking Skills shouldn't be an exam-based subject, instead a hands-on one. I totally agree. Those facts and notes we studied during the first term could knock us all out flat! :P Pardon the pun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a semester break, so it's back to college for me next Monday. Not really looking forward to it as I doubt the lecturers aren't going to give their comments on our performance in the exam. I'm dreading Economics. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been watching Fullmetal Panic : The Second Raid. Unfortunately, I didn't know it was actually the third season until Nick Leong told me :( and it's my luck that the FMP : Fumoffu had been licensed since quite long ago(heard from Fan Sheng). Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've been thinking, Miss Shirley, are you reading my blog? Since you can see it in your Messenger, I'm having this feeling that you're reading it...and obviously I haven't said anything nice about.....well, you know. Hee hee =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havne't anything to talk about, except that the Basketweave Shawl I was, and still am, working on is almost done....just a couple of inches left. Phew. Now I have about one and a half months to prepare for my finals...and after that...foundation year is OVER!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mustn't be too happy...just in case I have to sit for referral exams....hope not..I'm not THAT bad in my subjects.....right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that's propaganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112687860772521980?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112687860772521980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112687860772521980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112687860772521980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112687860772521980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-midst-of-creating-presentation.html' title='In the midst of creating a presentation....'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112606817591625548</id><published>2005-09-07T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:45:17.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring, with a whole lotta crap</title><content type='html'>This post will undoubtly be the most boring one. I have nothing to post actually, but maybe i could just include some random stuff here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I haven't settled the USB cable problem yet. Yea, I'm too lazy to drop by the shop to change it for another one. :P Stayed up late yesterday to finish up my assignment which i thought was overdue. Since i didn't attend class yesterday, nobody told me that my dear lecturer had made a decision to extend the due date to this Friday! Argh! I was rushing through everything and nearly turn the main switch of my computer of without shutting it down &gt;_&lt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a mini computing exam today which contributes 5% to the overall grade for this semester. I could do most of the Multiple Choice Questions but the essay was a tough one. I can never know how to do the flowchart for the programming topic...hopefully whatever I put on the paper can earn me some measly mark :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have to get alot of things done this month with so many people's birthday in it. September babies! ^^ including myself :D&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I'm not so excited at becoming 18 so fast for no certain reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to change the time at the bottom because I had continued the post at the following time. This afternoon had a tough time looking for a vacant classroom for accounting, which caused the students to locate a class at either the topmost floor, library, or first floor. After searching for quite some time, ended up in one of the cold rooms on the first floor. And I thought my mom had left me at college since I came out late from class. Started walking towards Yu Yi Restaurant when I saw this gold Avanza coming my way. Looked kinda familiar, I stood at the side of the road to see it coming. What luck! My mom was in the car, hooray! She asked if I wanted to do facial today but the lady wasn't free, it'll be postponed to tomorrow after class. Then head on to Tesco and helped choose some nice fish, but I don't really like to eat fish anyway :(&lt;br /&gt;Then after chugging all the groceries, my mom and I went over to The Curve for Watson. Did some shopping in there, and ended up paying about RM30 for my purchases &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home after my sister kept bugging me on the phone to come home quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeraa told me earlier that when I wasn't at the Thinking Skills class yet this morning, Miss Deehba said that I am "perfect in every way". I.....seriously do not understand. Must ask Neeraa for further explanation, if Miss Deehba did explain to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this post is abit confusing cause I keep jumping from the past to the present and vice versa. :P Didn't I warn you? And the title was already self-explanatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112606817591625548?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112606817591625548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112606817591625548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112606817591625548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112606817591625548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/boring-with-whole-lotta-crap.html' title='Boring, with a whole lotta crap'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112571343183909055</id><published>2005-09-03T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:10:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Seni Berzaman / Malam Kebudayaan Melayu</title><content type='html'>This is a post for yesterday's dinner event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malam Seni Berzaman was held in KDU College Auditorium that night. I started to get ready only at 7, which was abit late since I wanted to do lots of things to my face. Ha. By the time I was ready, it was about 8.20, so I rushed to get the camera and keys and whatnots and drove(without my specs....this time I really forgotten!) to college. I was hoping I wasn't late, but seeing Eva and Jim just getting something out of a car signals that nothing's started yet, so I was relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Eva, functions are never punctual, and she's right. The whole thing started only at 9, on the reason that the VIPs were late! 45 wasted minutes, and I couldn't get any pictures because this weird camera either takes pictures too dark or too bright.....should've brought my old camera &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were alot of tarian zapin, and syair and stuff(couldn't remember which comes first) and I have to say, they were talented, and oh Amal! She could really sing! Go Amal! ^_^v&lt;br /&gt;Saw Wafi and Farhan doing perfomance on stage and they rock! Wafi was seen carrying something earlier on(what till i get the name....) to escort the VIPs, and later the traditional Malay marriage drama couple into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were only a few people at the table Fadzrul gotten. 6 out of 10 people came...4 empty seats which were eventually taken by Wafi, Farhan, and Munzir after their performances. They were wondering how come there were so many leftover food on the table...lolx...oh, and Farhan sapu-ed most of the fruits on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few performances, a few numbers would be announced for the lucky draw. Nick Liew's number 138 got called, and he was making gestures of kissing his ticket :P I forgot to ask him what he got though...nvm, Monday's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guests were given a souvenir for attending the event. Chocolates....and two small bottles of Biore ACNE Facial Foam(???).....wow, this must be some serious advertising man! Must be sponsors for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food served was nice, except the beef one, which I couldn't eat :(  There was one particular dish...which was pineapple covered in sauce! The sauce made it look like meat of some sort...The kind people, Rachel and Eva, were tasting the food if they contain beef. Thanks lots! *muakzz*&lt;br /&gt;There was a beef dish, and a dish with the pineapple thingie, another was acar(vegetable jeruk with peanut sauce), chicken, and indian dhal. MmMmmMMmmmMmm nice! Then the fruits came, and the first thing I took was a small grape. Cute as it is, it's so darn sour! Blekk! Whatsmore, Nick Liew and Fadzrul was laughing at the other end of the table! You two really wanna kena arh...... :P&lt;br /&gt;Then the last dish was a special kuih, covered with coconut, and with a sugar dip. I liked it. Most of the people at the table didn't touch it, and Eva said the sugar dip tastes like black sauce with sugar, and the kuih is better eaten alone! That seriously turned everyone off...so the kuih was left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At expected, the event ended at 11.55pm. I was so tired, I was afraid of driving home myself, incase I ended up in an accident or something(touch wood!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home at 12am. I have to say, this is the first time I went out alone to an event in my entire lifetime, and this is way past my curfew, which is at 7. Somehow feeling happy! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all then, byez~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112571343183909055?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112571343183909055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112571343183909055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112571343183909055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112571343183909055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/malam-seni-berzaman-malam-kebudayaan.html' title='Malam Seni Berzaman / Malam Kebudayaan Melayu'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112557427316175720</id><published>2005-09-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T23:26:15.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 48th B'Day, Malaysia! (or 42nd...according to Neeraa)</title><content type='html'>I'm actually typing this entry while doing research for my english presentation. Sort of a sidetrack after looking through numerous articles regarding my topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do on Merdeka(Independence) Day? I spent a day a Berjaya Times Square! :D I bet the first thing you'd think is that I went to the Adult Theme Park and had a blast there. I'm sorry to say but I have to correct you for I did not EVEN stepped into the place before(okay, maybe once, but I never play anything!). I seriously couldn't stand rollercoasters and other things alike because I get headache easily. I'm quite square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my cousin, Claudia and I went around in the shopping complex, peeking into shops aimlessly and talked about Malaysian cultures and stuff. Then she eyed a PlayBoy shirt(she's currently "collecting" shirts with the PlayBoy/PlayMate logo/design on it). Oh boy was she happy! She tried a pink one, but it didn't really suited her skin colour, so she change to a white one. The white one really looked nice on her, and she bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so her mood was lifted, now mine. Been looking around for a finger ring, a really cute one...and I did! Passing by Hinode, I saw this really cute ring with a symbol which loks like the ying and yang symbol....only thing is it couldn't fit my right hand middle finger...*sob* I tried a few others, and saw another cute. A diamond/crystal/dunno-what in the middle with the shape of a seashell at the side....short for Michelle(Seashell). Chell...Shell......okay, quit laughing! It's not funny! And I DON'T look like a shell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now happy happy around with the ring....walked for about anotehr 2 hours in BTS...spent majority of the time waiting for the lift so we could go up the faster way...but waited for 30 minutes and all the lifts are full....in the end entered a lift which is going down, so we could go up again. That was a smart idea though. After reaching the intended floor, got a call from Dad that we're going home. Heck! Wasted so much time waiting for the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the monorail back to KL Central. Then Dad drove us to Kelab Rahman Putra for dinner. Had char kuey teow. but it's abit tasteless. After a while, I gave up on eating it, couldn't stand it. Whatsmore with the new healthier diet regime "eat less oily stuff, and more vegetables" because of something...(dun spill the beans Wen!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the title....Neeraa told me something I didn't notice. Malaysia is celebrating it's 48th Independence Day...but Sabah and Sarawak joined few years later. So, shouldn't it be 42nd? Think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112557427316175720?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112557427316175720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112557427316175720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112557427316175720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112557427316175720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-48th-bday-malaysia-or.html' title='Happy 48th B&apos;Day, Malaysia! (or 42nd...according to Neeraa)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112541496911782062</id><published>2005-08-30T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:16:09.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress. Burn Out. Just not the point.</title><content type='html'>Hey again. An entry after quite some time. The end of the year is approaching, and my classmates are bogged down with more assignments than most of us can handle. I have a pile, and it keeps on piling up as days go by. I feel thanksful that Independence Day is tomorrow, allowing me more time to work on my undone(and untouched) presentation for english. Until now I'm still unsure of the topic, and I have chose "The Cause and How to Prevent Abuse to Women and Children". That's an issue to me. I hope I get to present it properly. *phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dear english lecturer, Ms Leena is gonna have my skin since I had not hand up my essay...and she was expecting it before 5pm YESTERDAY! Ack! &gt;_&lt; I have this bad feeling my grade is gonna drop, real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the one week holiday, back to college I go, and the same old thing starts again, except that its at a more faster pace. It's like the days pass by faster than I can live through them. Or maybe because the finals for this semester is coming upon me. Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not really prepared. Though the exam lasts only 3 days for me, I'm still nervous. Worst is that the fact that Economics is the very first paper. I hope my confidence in other papers after that won't deterioriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick for the past 2 weeks. Dry cough, and flu. The flu is almost cured now, and I'm left to deal with the cough. Been drinking honey and lime(thanks for telling me that shu wei had the recipe on her blog ^^), and pei pa kou and you'd probably think it's definitely gonna cure, but heck, it still comes, like there's no effect. Haihz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a Malam Kebudayaan Melayu( or was it Majlis Kebudayaan Melayu?)at KDU this Friday night, and I'm still not sure if I'm going(Rachel, curfew, pls beg my dad :|) I forgot to ask if it is formal or casual wear. Casual then I'll go. Formal then I'd forget about it. I'm so tight on money, I have to stick tight to my budget. *sob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112541496911782062?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112541496911782062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112541496911782062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112541496911782062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112541496911782062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/stress-burn-out-just-not-point.html' title='Stress. Burn Out. Just not the point.'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112489045784924783</id><published>2005-08-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T06:34:17.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assignments and problems.....what bright side of life?</title><content type='html'>To start of with, the "new" CPU I acquired from my uncle few days back is getting on my nerves. I have to admit the speed with really fast, but after the Norton Antivirus 2005 started acting up, the speed slowed tremendously. I bought a new CD today, but after some time a dialog box popped up and said that the program is corrupted or there's something missing. Oh god! Now it seems like I have to risk transfering and downloading files with caution, ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being bogged down with assignments(some overdue...), I am spending mass amount of time in front of the computer. Not that I need to go online, but sometimes I just couldn't resist it if I feel like checking emails or blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd beter go now, computer's acting up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112489045784924783?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112489045784924783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112489045784924783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112489045784924783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112489045784924783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/assignments-and-problemswhat-bright.html' title='Assignments and problems.....what bright side of life?'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112467848239925220</id><published>2005-08-22T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T10:12:33.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! A new computer!! (after 6 years....)</title><content type='html'>Yay! Many thanks to my uncle, my family and I are owners of a sort-of new computer. According to my uncle, the previous CPU is SUPOSED to be better than this but....due to certain under-maintenance, it's probably a trash heap now. My uncle said the previous might need heavy formatting, but it's up to me to decide. Hmm...now having Windows XP, it feels so much faster, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realising now that I did not back-up(not like I bothered to...) any files from the previous CPU, I have no smileys for my Messenger, no picture files, no MP3s, no alot of things. Haha...now I'm thinking whether I need them or not....maybe not...just maybe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I just sat for my Moral Education examination. It....wasn't really difficult.....if I had studied....not to say I didn't study at all. I browsed through what I thought was going to be asked. I got some on the spot, but the others....I just crap out. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...to tell the truth, I kind of forgotten what I wanted to write, so I shall stop here first, okay? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112467848239925220?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112467848239925220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112467848239925220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112467848239925220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112467848239925220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay-new-computer-after-6-years.html' title='Yay! A new computer!! (after 6 years....)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112441183338060583</id><published>2005-08-19T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:37:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick (note: not haze-related)</title><content type='html'>This is gonna be one stupid entry. You've been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick for the first time in the year 2005 three days ago. Started in the morning as a slight sorethroat. Then sinus attack. What's more, that day was particularly hectic.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't got any better that night as I had screamed at my siblings to keep quiet(they always talk at the TOP of THEIR VOICES), and of course the sorethroat didn't get better.&lt;br /&gt;At night, there's aircond.The cold dry air made my throat a thousand times worst, and swallowing would be a much-avoided task.&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I could barely talk in the morning. So, ended up whispering to people. After drinking Pei Pah Kou(i think it's spelled this way), felt so much better, could actually stop whispering in the afternoon. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then.....yesterday I walked home in the rain. I was impatient. I tried to call home, but someone must have not put the phone down properly, so it's engaged. Then, tried calling my youngest sister's hand phone, but it was off. Same as my other sister's. I should have waited for the rain to stop but I didn't and walked home in the rain for about 10 minutes. That move made my cough no better.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got to go now. Just saying stuffs here. Exam today. Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112441183338060583?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112441183338060583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112441183338060583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112441183338060583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112441183338060583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/sick-note-not-haze-related.html' title='Sick (note: not haze-related)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112381310281612061</id><published>2005-08-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:18:22.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze. Schools close.</title><content type='html'>Classes are cancelled today. Haze. Yesterday as Neeraa and I were walking through the cafeteria, we were greeted at the counter by the staff, who wore masks! Imagine, only a handful of students wear masks, so we were very surprised, but they are wise to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDU building isn't covered up, so the polluted air could(and has already) reach into the cafeteria, the long corridor, the elevator area, the open carpark(duhh!), and oh, every single floor in the building. Except the fourth floor. Unless someone is stupid enough to open the window, like me(oops!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, most of my classes are held on the fourth floor. The floor is currently free from the haze. After walking a few days in the haze, even with my hand cupped over my mouth and nose, I'm starting to experience a slight headache and sore throat. It has really gotten this bad, the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when there was a haze last time the situation wasn't as bad as this. But somehow I'm happy classes are cancelled ^_^ Can stay home and loaf :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to watch the new movie, Bewitched starring Nicole Kidman and Will Farrell today with Neeraa and Induu. In the end, since we had no class today, the plan was cancelled, and I've already booked the tickets! Luckily it was online booking, if I had gotten the tickets itself I would have to watch it with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a conversation on the phone yesterday with Neeraa, she told me the government "ishytiharkan darurat". Huah. I don't remember whether they did do that when there was haze last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time i remember when they ishytiharkan darurat was the May 13th 1963 incident. I wasn't literally there but I studies it in history lesson years ago. For those who doesn't know what's ishytiharkan darurat, it's when the government announces that schools would be closed(depends), and people are encouraged not to go out because of bad conditions. In the current condition, it's the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black shawl that I am working on, I had it redone 4 times because I had often made a mistake in the number of stitches! Worst, as I had already say, it's black, so I have difficulty knitting, but I shall try to anyway. I had to cut off some yarn when it got tangled up....sob...wasted some yarn already :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is all the crap I wanna say today, nothing new, besides getting my room repainted after more than 10 years! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112381310281612061?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112381310281612061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112381310281612061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112381310281612061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112381310281612061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/haze-schools-close.html' title='Haze. Schools close.'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112366023870290750</id><published>2005-08-10T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T00:50:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My topic had been rejected twice!!</title><content type='html'>My english presentation topic had been rejected twice by my lecturer! Why? Because...the topic I chose wasn't really an issue (as in, using the topic to "Cari gaduh"). Hmm.... so platonic friendship cannot be used to cari gaduh. Hmm...so I'm in a dilemma now as next week would be presentation week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so things in english weren't going as well as Ms Leena was expecting. There were a couple of students who forgotten their number or title, or worst, both. I was one of them. I lost my number...which was around 22 or something. Ms Leena was like "You're not supposed to forget your number!!". A little late, huh? I must've threw it out when I changed my pencil case. My topic is not finalised as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have been greedy lately. I have a poncho project going on, but I started on another project. A shawl. Here's how it looks like: &lt;a href="http://knitting.about.com/library/blshawl6.htm" alt="shawl"&gt;Basketweave Shawl&lt;/a&gt;. The one in the picture is blue in colour, I decided to knit in black. So far, I've never knitted anything in black, and since yesterday, I had stumbled upon some difficulty with knitting with black yarn because I can hardly see how many stitches I had there. This is gonna take some time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added a new section at the sidebar, on the craft projects I've been doing or had done. I might have forgetten to insert some of them. I'll insert when I remember. And I forgot to insert the list of other blogger friends I know. Oopz! It got erased when I changed the skin! Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally having my last holiday for this course on the 22nd of August. I've got news today that my second term final exam will be on the 12th for 3 days. Then my finals for my final semester will be on the 11 of November till the end of the month! But it depends, I dont have to come everyday as I'm not taking every subject in the schedule. Thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the haze was about the same as yesterday. My dad drove me to college and my sister MM to her tuition classes. Despite the haze, I walked out of college with enough time to get myself a packet of nasi lemak(the NL in college is expensive! and has little stuff). Yum! Has sotong which I like very much in it too! XD&lt;br /&gt;Got back to college but didn't managed to eat the NL. I ended up keeping it warm rolled up in my sweater in Economics class. Whiffs of NL smell came through my sweater. Oh god. Then I dumped it in my locker for I can't go on carrying it around. My sweater began to smell of NL. But I had to use it for my computing class because somehow or another, the class is colder than usual. Leanred Flash today. Quite confusing as I still can't quite remember the functions, hope I'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are in one month's time. Was looking for a code which kinda like says "30 days and 12 hours more to exams..." sort of thing. Saw one which is cute but I changed my mind when it said, "XX months and XX days pregnant". Oh nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates who came back from the Redang trip had become a few shades darker. Oh my! They stayed quite long under the sun, and had alot of activities under the sun too. Except for one fella, Nick. To Ms Leena, he DIDN'T even become A shade DARKER. "Pale boy" she said. Haha. But I'm serious. You can hardly tell that he went for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haze. Alot of people are falling sick due to it. Not pleasant. I had walked home 3 times this week in the haze, and I think it's getting on my eyes and skin. Dry eyes, difficulty breathing. Plus sore throat. I haven't this symptoms. This morning, my father said not to walk home anymore, the haze is getting worst. As my friends and I were looking out the windows this afternoon from college, we can hardly see the houses clearly, unlike last time. Imagine those people who're living near the course of the haze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm still figuring out when's the graduation day for my course. One lecturer said in January 2006, another said in August 2006. Okay, so both are in 2006, but January and August are SO much apart. Then, after graduation would be...prom!! I hope this is no false information. I really want to go prom this time. I missed it during secondary. Not that I REALLY missed it, I just didn't want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's time for me to go. Ain't walking today. I don't want to get sick before this year ends, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112366023870290750?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112366023870290750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112366023870290750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112366023870290750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112366023870290750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-topic-had-been-rejected-twice.html' title='My topic had been rejected twice!!'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112330023139723619</id><published>2005-08-06T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:58:04.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting Rawkzz!! if only i had the money.....:(</title><content type='html'>Before I start on this post, I'd like to announce that I just posted the 25th July post not 5 minutes ago because I left it on "Draft". Forgotten about it. -_-" The title states that there's some rantings but just forget about that part because I forgot what rantings I was supposed to say O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, getting on with this post.&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago(Thursday) I followed my aunt and cousin to Genting Highlands. Earlier on, I was feeling because I didn;t have much to do besides my assignments. Because I took so long to bathe and change, we left at about 8pm to Gohtong Jaya to sit the cable car. Aunt was driving, and I am amazed as she can drive using manual transmission :D On the way, twice, or thrice we took the wrong turning and ended somewhere else. Stuck in Selayang for more than 30 minutes...and had to stop at 2 petrol stations to ask for directions. Often, there were signboards bearing the words "Genting Highlands" but then the next thing we know is that the next signboard doesn't state that we were going the right way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the signboards are more confusing. One minutes, the first signboard says turn right to GH. The next thing, it says turn left to GH. Like, how are we supposed to be on the right, and at the same time, on the left of the road??? I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of wrong turns and petrol stations later....we were nearly reaching Gohtong Jaya. It was already 10.03pm and we were on the verge of panic because my grandfather, who works near GH, assumes the clable car operates until 10pm. Only when he called my aunt when we reached Gohtong Jaya that he told us the cable car operates until 11pm! Thank goodness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of his took us up to the cable car area with his van. Reached there at 10.40pm. More than enough time to reach to the cable car place, and ride to the long-awaited GH!! Muahahar! :D My aunt said it takes approximately 50 minutes to reach GH using the cable car. O_o so long? I ever realised! Next time must count ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was late when we finally reached the hotel room. After washing up, aunt went off to sleep earlier than my cousin and I. Was channel surfing and watched some gross stuff on Fear Factor (buekkkzzz!). Then watched one ballet show story. About the life of this ballerinas, and their ups and downs in ballet. Teaches us how to cope with life, and not to give up. Reminds me of this one quote I read in a magazine "When God closes one door, there's another door waiting for us to open and explore". Haa....so does that mean I should stop college and go exploring? Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we got up almost late and went to a restaurant on one of the lower grounds. Oh my god everything costs more than double or triple the price you can buy in PJ or KL. Like, a simple bowl of curry mee, you can get at around RM3 or less in PJ/KL, but here it's like RM8.50! A hot cup of Milo is RM2.50 &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, my aunt and cousin tried their luck to go into the Monte Carlo casino. My cousin is 16, but she looks mature so my aunt tried to take her in, in hopes that they would not check her IC. But most unfortunately, they did and she had to come out. In the end, my aunt went in alone, and my cousin and I went around the place. Found an arcade, and played some games. I dived for the Daytona USA first! I liked this game alot. But I was wondering....the stering seemed lighter than I last played....weird. And the car is most likely to crash if u turn to fast. They started to change from tokens to topup cards. It's exactly like what they used in KDU...where you scan and they deduct your credit instantly. And it's under StarTag too, same as KDU O_o I had to use one hand to hold the Card, and one hand to steer the car, and I found so much easier to do that. Even weirder huh? That was the retro Daytona, there was another more modern Daytona. Darnit, should have gone to that one! &gt;_&lt; I ended up at place 36th after all the crashes with 2 hands. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later my cousn asked me to play Marvel Heroes with her. Haha. Battled with a few characters. We won a couple of times, and after that, credit finished! So fast! Was expected...the games takes up alot of credit. Started to walk around the place. Entered the indoor park and browsed through the shops there. Nothing much. went upstairs and into Girls. Saw this mood ring which I hadn't seen for so long! Tried on a couple and all of them showed dark blue(Relaxed). Then tried on the last one and had this green and yellow colours....Mixed Emotion. Hah, wonder what's that mean. After one hour or so,we got a call from Aunt cause it's time to take the cable back to Gohtong Jaya. Woohoo! Then it's smooth sailing back to KL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Kinda boring eh? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. during the trip, I bought two rolls of thread. Finally can sew the sequins on my tee. If I can, I'll post the picture. Camera's outta battery anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112330023139723619?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112330023139723619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112330023139723619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112330023139723619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112330023139723619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/genting-rawkzz-if-only-i-had-money.html' title='Genting Rawkzz!! if only i had the money.....:('/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112299960070009472</id><published>2005-08-02T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T09:20:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was quite busy. Decided to go for a visit to SPCA since the LEO Club KDU was organizing one. Drove to KDU early morning. Too early to be exact. Supposed to be at 8.30 meeting point, but I came at 8am, to find no one there but myself :(&lt;br /&gt;Called the president, she's only on her way, so  wandered like some lost lil girl around KDU. Nothing much, just having a long glance at the notice board. The Mr and Ms KDU (Disco Inferno) audition is going on now and I was looking at the contestants. There's 2 people I know...makes me wonder who will win out of the 8...or was it 10...contestants. Wishing I could go see them in action, but the ticket is so much more than I had expected, so I ain't going :(&lt;br /&gt;Miss President came at about 8.15am. Along with some other LEO members. Finally got to know that person I've been emailing to about the SPCA visit. Haha. Sorry I didn't know you earlier on, I'm quite blur ^^"&lt;br /&gt;Left on the bus to Ampang. Jalan Kerja Ayer Lama if I'm not wrong. 63000 is the postcode. Got lost on the way when the bus reached Ampang. The place is big(to many of us) and finding SPCA is like looking for a needle in a hay stack!&lt;br /&gt;Finally found the place after a few minutes of going around Ampang. Somehow, Ampang reminds me of Kuantan and Kuala Terengganu...the buildings I mean. Reminds me that it's been awhile since I last visited those places.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to SPCA. Went there on the purpose to help to some paint job on the cages. To those unfortunate dogs...sorry that some paint ended up in your water bowl....please don't drink it, it's poisonous! Ok, it's not like they'll be able to read this -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I helped to de-bone some chicken neck, and man it's quite fun! :D It's not raw chicken neck for your information, it's cooked! And it's difficult to peel the meat of the bone...gotta learn from the two experts who helps Steven de-bone the chicken necks(Not fair Steven, you got two "Masters" to help you!!!).&lt;br /&gt;After de-bone-ing enough chicken necks, I went on to paint the cages. I got my hands alot of paint, and had to use alot of turpentine to get the paint off. The turpentine dries up really fast, and most of the guys just plain pour the turpentine straight to their hands, and not on the newspaper like I did.&lt;br /&gt;I patted and had cats licked my right hand, and patted and had dogs licked my left hand instead. Haha. Then I saw this one super cute cat! It's so darn active, and has the bluest eyes I've ever seen! XD And it's like Tarzan!! Climbing around the cage like there's no other cats with it! Woow! And there's this another cat i saw with one green and one blue eyes. Really unique!&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed really fast. Had to say goodbye to this place. I'm probably never going to have a chance to come back, coz I don't noe the way -_-"&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day  passed on as usual, with afternoon naps and late dinner :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the LEO Club KDU was invited to the LEO School at SK MethodistGirls School. That morning there was a long jam right outside KDU, because they are having a PMR seminar there(of all places....) and getting into KDU is very much a hassle. And little did I realise that the LEO-ers were trying to get a taxi until they saw me driving. In the end, I drove a couple of them to Brickfields(shhh! Keep this hush hush between us okay? My parents aren't supposed to know!). Following Steven's car, I drove to the school. Remembered that halfway there, I lost Steven because I didn't drive fast enough, and went into the wrong lane X_x! Luckily had someone in the car who's familiar with this place(thank god!) and he directed me t the school using another way. *phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to stand in for Secretary Eva that day. Had to go around being "Assistant Secretary". The secretary course was quite exciting! Get to know what a secretary really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the brief course, went to the main hall and joined the rest of the KDU LEO Club peepz. Got around to knowing a guy who used to be from SMKDJ like me. Sorry I didn't recognise you earlier, but you did look familiar lolx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted awhile with the other secretaries of other LEO Clubs. They're all a happy lot ^^ Rejoined the other KDU-ers when Tara and Steven came out of their respective briefing rooms. Had lunch and then drove 4 guys back to KDU. One went off halfway to Bangsar Shopping Centre as he's house is near there. Three guys left. All heading back to KDU. Reached KDU in 30 minutes, driving slow. Is 80 km/h slow, by the way? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 1.30pm. Had a long afternoon nap. Didn't get my assignments done coz I was too lazy lolx :P luckily the lecturers are still lenient(i think). Anyway, that's all for now. Gotta sleep. Adios~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112299960070009472?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112299960070009472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112299960070009472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112299960070009472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112299960070009472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy weekend'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112228728103768173</id><published>2005-07-25T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:01:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapid KL? Where's Intrakota? *warning: some rantings below*</title><content type='html'>Har....Just realised recently that the Intrakota buses had been replaced with the Rapid KL buses....thank god the numbers are still the same. I used to think that the Rapid KL buses just mushroomed overnight. Lame thought, eh? I began wondering where were the Intrakota buses when one of my friends, N, brought up the topic of her being late to college. At the time, I only realised I don't see anymore Intrakota buses on the road. Rapid KL became it's name, but according to N, it's not as rapid as it sounds O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I thought of taking some pictures for there was some stuff happening at KDU, but the battery was dead, so no pictures :( There were banners but I don't know what's going on. My classes starts at 8am, and ends at 11am, then I'm off home. Never bothered to know what's going on because was never really interested anyway, probably starts late into the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited G.A. today. Wahaha, sales! ^_^v Planning to get a new pair of sandals but I have to save alot this month for the rainy days....mustn't spend too much, but considerably.&lt;br /&gt;Found a pair of cute shoes, but couldn't decide on which colour to take. White, black, or pink. If I'm crazy, I'd buy all :D The white is petite, but since I always run even with high heels on, they'd turn black really fast, or grey first in that matter. Pink....sweet and cute but it's so hard to match some of my clothes......black....classy...but I got so many black shoes and sandals....Maybe this time I'll opt for either pink or white. I've been wearing purple these days so I think pink can fit. Maybe white....argh, can't make my mind up!! The shoes are 29.90 per pair....and this is on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Kak Watie, and tried the new Papparoti bread. RM1.60 for one plain bun with planta and sugar inside....worth it. But sometimes there's excessive amount of sugar inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted and ate in the shop till about 1pm, then head home. On the way, bought a roll of thread. Pinkish red. Wanted to use this thread to sew those sequins to my tee. I hope it looks okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112228728103768173?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112228728103768173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112228728103768173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112228728103768173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112228728103768173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/07/rapid-kl-wheres-intrakota-warning-some.html' title='Rapid KL? Where&apos;s Intrakota? *warning: some rantings below*'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112213467041697564</id><published>2005-07-23T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T10:10:33.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you can see, I have changed my blogskin to the preset version on BlogSpot, and I have a reason of doing so. You see, when I started posting pictures here, I have to have a big space so those who visit can read with ease. But I realised my previous blogskin, the "Blue Bolt of Fire" has very little space to view pictures, and you have to move the bottom scrollbar thing, which to me is quite a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think this is quite a nice skin, so i'll be using it for now. Okay, getting on with today's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up at about 7am. Early yea? Couldn't get back to sleep, so decided to complete some assignments before the new week starts. Went to my room, and just remembered that the lights are not working very well, so had to bring all my books and papers downstairs to the dining table as temporary study spot. MM was also awake, getting ready for school. Marching. Had to fetch her there at 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went back to work on the table....and not long after that the construction workers came to do the walls for the new storeroom downstairs. Again, I had to lug all my things upstairs because they were gonna start drilling and the racket they make can really irritate me. I hate loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, it was bright enough in my room, so I didn't have to use the light, not like it's usable anyway. Unfortunately, this was the same table I got when I was Standard 6, and it was supposed to be a computer table.&lt;br /&gt;I used it since then until now...but only recently I realised I couldn't spread my work comfortably on the table....hey, more books and papers okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, tried to cram all the stuff on the table, making note to go college later to do my work comfortably. Didn't go in the end, lazy to drive -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Called N that afternoon and discussed about Accounting assignments. Chatted about random things after that, and I had to go off, or else my mom is gonna nag me till god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the poncho for awhile, then started to feel sleepy. Had a long nap for 4 hours till 6pm, where I got up and took B for a walk. MP and LJ came along. LJ looked really funny because he took my father's slippers by accident. Run some more....it's a wonder how he ran so fast with such big slippers. Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;Later on, there were some troubles with the electricity in the house. The current wasn't flowing very well and the lights kept blinking like nobody's business. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the whole house had no electricity. Great. Just great. Mom called the TNB people to come andsee what was wrong. Took them nearly an hour to reach here. Minutes later they fixed the wirings and finally there's electricity! Huzzah! Things we took for granted!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's only an hour. There was one time where I had to wait for 3 to 4 hours. THAT was bad. And it went right through the morning! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, went out for dinner, and then did some assignments. After that, up here to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Picture time! :D Here are some pictures taken after I sent MM to school and befor the construction peepz arrive:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/mysteryhamper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mystery Hamper in the car :D (Realise it's wearing a seat belt?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/carmirrorsmash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Side mirror smashed. Drive didn'y drive properly. Omg my god.( I know the picture is blur, my hands weren't steady)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1536/396/320/temporarystudytable.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My temporary study table. Messily scattered. But comfortably spread out as well. I love big tables where I can spread out my work.&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/8423593-112213467041697564?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112213467041697564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112213467041697564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112213467041697564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112213467041697564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/07/many-changes.html' title='Many Changes'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8423593.post-112203058729425609</id><published>2005-07-22T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T05:52:36.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my cookies ;)</title><content type='html'>Last Monday, for the first time I tried baking cookies. So far, I had baked cakes and muffins, but not cookies. It's actually premade cookies, so all I have to do is add butter. Easy huh? Yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started at noon. I preheated the oven and had placed the block of butter on the oven in hopes for it to melt...but it didn't, okay, a bit. I got a bit impatient and just mixed the butter and the rest of the batter together. It took me quite a while to mix it because of the lumps of butter here and there. About 1 hour later, I finally got everything mixed. Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;The next thing was to shape the batter into a couple of round little circles and that took me 3 hours including baking all the batches.*phew!*&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finished cleaning up and packng the cookies into a container, it was dinner time. Kinda late to have cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm seems like half the year have gone by. I have met loads of people, loads of DIFFERENT type of people, and as I realised there ARE more "bye" friends than "hi" friends in my life. Not that I mind, since I'm an introvert anyway. I read in The Star newspaper one day that usually bloggers are introverts...instead of talking and telling people about events and how we feel and other stuffs, bloggers tend to just write them up in their blogs...how true, in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally in my third ball of yarn for the poncho. I have to get six of em, so I have another 3 more to go....damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my cousin from Germany is coming down on the 30th this month! Huzzah! Oh great, now I cannot study for my September exams...oh no! O_o&lt;br /&gt;And I HAVE got to tell her that the Malaysia Mega Sales has started! yay! Unfortunately, I don't work anymore...no more extra income....cannot get things that I wanted....haihz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dear Economics lecturer gave the class a chance of a glance at the exam timetable. They had planned the exams days pretty fast...wow.....&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I only have 2 days of exams...cool! Exams end faster! And I have a day of holiday because I'm not having exams on that day but everyone else! Okay...there are a few other people who are exceptions as well...like N :D (Hoi N, when are we going to HELP to inquire about their courses???? I don't wanna drive after the previous accident!! &gt;_&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I had wrote this post few days back, but you see, the computer here is a hell lot of trouble because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I don't know how to format this computer, and I don't want to risk it by simply pressing buttons.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm not a techie person&lt;br /&gt;3) I installed alot of programs but never deleted any of them until now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? that's why it's giving me a hell lotta trouble. Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to SPCA next week. KDU LEO Club activity for the month of July. I love animals! Cockroaches and bugs and pests not included! Doggies! Catties! Yay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's no the same day my cousin is coming here. Cootz! Oh, that was a new word i just made myself! Cootz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8423593-112203058729425609?l=colabottle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/feeds/112203058729425609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8423593&amp;postID=112203058729425609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112203058729425609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8423593/posts/default/112203058729425609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colabottle.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-my-cookies.html' title='Me and my cookies ;)'/><author><name>Chelle Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16807130232757037673</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
