<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:51:41.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niche of random ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2786111132507344455</id><published>2011-10-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T22:48:22.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from hiatus</title><content type='html'>I'm back to finally using the right side of brain and utilising its full potential in "creative writing" . So what do we have here? I'm currently working... I know, this is totally uncalled for and unexpected considering the fact that I had initial lazy plans to bum around for at least 6 months. Oh well, not that it's a bad thing really. It's a good way in getting some experiences from various aspects, not just from job perspective. In case if you're interested, there is no official reason on why I decided to abandon my blog for a good 3 months. Let's just face it, if I really wanna display everything I have on my adventures, misadventures, missteps, etc, Facebook is really a place to go. There is no more hypocritical place in the web as much as in Facebook. I mean, hello, Twitter status updated in Facebook? O_o I'm not too perfect either since I shamelessly announce about my latest blog updates in FB too. Don't you just love it when a hypocritical person criticises the hypocrisy of one's surroundings? So anyhow, as random as I can get in reality, I think I just remembered that I forgot to announce that yes... I've finally graduated, attended the convocation, free from being a student yada yada yada. Hey don't get me wrong, I enjoy being a student a lot. It's the only time where you could get special discounts in various stores and give excuses like "I was naive and immature" when you make mistakes. &lt;div&gt;As with all other occasions I've previously encountered.. yes I was pretty anxious and anticipating the day I leave my uni but true enough, when the time comes, I remained nonchalant and went through it like farting in a quiet room. Groovy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And really, nothing much really happened in these few months. No, I haven't discovered an awesome chemical reaction yet. However I can't say that everything remains the same . Changes occur occasionally in life.. so what more in people? No big deal really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh gee, as I'm writing this my brain juice decided to stop working. Honestly, I wonder how long more can I update my blog since I don't exactly lead a too dangerous lifestyle to be able to pen my experiences down for anyone to read.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, in order to expand the capabilities of my brain, I've been thinking lately maybe I should get involved in things that would give the creative side of my brain a bootcamp workout. I would really love to try my hands on photoshop again. (for the 100th time) -_- Maybe creativity and me will never get along. I think I could sit down and spend more time on deciphering a cryptograph than trying to figure out which brush and font to use. I do have occasional crazy ideas on wanting to attempt painting... and let's just put it this way.. my art is no better than a 5 year old's. I still draw the same way of houses with doors and coconut trees the way I did when I was 5. Someone has definitely forgotten to insert an "artistic" chip when I was being programmed. Hmm perhaps I could get myself involved with arts and crafts? Like you know, cutting up and pasting papers everywhere. Hmmm bad idea since I don't exactly cut neatly with a pair of scissors even with a very VISIBLE outline. What am I really??? O____o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or... writing nonsense in blog and then try to milk money from blog posts via nangnang, nuffnuff, not-enuff or whatnot. Hmmm.. nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, perhaps I should just stop wanting to expand my brain capabilities and focus on starting my plans on writing a cook book from now on and hosting my own cook show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should start becoming a freelance model.... oh, wait.. hold on.. LOL Nope can't do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of my "plans" and to further reinstate my position as queen on randomness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Etx0PQ1LTmE/TpmXl3q4bEI/AAAAAAAABC0/xT77GRJrJRs/s1600/2042%2BA.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Etx0PQ1LTmE/TpmXl3q4bEI/AAAAAAAABC0/xT77GRJrJRs/s400/2042%2BA.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663724683249871938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;My convo pic. On a lighter note, at least there was no seaweed in between my teeth and that I still look okay despite minimal makeup. Will there by any possible chances in future for me to wear a robe in the near future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll say.... Absolutely yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard bathrobes are really comfortable after a bath. Especially when they just come out from laundry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2786111132507344455?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2786111132507344455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2786111132507344455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2786111132507344455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2786111132507344455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2011/10/back-from-hiatus.html' title='Back from hiatus'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Etx0PQ1LTmE/TpmXl3q4bEI/AAAAAAAABC0/xT77GRJrJRs/s72-c/2042%2BA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3672087134748001348</id><published>2011-07-06T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T23:54:08.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm I did say I'll write something in a day or two... Hah! I broke my promise. Not that it really matters anyway. My time is pretty much occupied now that I'm "free" to do whatever I want. From reading countless Chinese historical books, to whipping up dishes in the kitchen, salivating while watching food network programmes and occasional shopping with mom. Now you tell me, what is it that I have nothing to do when I have lots of spare time? Digressing, I don't seem to get certain quarters that complained cause they are rotting at home and when classes start to commence, they complained that it's too much for them to handle. Like really? From the way I see it, the problem comes from you not your surroundings. If you are too free, get something to do. It's really that simple. If you don't cook, read. If you don't read, do housework. If you have a maid, watch tv. If you have no tv, workout. If you are lazy like a pig, go get a part time job. The possibilities are endless. As for me, I'm enjoying every moment I can with things I want to do before embarking a new "adulthood" journey. &lt;div&gt;So, anyway to those who are curious on why I decided not to further study now.. Well you see, I can always further my studies anytime, any period I want in life. On gaining certain work experiences in work force, the later you enter it, the more you tend to lose out. Unless of course, working under financial stringency while continuously pursuing knowledge that sometimes make you ponder why are you doing this is your kinda thing, by all means go ahead. Research work is not too bad.. only if you have the dedication for it. I realised earlier that my dedication for it is almost 0, so I decided not to be stubborn and go ahead with it . My goal in life is not desperately getting that Dr. title. If you have no dedication, don't even bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So again, if you are wondering why I decide not to pursue a medical degree... Life as a doctor is not for me. -_- So.. once again, no dedication don't bother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reasons, I rather slave out while working for corporate companies than working as a person who would probably gain society's trust and respect. *rolls eyes* Oh, sorry that I'm not your typical Asian with typical Asian mindset.Oh sorry that I decide not to be a doctor. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But again, never say never. Who knows somewhere along the line, I might take up one of these things...  when I'm greying and wrinkled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh... great. Digressed too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to intended topic of today's post. Haadyai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150202094126643.318176.545986642&amp;amp;l=2e63a36784"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150202094126643.318176.545986642&amp;amp;l=2e63a36784&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too lazy for any descriptions anymore. Besides, I'm guessing that whoever had FB and had me as a friend, you would've seen it. If you are under my friend list and haven't then here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will summarise my haadyai trip with one word. Food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be going there again at the end of August. This time we are also going to Krabi, Pattalung as well. Or maybe... a cruise trip again somewhere the end of year? We initially planned for a cruise trip to Krabi/Phuket but my dad decided that it was a hassle to embark from penang port so we forgo the plan. -_______- But I'm not complaining. Still going to the same place anyway. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In about two weeks from now, we will be heading to Betung for a one day trip. Mostly for some holy pilgrimage thingy for us Buddhists. I will miss out the chance on going to Vietnam cause the trip planned by my relatives will be held during my convocation. :( Believe me, I was very much tempted to forgo convocation for a vacation. Hahaha. If it wasn't for memories sake.... Sigh. Am I the only one who actually thinks lowly of convocations? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, about two weeks ago it was my birthday. Oh yay? As per tradition, every year I celebrate only with two of us. Less hassle and besides it's private affair and we can talk/gossip as much as we want :P Note the word gossip. LOL!! This year, I had my dinner at Opus Bistro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/268934_10150216416286643_545986642_7642817_6924470_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complimentary buns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/260365_10150216416341643_545986642_7642820_8108583_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinaigratte for dipping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264831_10150216416411643_545986642_7642822_2293792_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep fried cheese balls with an Italian name that I have forgotten. Arcini something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/263917_10150216416486643_545986642_7642824_7485944_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum yum and cheesy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/260227_10150216416526643_545986642_7642826_7707877_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spinach ravioli with gorgonzola cheese sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/268348_10150216416566643_545986642_7642827_6246956_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wild mushroom and asparagus risotto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/267810_10150216416621643_545986642_7642829_5435319_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assorted bruschetta we ordered cause it's just not filling enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/270568_10150216416721643_545986642_7642832_3997557_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiramisu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262161_10150216415346643_545986642_7642782_7062956_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/264918_10150216415426643_545986642_7642784_1493848_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Offguard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267259_10150216415701643_545986642_7642793_5693243_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/265041_10150216445066643_545986642_7643023_7721281_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I think the food was okay. I didn't feel it was special.. maybe cause I can easily prepare them at home? :O Just give me the right ingredients I am good to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yep, that's all for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I find the time, up next, will be posting up my latest endeavors in kitchen "art" oh... and also the after examination-sorta-graduation-party that was held about 2 months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your free time everyone =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3672087134748001348?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3672087134748001348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3672087134748001348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3672087134748001348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3672087134748001348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2011/07/hmmm-i-did-say-ill-write-something-in.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1277591104910708311</id><published>2011-06-29T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:16:47.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning is here</title><content type='html'>And so, it ended. All that I've waited for had finally arrived. I've broken free from the constraints of rigid education system and narrow minded people. Although I don't graduate with top honours, I'm still pretty satisfied with myself. Never mind the fact that I virtually skip every single lecture I possibly could since three semesters ago, did my weekly much-dreaded-practical reports half heartedly and studied only a week before the finals this time around, somehow it came up a little surprising to me that I still managed to graduate with upper second class grade. The biggest irony yet; the final semester where I practically put in only about 5% of dedication, sweat and tears, I had the highest GPA among all semesters. Above 3.6 While this number signifies failure to certain quarters, I still laugh at it disbelievingly. It's almost like the universe decides to have fun with me for the last semester but of course, I'm not complaining. :) Initially, when I first enrolled into the institution, I was rather worried about the final year project,   thesis writing. Perhaps during that moment, it was overwhelming for me but when that moment arrives, all that anticipation and excitement got lost on its way to last semester. But again, I'm fortunate and happy with the outcome. I managed to get an A- for a project that my research group although... let's not go there shall we. It's nothing awful... It's just that during the whole research period, well, it sort of became a series of comedic antics that I still couldn't forget until now. All I can say.. Good times. Research does not mean that you have to be an A-hole to get the A. I guess people tend to forget that thinking out of the box is crucial in making things work and errrr research outcome is definitely not dependent what grades you get in school. I can totally vouch for that.  They say seeing is believing... and I saw things that can send multiple shockwaves to your brain. because your neurons emit extreme charges upon seeing such ludicrousness. Someone can just die of seizures by laughing too much really. But oh well, for the yous that did not witness such hilarity, it's quite hard to fathom to what extent a person is capable of being an idiot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, here's a couple of pics I dug out from Tim's albums piled up somewhere among his plethora of uploads. -_-. Nothing deep, just something I felt fun-w0rthy to put up in the blog. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/39170_10150231329300106_618045105_13766755_8137087_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/39170_10150231329300106_618045105_13766755_8137087_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's me. This was taken in semester 4 during one of those redundant visits. Trying to stay awake was really difficult. *yawsn*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180679_10150402371060106_618045105_17264554_875127_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 432px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/180679_10150402371060106_618045105_17264554_875127_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing peculiar. It's just a random one. Advertising our flaws during the course of research. This is what exhaustion from long hours can do to you. You throw pipette tips into an agar you painstakingly prepared instead of a bin! The best part is, you continued to put the faulty agar into the refrigerator just cause. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After typing endlessly, I forgot to mention that my graduation convocation is not here yet actually. It will be held during end of August. So you may ask me, what have I been doing lately and I'll say nothing much. Catching up with relaxations while at the same time thinking of some choices I have. I've been sending in resumes to look for jobs... but really not in a hurry. I don't want to get a job that I'm not interested. There's no point in looking for one when you know you won't be there for long. I'll see what this takes me. There's no doubt that I sometimes get stuck in a dilemma. If I should go ahead with my passion in baking/cooking or get a decent job or so. I guess such phases occur a lot in many people but really... I sometimes analyse things too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Life. Sometimes you ponder about things so much that you forget that the clock is ticking second by second during that pondering moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyhow, now that I probably got my blogging inclination back, in a day or so I'll post up some pics I took when I went to Haadyai and during my birthday ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be back. Asta la vista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1277591104910708311?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1277591104910708311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1277591104910708311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1277591104910708311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1277591104910708311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-so-it-ended.html' title='The beginning is here'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-9097212123386300513</id><published>2011-01-27T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:39:31.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well. What do I have here? Since Semester 6 began, I got pretty busy with the research project and at this moment, I was "given" a momentary peace before the arrival of yet another grueling research project that involves cows' milk. Though I claimed it to be "peace" I'm actually taking a short break now from searching journals for my other project on nanoparticle research. This semester is inundated with journals, research and presentation for sure. Although I'm having one final exam this time, but the effort and time I have to submit myself to academics slavery weighs more than studying for finals. &lt;div&gt;In these recent weeks, I tried very hard to control my emotions though there was this instance where my head took control over me and I stormed out in the middle of a conversation. It's not about the workload that's bothering me mind you, it's working with people part. Usually, I consider myself a teamplayer because I can generally work very well with people given that you don't behave like an idiot. And I honestly thought that I'm one dumb person that is too compulsive, doing things without thinking.... It turns out that I'm not so dumb after all. *self discovery mode* "I'm actually not as dumb as I think I am"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monologues aside, for the coming research project, the list of things I need to constantly remind myself that patience is virtue and repeat in the head "I'm a calm person" at least 10 times before my anger takes control of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, at this moment, I really just wanna work alone, not the research project though but for the rest of the projects. Team work? What team work? The only team work I know is one looks for one info, the other looks for another, and subsequently everyone collects the data and present the data as group. I don't know how much longer I can take this.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-9097212123386300513?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/9097212123386300513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=9097212123386300513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/9097212123386300513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/9097212123386300513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2011/01/well-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3379778565907435989</id><published>2010-12-28T15:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T21:29:59.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise 2010</title><content type='html'>Finally, I found the time to blog about my cruise trip after spending days reading my favourite manga tirelessly. I gotta enjoy and play as much as I want since the new semester is approaching. Since it's near the end, I should try to keep a cool composure while dealing with those impending "hardships" and struggles. One thing I could summarise about my trip is that .. After coming back from that trip, I felt lazier than ever. All I did was eat, sleep wait for next meal and the cycle repeats. If you ask me, it's the ultimate paradise for slobs like me. Nothing to think about or worry. No assignments. No practicals and most importantly, no faces of people I loathe in uni. Yahoo for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-6.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-7.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.png" alt="" /&gt;Though it's only temporary but hey at least it's still something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 586px; height: 440px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs014.snc6/166432_473617921642_545986642_6294728_6678811_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the harbour. Took pics of some ships. Hmm I would have been happier if I can see an ancient Chinese armada. Hohohoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 478px; height: 358px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs009.ash2/33826_473617971642_545986642_6294730_5644558_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ship, where all the "adventure" begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1374.snc4/164606_473618016642_545986642_6294732_2699005_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa and his ho. Kidding. I wouldn't degrade myself to a ho status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs696.snc4/63678_473618231642_545986642_6294736_1109569_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cabin we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs744.ash1/163626_473618471642_545986642_6294743_7885012_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dinner in the cruise. And may I remind you this is only the portion of it. In the Western cuisine restaurant, you can order food AND take as much as you desire from the buffet spread(Appetisers and desserts). Cloud nine. Ahhh. There are actually MANY other choices but I really have to save room for the mains. I took these to fill my hungry stomach. Duck breast, Chicken salad and some broccoli. In the buffet spread, there are also buns. Not just one type of buns but at least 5 types. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the soup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 372px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs771.ash1/166105_473618511642_545986642_6294744_8103128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood gumbo! Let me explain here, for those dishes that you can order, we are usually given a few choices to choose from. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; height: 370px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1364.snc4/163647_473618566642_545986642_6294746_4437379_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the selection: Fetuccine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs376.ash2/65440_473618616642_545986642_6294748_3418590_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Salmon! It was served with some sauteed mushrooms and mashed potato as the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs354.ash2/63441_473618656642_545986642_6294750_3120894_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desserts that I've taken from the buffet. Mango cake, cheesecake, chocolate cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 518px; height: 389px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1375.snc4/164728_473618976642_545986642_6294759_5296207_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident evil much. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2nd day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 507px; height: 380px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs772.ash1/166289_473619026642_545986642_6294761_3860039_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean view on a cool breezy morning after you wake up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 565px; height: 424px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs300.ash2/58060_473619096642_545986642_6294764_2920008_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these from the buffet. Sausages, pork bacon, scrambled eggs. As with all breakfast buffet, they too have array of cereals and buns to choose from, and yogurt for the health conscious ones. Ah and for breakfast menu, you can always choose how you want your eggs to be. Boiled, Fried, you name it.  Aside from that, you can have chef's special. I always have one description about going for cruise. You won't get afraid of nothing to eat, but you get afraid of eating too much. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 573px; height: 430px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1385.snc4/163780_473619151642_545986642_6294766_4638581_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took cheese omelette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs013.snc6/166376_473619181642_545986642_6294767_6684582_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After downing all that, I even ate the chef's special: Blueberry pancakes. I'll say, I became a bottomless pit. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 421px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs419.ash2/69767_473619271642_545986642_6294769_3971588_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling at the deck reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 614px; height: 461px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs122.ash2/39462_473619316642_545986642_6294771_5964921_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 563px; height: 422px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1369.snc4/164119_473619376642_545986642_6294772_459289_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, even when I'm not reading, I can still gaze at the sky doing nothing. That's my purpose of cruise vacation. To think about nothing and only about what to eat next. HEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after lazing around.. lunch time arrives O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1140.snc4/148260_473619451642_545986642_6294776_355274_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I took the desserts first &gt;_&lt;&gt;__&gt; What to do, temptations came and temptations overwhelmed me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 531px; height: 398px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165696_473619481642_545986642_6294777_1997831_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose chicken broth. Yum. So chickeny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 548px; height: 412px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs007.snc6/165756_473619621642_545986642_6294779_8257149_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my selection actually. I was feeling kinda bloated from the desserts (Bad choice and never repeat that ) so I chose another. This was grilled fish.. (I forgot the name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs032.snc6/166217_473619661642_545986642_6294781_7645665_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My selection: Grilled vegetarian sandwich. Slices of zucchini and tomato sandwiched between breads grilled with melted cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 594px; height: 446px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs715.snc4/63567_473619706642_545986642_6294782_2058262_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 528px; height: 396px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs745.ash1/163716_473619776642_545986642_6294784_7210309_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing in to Phuket.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah for the 2nd night dinner, it was slightly better than the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 558px; height: 418px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs933.snc4/74694_473619851642_545986642_6294786_526022_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buns that were served. These were the buns that were in the buffet spread for breakfast lunch and dinner. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 564px; height: 424px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs355.ash2/63527_473619941642_545986642_6294787_3315086_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and mom's appetiser: Proscuitto served with grissini. I absolutely love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 418px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs734.ash1/162819_473620011642_545986642_6294789_8283226_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice ain't too bad too! Shrimp cocktail with wasabi sauce. Wasabi was not too overpowering and the shrimp was soooooo fresh. I loved it. Actually come to think of it, none of the dish in the Western food we ate was disappointing lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 410px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs433.snc4/47595_473620046642_545986642_6294791_1669854_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' vegetable broth with wild rice. Don't be fooled by it's simplicity. It was delicious in a very not too overwhelming way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 386px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs006.snc6/165644_473620081642_545986642_6294792_6493061_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cream of chicken. ^___^ Cream. Cream Yumm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 518px; height: 388px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs031.snc6/166166_473620131642_545986642_6294794_5065534_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our grilled halibut. And I know you must be thinking if we actually get bored eating so many fishes. Nope we didn't. Every type of fish served has its unique flavour. The best part is, the fish was always made just right. Crispy on the skin and flaky on the inside. The way I love my fish. Another choice available for main was beef. Too bad we are not beef eaters but if my memory serves me right, they were serving one of the better parts. Medallion or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 494px; height: 370px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1358.snc4/163024_473620166642_545986642_6294795_239006_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our choice of dessert! Apple pie. The crust was so delicious. It really melts in your mouth once you take a bite of it. The filling was not too sweet to. It was heavenly when you eat it with the cold ice cream. The warmth of the pie and the coldness of the ice cream=orgasmic. Lol&lt;br /&gt;Other dessert choices were chocolate mousse and just scoop of ice cream. The 3rd choice is definitely out for me. hello, why take only ice cream when you have apple pie? I didn't take chocolate mousse because I kinda eat it often so ... yeah hence my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 404px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs027.snc6/165696_473620316642_545986642_6294800_2962925_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs005.snc6/165586_473620396642_545986642_6294802_3814456_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 538px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1391.snc4/164340_473620446642_545986642_6294804_2088590_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs300.ash2/58038_473620526642_545986642_6294805_1806162_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 400px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs756.ash1/164708_473620581642_545986642_6294807_1477068_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 407px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs354.ash2/63480_473620661642_545986642_6294809_6546630_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots I took while we were in Patong beach. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 3rd day breakfast.. I stopped taking photos of.. breakfast cause it's the same thing with the exception that they had extra turkey ham this time. Can you imagine.. 4 days of eggs, bacons, hams, buns for breakfast only? LOL. I'm so afraid of looking at bacons and eggs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 3rd day of lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 576px; height: 433px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs748.ash1/163916_473620886642_545986642_6294816_4414921_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had cream of tomato soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 601px; height: 451px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs732.ash1/162602_473620951642_545986642_6294818_6513556_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's seafood pasta ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 589px; height: 442px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1376.snc4/164799_473621021642_545986642_6294819_5824516_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chicken scnitzel. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 584px; height: 439px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs393.ash2/67167_473621066642_545986642_6294821_1466312_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take appetisers but I took desserts again. I can't help it. They serve different ones everyday T__T I took lemon cake and marble cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dinner for 3rd night, it was the special gala. Boy, I was glad that I didnt choose the Chinese meals one. Not that the menu was not good (They had shark's fin, sea cucumber .. that kinda thing) but you know we've eaten that kinda thing so many times so why not eat Western food right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs740.ash1/163203_473621131642_545986642_6294823_5460691_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1380.snc4/163273_473621216642_545986642_6294824_707528_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs791.snc4/67123_473621346642_545986642_6294827_7655225_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mocktail! (Mine, bro's and mom's) They were having promotion so it was cheaper. Slight cheaper because the price was 17 Sg$ before tax. So it would probably be only a few ringgit cheaper than what you can get in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1338.snc4/163030_473621391642_545986642_6294829_7369459_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's appetiser: Escargot. I should have ordered that. It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 413px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs822.snc4/68260_473621476642_545986642_6294831_4953420_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ours: Seared black pepper salmon. It was delicious but I seldom eat escargots. Never expected the escargots they served was so awesome. T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 588px; height: 442px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs953.snc4/74612_473621556642_545986642_6294833_2344466_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wild mushroom soup cause we can't take beef broth. XD&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not your average mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 577px; height: 433px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1379.snc4/163163_473621626642_545986642_6294835_7191132_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baked chicken with lemon and thyme. Gosh this was soooo good. The gravy was incredible. I probably wouldn't make this at home because the kinda gravy they use takes a long time to prepare. Seen something similar in Take Home Chef before. The baked potato has cheese on the top &lt;3 style="width: 604px; height: 454px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs615.ash2/156762_473621681642_545986642_6294837_5808849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' grilled seabass. See I told you, we don't get bored with fishes. Haha. I took a bite of this and absolutely nothing to complain about. Fish was fresh. texture was fine. It was all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the dessert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 596px; height: 448px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs033.snc6/166296_473621796642_545986642_6294843_2903552_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marnier ice cream with mango sauce. Gosh, when I ate this, I think my eyes brightened up. The texture was sorta like pudding and ice cream mixed together. EEEEEEk I wanna have more of this. Any idea if they have this here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day: Dinner. (Did not take pics of Chinese food we ate for lunch cause I;m just not that interested. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 556px; height: 418px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs027.snc6/165729_473621911642_545986642_6294848_2581443_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to take some greens for appetisers right? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 391px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1385.snc4/163745_473621986642_545986642_6294850_6585643_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin soup! So creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs907.snc4/72066_473622036642_545986642_6294852_178223_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's onion soup. I hate it when both choices are equally good. I can't have both! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1396.snc4/164861_473622076642_545986642_6294853_7849485_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our main: Duck breast served with kumquat sauce and cannelloni. My absolutely favourite dish hands down! There was chopped spinach inside the cannelloni. The duck breast and its sauce.. no complains! LOL Can't possibly describe how much I love this dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 407px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs817.snc4/69758_473622126642_545986642_6294855_357849_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have room for desserts. &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some pics taken when I was in Singapore.. Too lazy to post it up here cause it's not really interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty sums up the kinda food I had. Even to the very last day , we filled our tummies happily for the last breakfast we had there. I didn't take any pic but aside from those I already took pics of, we were lucky enough to have chef's special that was... salmon steak. Salmon steaks for breakfast. Gosh the cholesterol. XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep, that's about it. If I'm free tomorrow, I'll post up pics of my Christmas 2010. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah before I leave, Merry Christmas everyone. A little too late but better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/dennis/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3379778565907435989?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3379778565907435989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3379778565907435989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3379778565907435989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3379778565907435989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/12/cruise-2010.html' title='Cruise 2010'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-7263068516824664259</id><published>2010-12-16T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:16:00.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking is a way out</title><content type='html'>A way out of problems that is. At least I feel liberated every time when I'm in the kitchen working on some new recipes. I don't consider myself extremely talented in cooking but I tried and tried and tried. It's funny that cooking is the only subject where I wouldn't mind trying again and again diligently. I don't cook and take pics to show I'm talented but I just like taking pictures and sharing them so I can get an honest feedback about the presentation of every dish I prepared if possible. Basically, every single picture I shared are "successful recipes". That is if I myself give them an ok or good feedbacks from my friends and family. I haven't been posting some of my latest errr "projects" so yes here they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 381px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs301.ash2/58177_436561311642_545986642_5708050_2153492_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lamb pasta. Cooked with red wine , onions and bell peppers. Oh and with tomato puree as well but I kept that at the minimum or else it would a little sourish considering that I want the lamb flavour to penetrate the pasta and also that I want the slight sweet taste that comes from the peppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 506px; height: 380px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs391.ash2/66943_441397966642_545986642_5805640_8056665_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 504px; height: 377px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs381.ash2/65943_441398006642_545986642_5805642_5058737_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special about these pizzas actually. Just that the one above was with white sauce+ham and bacon topped. I've added cheese together with the sauce so I don't need to top it with cheese. The bottom one was with pork sausages+red sauce and onions topped with fresh mozarella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 523px; height: 392px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1138.snc4/150092_455944216642_545986642_6042292_738455_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pork sausage salad. I didn't use any rich dressing but I first pan fried the cut sausages thus the flavour from the pork will infuse with the oil. With that oil I use it as a dressing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 407px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs973.snc4/76687_455943901642_545986642_6042286_3108089_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken avocado salad with mayo. Pretty simple to make actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 405px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1197.snc4/154910_455944091642_545986642_6042289_1695390_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 553px; height: 414px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1149.snc4/149097_455944391642_545986642_6042298_6925548_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 514px; height: 385px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1133.snc4/149530_455944316642_545986642_6042295_553345_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so these three pictures show how I did the tortilla pockets. The filling was made of chicken cooked with peppers, mushrooms and chicken. Yes I love peppers. So with the filling made, I just heat the package tortillas on the pan, put the filling in, wrap it up and voila these cute little pockets. I'll try to use fried chicken as filling if I have the time in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 405px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1210.snc4/156252_461435976642_545986642_6110107_3317041_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braised fish with tomato and red wine sauce. Lol I know the broccoli formation is funny but I cant help it. Looks like some Chinese wedding dinner dish right? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 386px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1195.snc4/154745_461436046642_545986642_6110111_1126749_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onion soup! I could have made it thicker if I wanted too but I prefer it to be this way. I used chicken stock. It has leeks and err onions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 408px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs493.ash2/76637_461436176642_545986642_6110118_4801701_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I kinda arrange this in a rather peculiar way but I'm trying to improve my food presentation skills so cut me some slack -.- I bought these imported sausages from Cold Storage. 6 for Rm 35. Expensive but worth it. I didn't wanna just pan fry it and serve it so I just whipped up some gravy for these sausages. I didn't use any recipe so thank goodness it turned out good. I used tomato puree, onions, and red wine for the sauce. As for the herbs, I used rosemary because I wanted it to taste savoury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 536px; height: 403px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs492.ash2/76583_461436101642_545986642_6110114_3900486_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home made bruschetta. Actually, you don't need a recipe for this. I mean, I didn't even use ant recipes and it still turned out good. It's a matter of using the right amount of ingredients and seasoning. Oh and lots and lots of cheese as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 567px; height: 426px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs488.ash2/76096_462956376642_545986642_6136473_7934739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vegetarian curry. I did not use any single meat based product. Kinda proud of myself cause I cooking without meat stock or meat is a "challenge" for me. Potatoes, cabbages, carrots, tomatoes, and the usual spices are used in this curry. I've learnt from Curtis Stone in one of his shows that adding tomatoes in curry thickens the gravy and yes he was absolutely right. As you can see, the tomatoes are not visible because they have been cooked long enough to form puree in the curry. I added carrots because I want the curry to have a nice sweet vegetable taste. The potatoes also helped in creating the flavour for this curry. I may add leeks in the future cause leeks also have awesome flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 533px; height: 400px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1213.snc4/156576_463372386642_545986642_6141956_4199399_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrimp salad with yogurt based dressing. Yep, I used yogurt because i wanted to cut down on the calories but I wanted my dressing to be creamy at the same time. Shrimps are first cooked with olive oil then I added parsley. Though I think using fresh parsley would have been better, but I did not have any so I had to use the dried one instead. The remaining oil from cooking the shrimps are mixed with the yogurt to form a dressing. It will be wasteful to throw the oil away because the shrimp flavours have been infused into the oil. I didn't wanna use those unhealthy breadcrumbs so I used an alternative of toast wholemeal bread. It sorta worked  because it still gives you that crispy texture. It's nice when you eat it with the shrimp and lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 425px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1189.snc4/154117_466332631642_545986642_6187115_1660245_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first homemade whole wheat bread. Mind the shape. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1203.snc4/155583_469587446642_545986642_6234742_6553454_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baked oreo cheesecake. I still think I need to master on controlling the baking temperature. But thank goodness it didn't over bake or else the it will end up hard. And since I baked it, the cake will be slightly yellowish compared to non baked ones. Or it really might have been a case of slight overbaking. I won't know until I bake this a second time with a lowered temperature. Nevertheless, this cake was finish eaten within a day. It's a good feedback. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 561px; height: 422px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs694.snc4/63469_469587376642_545986642_6234741_4521121_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, only the top was yellowish, other than that the cake is perfectly fine :D It's a little messy though since I cut it with a not so sharp knife so yeah, the borders were not perfect. This reminds me that I need to get a real sharp cake knife already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 401px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs754.snc4/65413_470861286642_545986642_6250959_7509826_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my homemade version of claypot chicken rice. Obviously I did not use claypot since I don't have one so I used rice cooker as an alternative. I'm pretty happy how it turned out but of course there is still some room for improvement. Actually, I miscalculated the rice cooking time so the rice was done before I was done with the meat cooking. It would have been better if I add the cooked chicken with the gravy onto the rice before the rice is FULLY cooked because the rice would have more time to absorb flavours from the gravy while it is still cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's about what I have been doing at home fiddling around with my kitchen. =D&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I still have some more stuffs to pack for my cruise trip tomorrow. Until then~~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-7263068516824664259?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/7263068516824664259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=7263068516824664259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7263068516824664259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7263068516824664259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/12/cooking-is-way-out.html' title='Cooking is a way out'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3232727869522406499</id><published>2010-11-26T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:57:38.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite all of the whirlwind in Semester 5, I have, fortunately passed all my subjects! Although my GPA was not as good as previous semester, but again, my cgpa climbed again. I really did come a long way didn't I? From a person that barely reaches the upper second class mark, I have certainly came a darn long way. Unfortunately, not everyone is as fortunate  there were some who failed the very much dreaded Medical Jurisprudence. I wish most of you that are retaking this subject a very best of luck. All of you can certainly go through this with ease!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one issue that can't seem to get off from my head. You see, I believe in life isn't just about the glory of certain criteria and I absolutely also don't believe that one must blow his or her own trumpet especially in social networks. Someone ought to get a big piece of humble pie. Honestly, who likes a trumpet blower? If you ask me how far would such people get in life, my answer is very simple , : As far as how much the trumpet sound is heard. Modesty is one word that doesn't appear in the dictionary of such people. I pity the fool who only blows the trumpet in order to gain recognition.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's also a conclusion to my part: Every dog has its day. Don't be too happy. Just yet. When life decides to be a bitch on you, she bites so hard that you can never get rid of the scar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3232727869522406499?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3232727869522406499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3232727869522406499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3232727869522406499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3232727869522406499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/11/despite-all-of-whirlwind-in-semester-5.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-7588484258975722266</id><published>2010-11-20T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:33:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbed</title><content type='html'>My anger has just completely being numbed. It's really pointless to get upset with current situations. As much as there is truly much injustice in the world and that it happened to me, my initial bitterness has just reduced to pure form of sympathy. I sympathise anyone who would behave such a way to another person with deliberate attempts. The worst may happen to me due to common human bad behaviour but really, getting angry and upset about it would not solve matters. So I'll just let nature takes its course. Again, I truly sympathise one who would behave such a way because one behaviour certainly begets another similar one. If anyone is happy doing this, then they shall do so but I'm certain such delightfulness will not last. There is absolutely nothing for me to be upset about that I have supporting family and friends. As these people are foundations for my strength, I shall go through anything with pride and stride. &lt;div&gt;If anyone found that it was joy to accuse and subsequently speaking ill of someone which is not honest at all behind one's back, by all means do so. Your joy in life is limited. May you enjoy your short lived joy while it lasts. I believe everything in life achieves balance at every aspect.  You can get really high up at any point in life, but when arrogance and needs to be superior becomes more than what you can handle, you will fall. Real hard. I'm keeping myself silent and wait while the day arrives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, again, enjoy while it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-7588484258975722266?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/7588484258975722266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=7588484258975722266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7588484258975722266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7588484258975722266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/11/numbed.html' title='Numbed'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4651522275259523176</id><published>2010-11-16T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T18:17:31.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, it seems the dark clouds have finally reached the shores of our comfortable zones. Now people are crying, panicking.... a case of a pandemonium I presume.  I was one of the meterological department staff that have predicted the impending omen and  the alarms were sounded, harbingers were blinking ferociously and warnings were given to every single soul out there, no one gave a damn. Now that the tornado has arrived, it is then people start to have paranoia on possible destructive outcomes. Wow. I'm not the LEAST surprised when this tornado came. It makes you wonder,  the cause is really a case of selfishness where people would only start taking action when things happen to them or just a case of feigning ignorance, or really, just a classical symptom of impaired cognition? Whichever the reason is, I could only end my post with this simple sentence;&lt;div&gt;The fault does not lie on the person who grades your assignment, the fault lies within the persons who refused to take actions when they knew something was awfully wrong. You can't blame mother nature if she decides to impose rain on you, you can only blame yourself when you choose to ignore the warning signs  when the thunders and lightnings appear in sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4651522275259523176?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4651522275259523176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4651522275259523176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4651522275259523176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4651522275259523176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-it-seems-dark-clouds-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2329412828373316682</id><published>2010-11-14T17:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:20:19.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm seriously freaking bored with studying radiobiology. The worst part of this final is that for those who took up Infectious Disease outbreak as an elective, our exam would be on the Friday. Means I have to wait for another three days before the torment actually ends. At least on the plus side, GPA is not taken into account with this subject and they better keep it that way.&lt;div&gt; I FREAKIN HOPE  THEY DO NOT DECIDE TO CHANGE THEIR DECISION WITHOUT INFORMING US. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;the taste of freedom is so near yet so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/6837416940323755668-2329412828373316682?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2329412828373316682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2329412828373316682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2329412828373316682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2329412828373316682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-seriously-freaking-bored-with.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2738717465687836594</id><published>2010-11-12T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T19:51:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm more than halfway done with my finals! I've covered Forensics, Reproductive system, Endocrine system and CNS system! I have Radiology and Infectious disease left. And the verdict? It's really all about memorising and the questions and answers are NOT gonna help you in your job. DUH. At least I can finally get some decent sleep. Ive been waking up early to refresh my weak memory to load more facts into  my brain. Early.. relative to my usual wake up time. lol. I can't just sleep for less than 7  hours and then start preparing to go for exams. The outcome would be devastating and bottomline, I could have performed way worse than when I only study my materials briefly. &lt;div&gt;The past few days have been a torture. Nothing but facts, facts, facts. In fact I think that I've overloaded my brain too much with facts that the memory storage part has compressed my emotional part and therefore leading to an outcome that I become.. emotional and disturbed my sleep-wake cycle. O_o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I need to muster enough determination to study the darned radiobiology notes! Oh god, I can't stand atrocious English in lecture notes! It's such an eyesore. Where do these people get their education from?????!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. they memorised from word to word, line by line, sentence by sentence, alphabet by alphabet without having to bother their structure of sentences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a classic symptom of _MU related people. The lecturers can't speak. The students can't speak. Past tenses are confused with present sentences. The S always appears at the end of the sentence. Beats me I don't freaking know why! It's like a favourite hobby to "plural-ize" every single god damn word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before you make any judgments, I AM certainly NOT an English Literature major/graduate so save your opinions that I like to portray that I am superior to these people. It's fundamental grammar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah. Time to bury myself in these beta rays, alpha rays, gamma rays, machines. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2738717465687836594?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2738717465687836594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2738717465687836594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2738717465687836594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2738717465687836594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-more-than-halfway-done-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2086949382863337984</id><published>2010-11-07T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:35:31.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick. tock. tick tock</title><content type='html'>My exam's drawing near and I feel like I'm a walking time bomb. I can really blow up any time. Despite the relatively fewer papers I'm taking this semester, the amount of information load can really kill you. Sometimes it makes me wonder why was I being a dumb ass back in form 6 and only managed to get a B for Biology paper. Hmm but wait, it was still difficult at that time compared to what I'm facing now. Oh well. What was done was done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be having Forensics paper on Monday. If you think that it's as glamorous as what you see in CSI. HA HA HA. You're wrong! It's absolutely not easy to extract DNA and it's definitely even way harder to get a correct match of DNA. Ah.. Anyway I have less than a year more before I'm finally done for real with this course and start to move on with other interests. Get a job, get married, get some troublesome kids and start aging. Or continue with my study life and pursue other degree courses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I rambling actually? Beats me I don't know for sure. I might be having early signs of Alzheimer.  It's sorta hereditary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2086949382863337984?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2086949382863337984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2086949382863337984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2086949382863337984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2086949382863337984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/11/tick-tock-tick-tock.html' title='Tick. tock. tick tock'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1441237253476942111</id><published>2010-10-22T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:16:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative one liners</title><content type='html'>How do you manage your anger when shit start pouring onto you like a leaking sewage?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook is a social site. I repeat. A fucking social site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook is not a fucking medium for you to show accusing statements with no substantial evidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may forgive but I don't fucking forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The damage is fucking done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can write whatever I want in my blog right now just like how accusing statements can be written in Facebook for the view of whole world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need a getaway at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too stressed for unnecessary reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be a happier person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get the negatives off my mind so I can concentrate on my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too angry for my own good and it's eating away myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to learn how to meditate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness my eyes were opened before so i don't need to have a good spanking on my ass as a lesson to tell me who my real friends are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly, my anger at the moment allows me to use this statement: "FUCK THE WORLD"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1441237253476942111?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1441237253476942111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1441237253476942111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1441237253476942111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1441237253476942111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/10/negative-one-liners.html' title='Negative one liners'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2350571918946640835</id><published>2010-10-14T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:06:37.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I retract my previous statement that I have no mood to study... THis time i have to freakin nail it cause I'm going to a cruise trip again!!! Woohooo! I'm off to Phuket this time. SAWADIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2350571918946640835?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2350571918946640835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2350571918946640835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2350571918946640835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2350571918946640835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-retract-my-previous-statement-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5641175654126843513</id><published>2010-10-06T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T18:42:28.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of sem 5 marks a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Semester 5 just breezed through like a gust of wind. *whoooooooosh* I expected it will be this quick since I'm mostly not so relatively stressed compared to previous semesters. Much have changed within this period of time, although I must say I have accepted the negative ones as part of growing up. I am not a believer of fairy tales so I don't really expect  things in life to be sugar coated.  When certain event happens, you do wanna stop the time zone, ask yourself questions why are they happening but eventually, self realisation will just snap you back to reality. "Honey, it's part of life", the inner voice will whisper to me before I go to sleep. When this voice repeats the same thing countlessly you really couldn't bring yourself to care anymore.. which is something that I must faithfully obey before I start to crumble slowly from the inside. Having said that, again, I believe it is definitely a GOOD lesson in life. I've somewhat anticipated that negative events will occur to me in future but sometimes life can really be a bitch to you , she decides that the negativity will be stemmed from unforeseen stupid circumstances. Way to go, life, you did your job well. Hmm but I gotta say, sadly I have to admit that with the turn of events.... the IRONY is now on me. -_- Way to go again life, you have striked twice!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such situations had sorta followed me in my whole life, but damn every time when it happens, the reasons behind things becoming how they are are going from bad to worse -_- I shall sing praises for you again , life. It's not exactly that bad actually. I've learnt something about myself that I never knew before; that I'm actually a very patient person when dealing with people. I don't know how I can do it  since I do snap occassionally when faced with stupidity. Maybe it's not really about patience but being forgiving.  But gee, I don't know and I am not interested to do any self evaluation pertaining to this matter. The more questions you ask yourself,  your head hurts more than it should be. There isn't any roots, causes or whatever reasons how a person behaves in some situations. If you're an A type of person, you are an A type of person. Likewise, when you're a hypocrite, you're a hypocrite. Period. Human nature, you can't really change that. But again, when I was told that I'm a really patient person or a very good friend, I was pretty shocked with these statements because I always thought I was never one. Ahh perhaps there may be some truth in that. After all, it's always much easier to judge others than to judge yourself. So I guess this part of me was visible to people around me but myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pffffft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest problem that I'm currently facing at the moment is I don't care about my results as much as I did previously. I'm still wondering if this is a tell-tale sign that my point of tolerance with my university has reached its potential maximum. I gotta tell myself to stop such feelings to run in me because.. hey clearly it's not healthy for any progression in ongoings of life. I can give myself excuses that studies do not contribute the pinnacle of your success, although the statements are very much true but I should just persevere . After all, it's only studies and it's nothing compared to the typhoons out there waiting for me in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it's already the end of studies week, this also marks the beginning of yet another fortnight worth of redundancy with my work attachment. Who am I kidding really? It's a Biomedical Science degree, not a Medical degree. HEH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, I still need to watch my favourite TV shows ya know. More rantings can wait later. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that said, BYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5641175654126843513?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5641175654126843513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5641175654126843513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5641175654126843513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5641175654126843513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/10/end-of-sem-5-marks-new-beginning.html' title='The end of sem 5 marks a new beginning.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8617108233507689798</id><published>2010-09-27T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:54:38.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home cooking</title><content type='html'>I've decided to take a time out and blog instead. Not really for any particular reason though... I'm feeling kinda bored actually.  I know I should read books that I bought when I had the spare time but silly me decided to leave it till my holiday officially starts.  Reading marathon, how fun does that sound? It just occurred to me that my blog is slowly evolving to food blog and darn I never wanted my blog to be one. Unfortunately, I can't exactly blog ALL the ongoings of my life especially those that happened to me lately. I believe there's always a time and place for certain things and sharing such sensitive issues in blogs will probably make matters worse than it already is. Never mind my rather colloquial language that I have always used in my blog, I'm a person that tells things as it is and structuring my sentences like metaphors really eats up my time actually because my creativity flow in writing is so limited that my biggest chances of striking it rich with writing is only via chick lit books. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the first paragraph , it looks like a jumble of random ramblings put together. Can't really blame me. After all, there is in fact a reason for my blog name. That being said, I do have many things that I hope I can write it down... but I just can't. My fingers would start tapping on a few alphabets but my brain would just tell me  backspace all of them off. So, I shall leave it with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've promised posting up my recent food "experiments" and here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually the first time where I post pictures of every step that it takes to prepare a dish. I was feeling quite jolly and basically nothing better else to do so yea, the pics below are on how I prepared my version of Sang Har Mee. Do note that I didn't use mantis prawns. Use good old prawns instead but with very similar taste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Standard procedures.. Fry the noodles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrfOW_MiI/AAAAAAAABBM/Eu2-demSpro/s1600/DSCF3860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrfOW_MiI/AAAAAAAABBM/Eu2-demSpro/s400/DSCF3860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521601696075035170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get yummy golden brown noodles &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrff63G-I/AAAAAAAABBU/HBQrKP3eVYo/s1600/DSCF3861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrff63G-I/AAAAAAAABBU/HBQrKP3eVYo/s400/DSCF3861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521601700788902882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm picture quality a little bad cause I uploaded it directly to blogger. Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrfmejmTI/AAAAAAAABBc/gZxHAbmG760/s1600/DSCF3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrfmejmTI/AAAAAAAABBc/gZxHAbmG760/s400/DSCF3862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521601702549231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The most important step of all. Creating that prawn stock for gravy. All I need is some prawn shells and heads and prepare the stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the key ingredient must be ginger. No ginger =no Sang Har mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs615.snc4/59500_431368871642_545986642_5595652_6627989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 632px; height: 474px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs615.snc4/59500_431368871642_545986642_5595652_6627989_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa! Preparation of gravy is simple.. like Cantonese fried noodle. Add egg, soy sauce, caramel starch and the stock.  Btw, those aren't spring onions. Those are chives. Chives aroma is smells like garlic so I use that instead of spring onions. I ran out of spring onions.. :P But if you think spring onions are pungent then you can use chives. Almost the same but of course spring onions will be a better choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been preparing dinner for family on Fridays so last week decided to try my new lamb marinade recipe. Honey balsamic vinegar lamb chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrf52I6pI/AAAAAAAABBk/tbVl0QkwX-4/s1600/DSCF3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrf52I6pI/AAAAAAAABBk/tbVl0QkwX-4/s400/DSCF3938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521601707748420242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner is served. I made mushroom soup as well but I prepared that before so pictures are not needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs332.ash2/61271_433796646642_545986642_5651282_1243780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 615px; height: 461px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs332.ash2/61271_433796646642_545986642_5651282_1243780_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lamb chop. Overall it was a success but unfortunately my somewhat amateurish skill in meat selection sorta ruined it. I got an "older" meat instead. Older means the lamb was "old" when it was slaughtered. The younger the lamb when it was slaughtered, the better. My mom said if the meat was perfect, it would have been a fantastic lamb :/ Oh well.. Mastering cooking needs experience as well. But my brother commented that he preferred my other marinade. The one with the red wine. So at least I know I can use which recipe if I want a fantastic response lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today for lunch, I decided to make braised pork noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs041.snc4/34395_434843386642_545986642_5676759_439060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 430px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs041.snc4/34395_434843386642_545986642_5676759_439060_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used yee mee as noodles. Then how you cook it..... braise it duh. I think it can be improved by putting a little more soy sauce. Or perhaps add dark soy as well. Will rectify my method and will see how the outcome is in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe blogging this post took me almost an hour. -_- Gotta go watch my backdated Criminal Minds video now. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8617108233507689798?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8617108233507689798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8617108233507689798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8617108233507689798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8617108233507689798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/09/home-cooking.html' title='Home cooking'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TKCrfOW_MiI/AAAAAAAABBM/Eu2-demSpro/s72-c/DSCF3860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1813813500348317783</id><published>2010-09-26T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:49:10.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyous oh joyous-Indulgence prior to the big exam.</title><content type='html'>I don't deny that I've been kinda indulging much lately. But why not since all these will come to end once all the exams, practical attachments.. and bf's new semester gonna start. I've finally watched my first movie after a few months. I think I've mentioned before that I don't really dig watching movies in cinema. My attention span is a little too short. Unless it's comedy, like maybe Date Night? But the bf didn't exactly dig it. Men. All they want is some action scenes; the bloodier the better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the movie I've watched was the much anticipated Donnie Yen's film-Legend of Chen Zhen. Hey, I speak English most of the time but it doesn't mean I don't watch Chinese movies. In case you need no further reminding.. but I like to do it anyway, I can speak goddamn Cantonese and understand Mandarin. Maybe I can't use typical poetic Li Bai style but I can speak. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, bout the movie, it was good. Generally hardcore action bloody scenes. My only complaint was that the plot did not flow smoothly as it should. If it wasn't for this flaw, I would give it an A. But it really gets you wondering, Chinese films shown lately have so much Chinese nationalism in them, mostly directed at Anti-Japanese direction. Hmmm..... *ponders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than movies, what other better ways to indulge then immersing myself into more pigging put sessions. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Chillis after quite some time. I didn't know they had a new menu. Bah, blame my typical fussiness. I usually avoid Chillis because it will always be there, so I might as well go try other food. Besides, if I eat them to often, I will grow tired of it AND Chillis food is not exactly very unique. You can find similar places everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61668_433467976642_545986642_5644886_5975037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600x; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61668_433467976642_545986642_5644886_5975037_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried their honey chipotle chicken crispers. It was ok. I mean I can't expect much right. It isn't fine dining. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61668_433467981642_545986642_5644887_2106210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs336.ash2/61668_433467981642_545986642_5644887_2106210_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our all time favourite nachos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs320.ash2/60075_433467871642_545986642_5644882_3478196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs320.ash2/60075_433467871642_545986642_5644882_3478196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe. New fb pic ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61668_433467986642_545986642_5644888_1120252_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs656.snc4/61668_433467986642_545986642_5644888_1120252_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Mocha cake from Bisou. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My comment? ..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the worst Rm 12 I spent. If this is exactly how all these supposedly "glamor confectionaries" bake their cakes? My bf commented it's not even as nice as my decadent chocolate cake- I'm very flattered. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, I guess why people are drawn to their shops is for the design on the cakes or cupcakes. When it is claimed cakes from such shops are delicious, I better not jump to conclusions that they are. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that all these were eaten in KLCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is Room 18 in Tropicana City. Was craving for some dim sum prior to movie.. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs645.snc4/60580_433798401642_545986642_5651329_802269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs645.snc4/60580_433798401642_545986642_5651329_802269_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61345_433798296642_545986642_5651324_3776297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61345_433798296642_545986642_5651324_3776297_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Egg tarts! Worth the price. The kinda quality I'm looking for. Flaky crusts! I probably won't use flaky crusts even when I bake egg tarts.. It takes too much of time &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798391642_545986642_5651327_4171923_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798391642_545986642_5651327_4171923_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siu Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798386642_545986642_5651326_8177769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798386642_545986642_5651326_8177769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 480px; " src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798386642_545986642_5651326_8177769_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prawn wantan noodles. I won't say it's superb but good enough. These stocks are commonly used in many restaurants.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798396642_545986642_5651328_2829765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798396642_545986642_5651328_2829765_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 480px; " src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798396642_545986642_5651328_2829765_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu long baos. I love how the gravy just ooze out when I bite them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798406642_545986642_5651330_4458027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 480px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61285_433798406642_545986642_5651330_4458027_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fishy fishy fishballs. The fishballs were ok, but not really my type. I still prefer the ones I ate in Genting :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After movie.. you need to snack right? :P We went to Bobalicious Smoothies. It was surprisingly good. Better than the ever ubiquitous J****wo***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs702.snc4/62214_433798416642_545986642_5651332_6632945_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 528px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs702.snc4/62214_433798416642_545986642_5651332_6632945_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My passion lemon! I love it. My kinda drink. A little sour and thirst quenching.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs332.ash2/61285_433798411642_545986642_5651331_2326405_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs332.ash2/61285_433798411642_545986642_5651331_2326405_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf's mixed berry. It was not so special. Common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm feeling like it, will blog about my latest errr cooking experiments. Until then. 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Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri to all my Muslim friends! Late I know but I was kinda preoccupied with a number of things. I'll start off with a "good news" that.. I finally managed to get my hands on ALL books by Mark Billingham! You can't believe how estatic I am. His books are ones that I won't wait for prices to drop because they are very hard to come by. Not sure why though. In every Borders store that I went to, only a one or two copies of the books I want are left. Sadly, only chick lits and Dan Brown books are overflowing in every single store. That sorta tells you the kind of readers that make up the majority in Malaysia? I used to read chick lits but.. soon grew tired of it because most of the time they are silly, too girly for my taste, sometimes a little too Sex and the city-esque. Again, I'm not like many girls out there mind you. I like my books the more gory the better. Detective procedurals or thrillers are my cup of tea. And I'm slowly picking up my interest in the macabre genre. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Getting the whole collection complete is one thing.. punching a big hole in my pocket is another.. In this month alone, I've spent nearly RM 300 on books alone. Time to tell myself to stop. Gotta wait till I finish every single new book I purchased to start my book shopping spree again. An excuse for myself would be.. that it could have been worse? Thank goodness for 10% discounts that were offered if you use HSBC card in Borders LOL. Splurging on books are for educational purposes so.. I guess it's worth it after all. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than geeking myself with books, completing the ever painful practical reports and project, I gotta find myself some time for some nice outings with the bf right? Been raiding nearly every single shopping mall out there for the past week and "unfortunately" the kinda activity that follows is mainly FOOD. lol.  Cycle:One Utama-one utama- Midvalley, gardens-Curve,ikano,ikea-Tropicana-One Utama  again  for a reunion with my former 6th form teaacher . Inititally planned to go KLCC but since I got all my books, I won't need to go to Kinokuniya anymore :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So food pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs660.snc4/60000_429159561642_545986642_5544784_5746291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 586px; height: 439px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs660.snc4/60000_429159561642_545986642_5544784_5746291_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to Black Canyon for the first time before the holidays can u believe it?? Hahhaa I've tried food from as far as Klang but I never try this restaurant that was pretty darn close to my house. O_o&lt;br /&gt;I ordered their special and sadly the coffee is a little too sweet for my liking? Despite my lack of tolerance to high acidity caused by coffee, I like them strong and this one didn't really cut it. All I tasted was sweetness.. No aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs702.snc4/62241_429159741642_545986642_5544795_7285194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs702.snc4/62241_429159741642_545986642_5544795_7285194_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf's latte. His was slightly better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs342.ash2/62241_429159746642_545986642_5544796_2823561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 592px; height: 444px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs342.ash2/62241_429159746642_545986642_5544796_2823561_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried the tom yam fusili as well. No thanks to my "impeccable" tolerance to spiciness, I was practically sipping my coffee  every 2-3 mouthful of this.  It pretty good but such tom yam is easily available in normal restaurants. I think I had better tom yam in the nyonya restaurant in SS2. Does Tanjung Bunga ring a bell ? Digressing.. I love Tanjung Bunga's inchi kabin and nasi ulam :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, these were eaten in Midvalley.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tony Roma's for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the set lunch because I wanted to ahem save my tummy for gelatissimo ice cream. Set lunches always come in small portions la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs675.snc4/61550_429858256642_545986642_5563579_267821_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 582px; height: 436px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs675.snc4/61550_429858256642_545986642_5563579_267821_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soup of the day ws onion soup. Errr I think I can recreate one myself? I thought the onion soup would be the uber thick kind that comes along with breadcrumbs. ROFL. Don't expect too much for soups that were given to you for free :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs606.snc4/58648_429858306642_545986642_5563580_46036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs606.snc4/58648_429858306642_545986642_5563580_46036_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Complimentary buns that came with butter spread. I don't know maybe I'm too fussy of a person or what but it would have been better if more garlic and parsley was blended together with the butter. Maybe they didn't prepare it themselves but gotten it from packaged ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs340.ash2/62013_429858311642_545986642_5563581_7345994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 590px; height: 442px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs340.ash2/62013_429858311642_545986642_5563581_7345994_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My breaded chicken breasts. It was only nicer if you dip it in the honey mustard. Hmm that sorta gives me an inspiration to create a chicken dish based on honey mustard marinade. We'll see how. Haven;t been cooking much lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs700.snc4/62013_429858316642_545986642_5563582_5807088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 579px; height: 435px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs700.snc4/62013_429858316642_545986642_5563582_5807088_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf's baked cod fish with salsa sauce. Definitely yummier than mine. -_- Shouldn't have ordered anything chicken based dish from Tony Roma's. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next in  Curve.. We wanted to go to Marche's but alas.. they ran out of chicken. O________O. Nothing in there that we can really eat since we don';t take beef so we left. Then after much consideration decided to try Winter Warmers. As a person who's addicted to tea, I was immediately drawn in by the typical English teahouse design. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs653.snc4/61360_429858406642_545986642_5563586_7691455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs653.snc4/61360_429858406642_545986642_5563586_7691455_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My orchid tea!! Yum. So refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs673.snc4/61360_429858401642_545986642_5563585_5415155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 555px; height: 416px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs673.snc4/61360_429858401642_545986642_5563585_5415155_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salad that comes with the set lunch. Even I can make that la ya. Perhaps only my designing skills not up to theirs only lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61360_429858411642_545986642_5563587_5104525_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 406px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61360_429858411642_545986642_5563587_5104525_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My chicken waffle. Drenched with bbq sauce. I like the waffles but I don't really get the concept of bbq sauce with waffles. They just don't marry well together in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61360_429858421642_545986642_5563589_4503927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61360_429858421642_545986642_5563589_4503927_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bf's honey oat chicken. Again, he selected something that tasted better than me. Or.. I'm too fussy. Wait, I'm in no way fussier than him.  LOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs614.snc4/59421_429858416642_545986642_5563588_8063912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs614.snc4/59421_429858416642_545986642_5563588_8063912_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hungry gorilla eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61360_429858426642_545986642_5563590_7226515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 595px; height: 446px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs333.ash2/61360_429858426642_545986642_5563590_7226515_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pudding that comes together with set lunch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't errr resist some snack time right? Then we headed to Theobroma for the sundae. Damn I missed it so much! The branch in OU doesn;t have it (O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs673.snc4/61360_429858431642_545986642_5563591_5465715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs673.snc4/61360_429858431642_545986642_5563591_5465715_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 595px; height: 446px; " src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs673.snc4/61360_429858431642_545986642_5563591_5465715_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Silky vanilla sundae with beautiful chocolate shavings eeeep! Mind you, I'm not a vanilla fan but I dig this. My first try was with my pals during sem 3 semester break. Oh Iris and Sam, I knew you still miss this LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up.. Tropicana City. Nothing you can really buy there actually but we went there just for the heck of it. After browsing restaurants after restaurants, we opted for Bad Ass Coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs337.ash2/61751_430242186642_545986642_5572880_5032871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs337.ash2/61751_430242186642_545986642_5572880_5032871_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs610.snc4/59082_430242126642_545986642_5572878_4690512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 595px; height: 446px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs610.snc4/59082_430242126642_545986642_5572878_4690512_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bf's Jitter juice(left) and my snickerlicious. I like the coffee cause it has strong aroma. I think mine has blend of hazelnuts and cocoa.. possibly with the same ingredients that are used to make snickers? Bf's jitter juice is somewhat like latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs677.snc4/61751_430242176642_545986642_5572879_6000089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs677.snc4/61751_430242176642_545986642_5572879_6000089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; cursor: pointer; width: 595px; height: 446px; " src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs677.snc4/61751_430242176642_545986642_5572879_6000089_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot the name of sandwich but&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I opted for all chicken ham one since both of us don't eat beef anyway.. Nice crunchy bun. Both of us opted for wholemeal bread. I'll go there to try more coffee and other food someday. I'm lovin this bad ass store. Hahah. I mean, for once, there's something new other than few major coffee franchises we got bored of drinking.. SB, CB and OT respectively. ;) Anyway, if you're my friend, you would know that I don't like coffee from that certain SB. Overpriced shit with minimal coffee taste. I rather go to Ipoh to down some coffee. Yes, I know, I don't down alcohol. I down caffeine. *glug glug glug* &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went for a reunion with my former sixth form Maths teacher. heheh. She treated us for a meal in Penang restaurant in OU. :D No pictures.. Ahem, with teacher  you must maintain some err composure *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still pretty stoked about my books lately! If I can find the time, maybe I can finally unveil my Archie comics collection! If anyone is interested with the geeky side of me that is. Oh well, time for some ass kicking workouts! The array of mooncakes in my kitchen is not exactly helping with the certain calories a day target I have to reach daily. Ahhh food food, what am I gonna do with and without you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-7110978229430409649?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/7110978229430409649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=7110978229430409649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7110978229430409649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7110978229430409649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/09/howdy-howdy.html' title='Break from studies, indulge in calories.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1736769638582093470</id><published>2010-09-03T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:17:06.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm heading towards the end of semester! I've only attended 3 classes this semester, an all time record breaking feat. Not that i really proud of it you know. I wanna attend lectures and learn new things too.. Guess not in my current uni. I've recently volunteered to be leader of our Medical Jurisprudence project and all fingers crossed that I can successfully lead our members to "victory" Doing a shady job will not only cost us our points, but my reputation is at stake!!!!! I just can't be a bad project leader. No no no. No freaking way. I enjoy being project leader just not a leader for student body or anything that becomes too political. I never intend to be a politician so I wouldn't put myself in situations that will encourage to be one anyway. For me volunteering , I don't think I'm being "too enthusiastic" or hard up for attention. It's just my thing to organise and plan little projects. But yes, maybe I'm that much of a person who is power hungry.  ¬_¬ More presentations and mini class tests are coming, not to mention the much dreaded practical attachment and end of semester exam. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And next semester I'll be having research project. Wonderful! I'm still anxious to know what research topics that we have to cover. If it involves genetic engineering related topics, I'm pretty much screwed because I hate it. It's that simple of a reason. You don't enjoy doing things that you hate right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't even try telling me to suck it up. Sucking up to things you hate in life doesn't guarantee success. Just because you don't complain, it doesn't make you a "strong"person.  How would you like it if someone else asks you to eat shit, you hate it, but he tells you to suck it up and be brave. This situation might not happen but same context.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, I've encountered a certain know-it-all who tries to show his almighty knowledge bout politics to me.  Sam was putting one of the lame lyrics of stupid rap song by this certain "political" chinese rapper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the conversation goes like this (after two comments):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;lol please. He's not political. He just want attention. Anybody who seriously wanna address the social ill or controversy will not do it by infantile rapping. Serious people will approach it in a more classy way. Profanities is simply not the way to make your statement heard. It just shows how low can you go as a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Smart ass: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Classy as in waiting for investigations to be completed (God know when will it be) in time for the anger to subside and the media stops publicizing and the people distracted by yet another latest fiasco while the perpetrator roams free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I know for the fact rapping about it won't help either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*No more comments later on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearly, he doesn't know how to use a full stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DId I mention anything about being classy is to wait?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does getting distracted by another fiasco related to anything of the controversial issue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know what he's trying to say actually but since he decided that he needed to use "complex" sentences in order to be superior over me, his sentence lost its meaning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buddy, don't try too hard. Simple English is just as beautiful as metaphoric English. I may be dumb occasionally, but I write better English than you. Oh you intelligent young fellow you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English proficiency- Me : 1 Smart ass : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Communication skils- Me: 1 Smart ass : 0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being smart ass- Me: 0 Smart ass: 100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1736769638582093470?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1736769638582093470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1736769638582093470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1736769638582093470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1736769638582093470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-heading-towards-end-of-semester-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3402573569400002256</id><published>2010-08-27T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:59:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep, I've finally changed my template! Pink but at least not insanely girly! I tried looking for a black one but they were kinda mundane so I gave them a pass. Hey, at least the pink is a softer tone not shocking pink. As promised, pictures of foods will appear today. More pictures than words, but at least this space is getting a little bit more of updates than usual..  I have 13 pictures of my err food experiments so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs407.snc4/47032_423657726642_545986642_5418695_5133965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs407.snc4/47032_423657726642_545986642_5418695_5133965_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My pesto chicken with spaghetti. I added a little big ginger into the mix since I like its taste a little strong. But of course, since it's such a versatile sauce, I will have different ingredients mixed in together when I'm preparing it next time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs315.snc4/41105_423653351642_545986642_5418630_4485869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs315.snc4/41105_423653351642_545986642_5418630_4485869_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Asparagus wrapped with bacon. My proudest achievement yet. Not because it was difficult to do but it really mimicked those served in restaurants. Plus one for cooking skills. Minus one for my degenerating science knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs275.snc4/40106_423058241642_545986642_5405208_6521128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs275.snc4/40106_423058241642_545986642_5405208_6521128_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh my decadent chocolate cake with buttercream as topping. Damn sinful but it was a surprise birthday cake for my bf lol. Ok ok it is a little biiiiiiiiiiit messy cause I used a spatula to apply the cream.  Still not too bad right? At least it tasted good lol. I actually have my own butter cake recipe that I use as base for many cakes. Result of plenty trial and errors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 620px; height: 465px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs368.snc4/45093_423058251642_545986642_5405209_7959012_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're not convinced that the cake was pretty good. So you can see the chocalatey interior. I must be one of the few rare ones that totally sucked at deco. -.- It didn't even occur to me that I could have coated the whole cake with chocolate sauce rather than butter cream. I must be dumb then. There's almost always a week of dumbness in me every month. Perhaps that explained why I have a pink blog template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs365.snc4/44865_422735886642_545986642_5395659_1544792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs365.snc4/44865_422735886642_545986642_5395659_1544792_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish and cabbage soup flavoured with miso. I looooooooove miso and decided to try to flavour my fish soup with it. I didn't get the light yellow miso, rather the heavier one.  Can't wait to make just plain miso soup with seaweed and white tofu, like how they serve in the Japanese restaurants. Just an additional information about me.. I drink miso soup in Japanese restaurant by gulping the whole thing down instead of using a spoon. Hey, I may have seemed err a little coarse in terms of eating habits, but that's how the Japanese drink their soups. But of course, the ladies would have gulped it down slowly ... unlike me. ¬_¬ *glug glug glug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs368.snc4/45093_423058251642_545986642_5405209_7959012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs399.snc4/46203_421161686642_545986642_5355328_2463944_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs399.snc4/46203_421161686642_545986642_5355328_2463944_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been making black peppered udon that I became kinda tired of it so I decided to venture of Japanese style! Japanese food is way simpler to prepare compared to Chinese if you ask me with the exception of sushi rolling. Will improve my rolling skill one of these days you shall wait and see. Wait for my triumph. I bought Japanese soy for first time.. and now I knew why they are more expensive. They are lighter, with some sort of fragrance that you can't seem to get in Chinese soy sauce. Chinese soy sauce is on heavier side. I put in what the restaurants always do, Carrots, cabbages, fish cakes. I do have something that I kinda regret though. I'll put in carrots and cabbages a little later next time because I want the crunchiness of the vegetables that marry so well with the soft udon when I eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs003.snc4/33503_418020696642_545986642_5272045_3374861_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs003.snc4/33503_418020696642_545986642_5272045_3374861_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate cream pie that I made weeks ago. Lol. One comment that I got from everyone is that.. they prefer if it has bitter chocolate taste. Since I sorta made the chocolate very silky and sweet, the bitterness was gone. Guess my friends all don't fancy extremely sweet stuffs XD but generally good review ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs209.snc4/38785_414053436642_545986642_5160873_3861029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs209.snc4/38785_414053436642_545986642_5160873_3861029_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baked portobello mushrooms with cheese. I ate all of them for lunch and they are filling mind you since I had chicken meat in there. I dripped some of leftover juice that came out while baking onto the mushrooms. Perfecto. I loooove my mushrooms. Wait that sounds kinda wrong because after learning so much about fungi.. You don't really wanna have mushrooms that belong to you. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs171.snc4/37902_410529121642_545986642_5068911_4742769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs171.snc4/37902_410529121642_545986642_5068911_4742769_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrot cake with cream cheese topping! This was the cake that everyone raved about few weeks ago. Again, I used my own butter cake recipe as base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39763_417044926642_545986642_5247463_259056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39763_417044926642_545986642_5247463_259056_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petai prawn rice. For some reasons I'm addicted to these now. -___- However, aftermath of eating is not desirable. AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs227.snc4/38694_417044881642_545986642_5247462_177082_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs227.snc4/38694_417044881642_545986642_5247462_177082_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried chee cheong fun with my homemade gravy. Unfortunately I didn't have XO sauce, so I can't recreate those served in Wong Kok but I made mine very similar with abit of spiciness sweetness , typical blending of flavours la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39763_417044931642_545986642_5247464_194854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs128.ash2/39763_417044931642_545986642_5247464_194854_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr my grilled fish with own marinade. Mind the overwhelming number of peas. I need my greens! It's yellow because mustard is one of the ingredients.  It's a little of Chinese style. So I don't really know what to call this. Neither Asian nor Western. Just for my consumption. As long as the taste blend well, it really doesn't matter right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now. Need to sign off now because I have a class tomorrow. On a Saturday morning. About pointless subjects. Get me a Swiss army knife please. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3402573569400002256?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3402573569400002256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3402573569400002256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3402573569400002256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3402573569400002256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/08/yep-ive-finally-changed-my-template.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-9044056628376861498</id><published>2010-08-23T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:41:58.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather long absence</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile eh? It's not that my life is that unexciting that I have no events to blog about, I can't find the initiative to write a sentence in my blog let alone an entire post. Sure, I had lots of pictures taken... (of food, buffets, random events) but if I'm constantly posting pictures with minimal words, that kinda defeats the purpose of having a blog where we can write and reveal our thoughts in this tiny little space isn't it? However, rest assured, pictures will be uploaded soon.. if anyone ever cares that is. While mocking, cursing, criticising and complaining have been part of this blog, I have not been doing so because... we can get tired of mocking of the same thing. -.- The same kinda funny people, the same kinda stupid events, the same kinda stupidity. What else is new really? Give me some new type of human species to mock about! lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that let's see what else is new. Ah, I've recently made up my mind that I shall pick up my reading habit again. I wonder what made me stop back then. Lack of stories that intrigued me, lack of energy to read due to all the piling assignments in previous semesters, or simply I was just too addicted to the computer. *ponders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the one book that sorta stimulated me to read was this:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5115NDV0EYL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 500px; " src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/5115NDV0EYL.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book kinda belongs to the "heavy reading" side. So if you're not interested in behavioural studies or wanna read something light, this is not for you. Well, it's not that I'm VERY into behavourial studies but this particular book piques my interest. I've always been interested in topics that link psychological behaviour to violent crimes.. or simply put abnormal psychology.&lt;div&gt;I stumbled upon this book while searching for some sources for my Radiobiology project and the irony is.. I ended up reading up the whole of this book rather than the Radiobiology book. That book was totally untouched. Sigh and that the deadline for the assignment is drawing near. A 2000 words essay. *glares at the essay questions*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, since my inclination for reading has returned, I'm gonna blow a huge hole in my pocket by buying the whole set of Mark Billingham Tom Thorne series. Kinda extremist of  a person am I? One second I was not reading, the other second I'm getting so many books at once. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, not too long ago we were slapped with a 2000 words essay on Medical Jurisprudence. I would say despite of me hating to do the essay with limited references and bad organisation by the you-know-which uni, something good did come up of it though. At least I know under tort law, it almost possible from every angle to sue someone. "I sue you because if you didn't give me so much work, I wouldn't turn into a psychopath" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I sue you because of the piling workload, I am now on Xanax"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds pretty funny when you think of it but hey, it's possible. Everyone is suing everybody nowadays. Just get a lawyer and he will find the flaws in the system for you and there you go, a lawsuit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, and I think my header is getting a little too childish for my sake. -.- Unicorns and pixies. LOL. Probably gonna change it sometime soon. Don't expect anything too fancy though. This blog is not a commercial blog. If anyone would wanna read it it's for the contents, not for the header. Besides, I have faaaaaaaaaaaar too little clubbing and partying pics to glam it up. My drug isn't alcohol, smoking or clubbing. It's simply just working out. I'm such a boring person that I can bore you by just looking at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think my blogging streak is coming back. Stay tuned for err more food pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-9044056628376861498?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/9044056628376861498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=9044056628376861498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/9044056628376861498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/9044056628376861498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/08/rather-long-absence.html' title='A rather long absence'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-6422450128267302308</id><published>2010-07-12T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:35:50.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slobbeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mind the title. It's actually a combination of slob and sloth because that's exactly how I am now.The reason why I get to blog now is ... well I skipped class again :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been pretty difficult for me to get up early in the morning to attend lectures. Even if I did, I'll be too groggy to concentrate. Yes, it's that bad. I haven't overcome the wacky holiday sleep hours. Since classes commenced, I have only attended 1 lecture. LOL. Even with that, the lousy lecturing discouraged me from going to this certain lecturer's classes ever again. Besides, I can still happily summarise my notes at home with presence of good music, cleaner air and easy  access to snacks while looking like a mess. Hehe. Now that things are starting to pick up , I've gotta get my bum to start working as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may wonder what have I been doing at home.. but honestly I have plenty to do compared to attending lectures alone. I'll show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, cooking is very important to me. LOL! Not only I enjoy hunting for good eats but trying out new recipes is definitely fun as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs142.snc4/36458_403925006642_545986642_4888603_5912196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Actually this was made during the holidays. It's triple cheese baked macaroni. So fattening! I made it cause my cousin was coming over and since she doesn't mind extra calories, so why not? HAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs181.snc4/37399_404454181642_545986642_4903329_306270_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen yogurt which I named berry nana. Lol, cause it's mixture of strawberry and banana. Not really a favourite of my family cause they LOVE unhealthy ice cream with cream and all. But I loved it since I'm quite a yogurt fan myself. Anyway, I will try to make chocolate ice cream when I'm free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs024.ash2/34586_408013231642_545986642_5003910_3190296_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oatmeal raisin cookies! I gave some to my friends and they said they were good that I can even sell them. Weeeee. Love that compliments. Gives me the drive to even try out more new stuffs!&lt;div&gt;Erm if the picture isn't clear I have another one here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TDrN7FwbqDI/AAAAAAAAA_0/vYlDu6ivAls/s200/DSCF3588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492929110573033522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs044.snc4/34586_408013236642_545986642_5003911_4620523_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minestrone soup version 2.0 &lt;div&gt;Nothing special really. It's just that I used different ingredients this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs024.ash2/34586_408013241642_545986642_5003912_8245067_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mushroom pasta salad. The dressing I used may not be suitable for everyone since it's more towards the sweet and sour side. I added a little chilli sauce for a little bit of kick into the dressing. Dressing is usual with olive oil, garlic, balsamic vinegar, honey, chopped onions, salt and pepper. I added mint as herb to give it a refreshing taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, and as for my eating escapades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Errr kept my promise to go to Delicious to eat. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs488.snc3/26667_407110096642_545986642_4978924_1902311_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried the chicken and leek pie. It was filling despite of the size. @_@ And I thought I wont be full eating it. Talk about pure greed. I actually ate it pretty messily. Pffft, who cares what other people think of me. When I eat, I EAT. I basically cut the pie into half and then drenched the whole pie with the cream sauce. LOL! In the end the plate turned out pretty messy but really I think my method of eating it was definitely made it more delicious! Not content with just cutting it into half, I smashed a little bit more of the crust and sweep it around the surrounding cream sauce. I knew the woman sitting at a nearby table looking at me probably thinking that I just got out of the jungle but WHATEVER. My taste buds, my way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs488.ash1/26667_407110101642_545986642_4978925_4090209_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate pavlova for dessert! I'm definitely gonna try making one soon. It looked pretty easy to make. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for last weekend, went to Ah Yat to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had one of those individual set per person meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs133.snc4/37008_409220516642_545986642_5031949_7828982_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monk jump over the wall. This bowl was enough to fill up my stomach partially. It had chicken and pork meat inside, abalone, sea cucumber and tiny bit of shark fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs048.snc4/34785_409220511642_545986642_5031948_5962658_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was ONE abalone, ONE sea cucumber and ONE mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;Had to emphasise on the ONE because there wasn't any doubles of any of it. :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs048.snc4/34785_409220501642_545986642_5031946_3609265_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; height: 500px;height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grilled cod fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs068.snc4/34785_409220506642_545986642_5031947_7306269_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400x; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ee Fu noodles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36950_409220521642_545986642_5031950_1953699_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Almond juice. Usually almond milk makes me go Errrk but this one wasn't that pungent so I was ok with it. Almond milk makes me go :S Only my mom can stand the smell. -_-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah and the reason why picture qualities of them are pretty bad cause I used my Iphone to snap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally the kinda thing you can do while at home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.watchsailormoon.com/series-images/Sailor%20Moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH! My guilty pleasure! It was sorta an unfinished business because TV 2 stopped airing them midway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-6422450128267302308?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/6422450128267302308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=6422450128267302308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6422450128267302308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6422450128267302308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/07/slobbeth.html' title='Slobbeth'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/TDrN7FwbqDI/AAAAAAAAA_0/vYlDu6ivAls/s72-c/DSCF3588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5653598019830960147</id><published>2010-07-02T11:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:34:11.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday 2010</title><content type='html'>My birthday was celebrated quietly, as usual since I don't really enjoy celebrate with too many people. This year, we went to Cava at Bangsar for another quiet night.&lt;br /&gt;The website is here: www.cava.com.my&lt;br /&gt;It's a restaurant that serves Spanish tapas and other Spanish food of course. We ordered Tapas instead of the main course because isn't it a little more interesting to try different food? hehe. When you got stuck eating the same main course.. it gets a little boring. Greedy me wanted to order the paella as well but err thank goodness I didn't because the 8 tapas plus dessert was actually pretty filling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619781642_545986642_4939330_4874954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 614px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619781642_545986642_4939330_4874954_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sangria. Forgot what was the name already. Tangy something. It used white wine as base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619786642_545986642_4939331_2922281_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 659px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619786642_545986642_4939331_2922281_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Erm another sangria. Tastes better than mine. Maybe cause I am a person that prefers red wine than white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619796642_545986642_4939333_2258693_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 612px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619796642_545986642_4939333_2258693_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619791642_545986642_4939332_5869768_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619791642_545986642_4939332_5869768_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamb boulette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619801642_545986642_4939334_3022928_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619801642_545986642_4939334_3022928_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried shrimps with some hariiio? hanrio? harrryo? mayo dip. Tastes really good with the shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619806642_545986642_4939335_2234654_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619806642_545986642_4939335_2234654_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sauteed spinach. One of my favourites that day. I will try to cook and get the same effect as this some day! It has pine nuts, raisins, capsicums and breadcrumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619811642_545986642_4939336_4036297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 390px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619811642_545986642_4939336_4036297_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What was supposed to be salmon roullade became butterfish roullade. They ran out of salmon that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619821642_545986642_4939338_7986673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 664px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619821642_545986642_4939338_7986673_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baked oysters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619816642_545986642_4939337_8015642_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 574px; height: 431px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619816642_545986642_4939337_8015642_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My most favourite of the lot! Deep fried brie cheese! Cheese melted inside of a crispy exterior. Yuuuuuuuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619826642_545986642_4939339_353563_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 418px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619826642_545986642_4939339_353563_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grilled calamari. I'm not a big fan of calamari but this was good. It doesnt have the rubbery texture which I hate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619831642_545986642_4939340_5771985_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 382px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619831642_545986642_4939340_5771985_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sauteed mushrooms! I think I can prepare this at home. heheheh. Wait till I get a bottle of white wine first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for dessert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619841642_545986642_4939342_5509559_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 635px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619841642_545986642_4939342_5509559_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then waited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619846642_545986642_4939343_2697764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 611px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619846642_545986642_4939343_2697764_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619851642_545986642_4939344_5048507_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 510px; height: 382px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619851642_545986642_4939344_5048507_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tadaa!! Chocolate dream! Chocolate was the name of this dessert but  I think you and I can tell it's chocolate lava cake. So creamy and warm. *__* It was even better than the one I had last year in Tasting Room *___*  The sauce complimented nicely with the warm fudgy creamy chocolate cake *___* I know, that's my salivating face. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I'm pretty happy  with the food. But maybe I will try the mains next time. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I was surprised with a Baskin Robbins coffee ice cream cake. *____* Talk about sugar rush!! Weeeeeee! It was a sweet surprise! Both literal and non literally. hehehehehe. Hehehehehehehe. Ok. enough of the gushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the start of uni. -.- But anyway I still get to celebrate my birthday with uni mates! We went to Delicious again! I know, I've been there 4-5 times in the past two months. I wanna try all the food there! Speaking of which.. I am most probably going there again. My mom also loves the food in Delicious. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619856642_545986642_4939345_8095433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619856642_545986642_4939345_8095433_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol. Just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619866642_545986642_4939347_6647759_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 541px; height: 406px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619866642_545986642_4939347_6647759_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My spinach quiche! Makes me realise that I never attempt a quiche before. I will try and do it one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619876642_545986642_4939349_5417653_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs040.snc4/34383_405619876642_545986642_4939349_5417653_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iris' Aglio Olio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619871642_545986642_4939348_5669210_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 395px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619871642_545986642_4939348_5669210_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's grilled vegetable sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619906642_545986642_4939355_7857204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 546px; height: 410px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619906642_545986642_4939355_7857204_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam's grilled chicken burger. One of my favourites there! I think it was the first burger I tried in Delicious a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619911642_545986642_4939356_4969869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs020.snc4/34383_405619911642_545986642_4939356_4969869_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tj's pesto chicken. Such a big portion. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619931642_545986642_4939360_6684530_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 395px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs020.ash2/34383_405619931642_545986642_4939360_6684530_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's photography using a NON DSLR. My normal 9 Mp camera la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs060.ash2/36351_405621666642_545986642_4939467_7617853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs060.ash2/36351_405621666642_545986642_4939467_7617853_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam's carrot cake. Omg it looks so tempting now. Ok that's it! TOmorrow I'm heading to Delicious again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs060.ash2/36351_405621661642_545986642_4939466_6432365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 396px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs060.ash2/36351_405621661642_545986642_4939466_6432365_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mango cheesecake! Mango flavour was a little too pungent at first but then the pungency wasn't felt after a few bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far what I've tried in Delicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken avocado salad.&lt;br /&gt;Grilled chicken burger&lt;br /&gt;Portobello mushroom burger&lt;br /&gt;Spinach quiche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh cheh. 4 times only means can eat more. LOL!! Must try my best to try all the food there! Their food is pretty good and affordable too. Not too expensive. Ok! So it's set. Delicious for lunch tomorrow at OU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm in pretty good mood, don't wanna disrupt the good mood chi from flowing, I shall not talk about what I'm currently unhappy about my uni .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then when I'm emo. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Skipping classes again. Sigh and ^_^ at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5653598019830960147?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5653598019830960147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5653598019830960147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5653598019830960147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5653598019830960147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-2010.html' title='Birthday 2010'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3328576216982824359</id><published>2010-06-19T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T17:34:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Bali</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Bali tanner and redder than ever! Lol. Took many pictures and I'm not gonna post them here but will share links of my Facebook album :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really an enjoyable experience despite the scorching heat -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We managed to try the famous Babi guling as well!! :D Porkiest meal ever. Hehe. Also went and shopped around. Nothing much to get also anyway. Clothes are mostly of beach items and in comparison, even those sold in Sungai Wang are off better quality. Hahah. Only got myself a beach dress, flip flops and mostly souvenirs. Most money were spent  on the two spas and massages we went for. I'm gonna share some pics here but they are from the two albums anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402630586642_545986642_4849752_3008808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 430px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402630586642_545986642_4849752_3008808_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is the first spa place we went for. We took the package that includes jacuzzi spa, sauna,  Balinese massage and Boreh wrap (Herbal treatment thingy) Oh, and flower bath as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs070.ash2/36844_402630596642_545986642_4849753_1482665_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 353px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs070.ash2/36844_402630596642_545986642_4849753_1482665_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers looked pretty scary in the water. Lol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402630601642_545986642_4849754_3939253_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 361px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402630601642_545986642_4849754_3939253_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flower bath. Imagine yourself being a princess in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36962_402764136642_545986642_4853402_2950890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 355px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36962_402764136642_545986642_4853402_2950890_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic was taken from our second spa from another location. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I took some nice scenery pics. Kinda proud with the outcome because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I am not talented in photography&lt;br /&gt;2) I use no DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402627611642_545986642_4849679_1337849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 564px; height: 424px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402627611642_545986642_4849679_1337849_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs150.snc4/36844_402643881642_545986642_4850453_4541729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 548px; height: 411px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs150.snc4/36844_402643881642_545986642_4850453_4541729_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36844_402627611642_545986642_4849679_1337849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs070.ash2/36844_402643856642_545986642_4850449_8068760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 430px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs070.ash2/36844_402643856642_545986642_4850449_8068760_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36962_402772791642_545986642_4853624_806773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36962_402772791642_545986642_4853624_806773_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My absolute favourite pic from that trip was this... I can't believe this was taken with my Iphone. Lol, I forgot to put the battery back into the camera... -_- Ok, so maybe the pics I've shown may not have as nice effects as those from DSLR, BUT, I'm sure my pics are pretty much the same quality as those who have no idea how to use a DSLR properly but they have the camera anyway.&lt;br /&gt;You see, people assumed that as long as you use DSLR, the effects will be guaranteed excellent. WRONG. Quality of pictures lie on the person behind the camera not the camera itself. Tim told me that he has seen people using DSLR to take pics of food and make a big hoohah that they took nice pictures because they used macroshot. O_O like... seriously. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36962_402796536642_545986642_4854089_6354585_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs152.snc4/36962_402796536642_545986642_4854089_6354585_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loved this pic as well. It was actually a candid one and it turned out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs488.ash1/26694_402655846642_545986642_4850898_4593863_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs488.ash1/26694_402655846642_545986642_4850898_4593863_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Definitely not candid pic but it's my favourite. Even made this pic my FB display pic :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food wise, they are pretty normal. I don't expect much from what are given to you in tour packages but the best meal was definitely the Babi Guling we painstakingly searched for. Hehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the links to the photo album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=187914&amp;amp;id=545986642&amp;amp;l=4286e067a7"&gt;Album 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=187943&amp;amp;id=545986642&amp;amp;l=5712ab2793"&gt;Album 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll include the videos as well. Hehehe we managed to catch some turtle releasing activities and oh yes, the video of us being swollen by waves. God, it was quite a scary moment for me cause I can't swim. Backed away to the shore quicker than all 3 of them hahahahaha. Oh and we were the only ones crazy enough to play around in those strong waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/402793691642"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/402793691642" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video of us in the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/402816016642"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/402816016642" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/402820491642"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/402820491642" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The videos of the cute turtles ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway time for some games before reopening of uni. SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3328576216982824359?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3328576216982824359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3328576216982824359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3328576216982824359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3328576216982824359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-from-bali.html' title='Back from Bali'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-6669214624838247101</id><published>2010-06-10T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:33:23.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June updates.</title><content type='html'>Title of this blog post is rather irrelevant and so is this blog post itself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, recently we finally get an email from my course batch rep that apparently why most of our cGPA is lower than what it was supposed to be was because these geniuses accidentally included one of our elective subject that was not meant to be calculated. Accidentally. Pfft. What apt choice of words. I wonder how will they feel if their bosses accidentally forgets to pay their salaries. Yeah, perhaps having some slight decrease is considered peanuts to some overachievers out there but for me, it's a matter of life and death!! Ok, maybe just not to that extent but my position now to stay in the upper second class is practically hanging by a thread. The thread can collapse just like that in case I don't do well in the coming semester(s). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to Bali in 2 days time. Can't say that I'm overly excited.. maybe cause it's not my honeymoon trip. LOL! But I'm quite sure we will enjoy ourselves since it's kinda my thing to explore religious places and sightseeing. I wonder what makes some to think that people visit Bali for beaches.. What kinda shallow perception is that O_o &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although it's kinda too early to say this right now, I'm most probably going to China next year.Yippee! I wanna visit the Forbidden City, or any cultural related places! I wanna sit on the Emperor's seat! I wanna shop in Shanghai.. if we are ever going there that is. My friends and I are also sorta planning for a trip next year but not sure where to though. Maybe Macau/HongKong or Vietnam. Hopefully by then everything goes well and we can plan a trip again. Hmmm but I did plan to take a half year break after graduating though so I can use the time I have to travel around.  In the mean time, I'm trying to convince my parents to take the trouble to Singapore just to get onto the cruise because although I've been on a cruise so many times, I have never really travelled on a cruise to countries like Vietnam or others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn these cruises never embark in Malaysia (only smaller ones like the one I went to in Superstar Libra) Grrrr. The furthest that I've went was Phuket, Thailand but because I was so young at that time, kinda forgotten the wonderful feelings of travelling although my dad claimed that I behaved like a brat then because the weather in Phuket was too hot. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least I still have China trip to compensate. I hope. Please please please don't let my parents change their mind! Kinda sad cause I'm not brave enough to travel alone -_- sigh. I can already forget about going further than Asia at the moment cause they wouldn't wanna travel that far especially when they still have work commitments. I have some time to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right? I hope...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-6669214624838247101?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/6669214624838247101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=6669214624838247101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6669214624838247101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6669214624838247101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-updates.html' title='June updates.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1780467999643604660</id><published>2010-06-04T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:10:20.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been having some wonderful time slacking around lately but I'm not complaining. AT ALL. I just love the feeling of waking up in the morning without worries especially regarding incessant assignments and exams. Another thing I love about holidays is that I always get thinner despite all the food binging. Kinda works opposite of what happens to many people eh? Anyhow, whatever happens must always come to an end and that's the same for my holidays. I've complained so much in the past on how I am very reluctant to go back to uni that I grow tired of it. I'll just go back there, do my own thing, enjoy some happy moments with friends and that's about it. Definitely not gonna indulge in certain kind of behaviours exuded by some lame-tards in uni. Yeah I know, I love bashing people from my uni. Just you wait till you stay there for some time and your opinion definitely changes. It's the only place I know where stupidity is lauded and used as examples. Ok, tired of that rambling already and I shall post some pics of some of my food escapades. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Genting recently (I know I know but I'm always there for food and nothing else) and as usual, we usually make a detour to Bukit Tinggi for some nice food. We only frequent to this particular restaurant because, quoted from my aunt, apparently the rest do not serve food as nice as the one we always go so we didn't bother to try others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29279_398538226642_545986642_4739139_4898711_n.jpg" width="491" height="387" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is some rice dish with vegetables and some meat with soup. Pretty simple delicious dish. Kinda gives you the "home" feeling. The name is rather weird though. It's "Wu Li Dan Dou" Aka Messy. Given the way they throw in everything , it's kinda obvious where they got the name. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 410px; display: block; height: 534px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29279_398538246642_545986642_4739141_1821563_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tung Poh meat aka braised pork belly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538256642_545986642_4739143_7453689_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 544px; display: block; height: 408px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538256642_545986642_4739143_7453689_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed chicken. Don't underestimate it which what I did. The meat was so tender. Must be due to the fact that they used organic chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29279_398538251642_545986642_4739142_2090796_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 524px; display: block; height: 393px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29279_398538251642_545986642_4739142_2090796_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simple and nice Tofu with fried egg. Apparently, the reason why Tofu made in Bentong is more delicious than others is the water they used while processing. Tofus made in Bentong use, well water from waterfall of Bentong. Not sure how far this is true though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538261642_545986642_4739144_1056251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 528px; display: block; height: 396px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538261642_545986642_4739144_1056251_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Japanese styled grilled Mackerel. I loved this. They were marinated nicely and quite flavourful but my dad didn't quite like it. Guess it's not really his cup of tea or for anyone who isn't really fond of Japanese food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Genting, this time we ordered the set per table menu for 10. If I remember correctly, this set costs about 888++ per table. Chinese and their 8s. Every price in the menu must end with 8.  138, 198, 668, 148 and so on. -_-&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 of us but we managed to walloped everything clean. Not even a morsel left! LOL! Talk about pure gluttony man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538276642_545986642_4739145_4848489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 562px; display: block; height: 421px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538276642_545986642_4739145_4848489_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peking duck skin and cucumber wrapped in crepe; With fried prawns in wasabi and dragon fruit topped with prawn roe. That was long. Lol. Of course the name of the dish isn't this long but I forgot what it was and so.. yeah here it goes. There is nothing I hate about this dish. :P Loved how the crepe and peking duck skin marry together nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538281642_545986642_4739146_6016060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 536px; display: block; height: 402px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538281642_545986642_4739146_6016060_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double boiled herbal black chicken soup with sea cucumber and some jelly-like-thingy-which-I-don't-care-to-know-in-case-it-comes-from-some-weird-source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29279_398538296642_545986642_4739148_4947173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 449px; display: block; height: 336px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs333.snc3/29279_398538296642_545986642_4739148_4947173_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed Goby fish (Soon Hock fish). Ahhhh this time, the chef steamed it nicely. Flesh is flaky, exactly how steamed fish should be. I may not know the real techniques to master the art of steaming fish yet but I do now how they should be like. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538286642_545986642_4739147_3853817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 459px; display: block; height: 344px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538286642_545986642_4739147_3853817_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried crispy tofu with some lotus and sweet peas. The tofus are drizzled with some sweet chilli sauce and chopped dragonfruits  with some chopped cashew nuts. I love the sweet peas, they were totally fresh. When it comes to cooking vegetables, you don't need to put in too much sauces or whatnot as long as they are fresh, they will still taste good. For the tofus, crispy on the outside and mushy in a good tofu kinda way inside. The tofus were fresh. I don't know how to explain it but you can tell if they are freshly made or not. Just like me being able to differentiate between fresh and frozen seafood (Which I can't fulfil this while cooking at home because I buy frozen seafood :/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing abit, I know there are plenty of food bloggers out there "professionally" but sometimes I feel that you can't qualify as a good food taster if you can't even tell what ingredients they use and can't differentiate between fresh and non fresh foods. Everyone wanna jump onto the food blogging bandwagon but in actual fact, how many out there are really good food tasters? Being a good food taster does not equal to you eating in as many places as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me I don't know. Don't wanna comment much cause I don't have impeccable tastebuds. BUT, I somewhat have the ability to taste what ingredients they put in dishes. Sometimes, I can even know what dish is served just by smelling the aroma. Omg, like a dog hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538301642_545986642_4739149_7969770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 446px; display: block; height: 334px;" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs353.snc3/29279_398538301642_545986642_4739149_7969770_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last main course of the day, sliced abalone noodles. What can you complain right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, if I pay that much of money for a meal, obviously I expect certain standards and will be fuming mad if they don't give me on par dishes.&lt;br /&gt;There was another dessert which was almond beancurd but I didn't take any pics because I took pics of them before. Lazy to post back some links. It's nothing exceptionally special really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... while staying in the hotel  room alone playing with my laptop happily one night..I got a big visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29279_398539286642_545986642_4739160_5658367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 555px; height: 416px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs342.ash1/29279_398539286642_545986642_4739160_5658367_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A larger than life moth. -_______- When it flapped its wings, it gave off that kinda rattling like sound. When it flew in I thought it was a bat wtf. It was larger than two Iphones put together. =________=;;;;;; I tried to get it out to the window but it refused to budge so we called Room service to get it out. I am not gonna touch it. I have slight entomophobia. I think we must be the first people that called Room service to get a moth out. LMAO. Seems kinda funny now that I recall what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......... since I have so much spare time I wouldn't mind doing some more baking and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs299.snc3/28629_395666036642_545986642_4655868_1678178_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs299.snc3/28629_395666036642_545986642_4655868_1678178_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made pineapple upside down. Not bad for a first try since I'm using my own recipe. Texture everything is ok. Generally is an ok cake, good enough for home. Nothing special really , it's just another homemade cake. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs341.ash1/29229_399072121642_545986642_4752288_4507733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 514px; height: 385px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs341.ash1/29229_399072121642_545986642_4752288_4507733_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My version of Mac And Cheese. Pastas are very easy to make. You can throw in whatever you want and it still comes out nice. I put tomatoes and diced chicken for this and errrr a lot a lot of cheese. Poured in nearly half a packet of cheese. I cooked the pasta with milk instead of cream. If I put in cream I can already see myself gaining those unneccessary calories. But oh well, before even topping the macaroni with cheese, I've already added some more cheese into milk and cooked with the macaroni so, really it isn't the healthiest food I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs329.ash1/28629_395666026642_545986642_4655867_1893506_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 348px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs329.ash1/28629_395666026642_545986642_4655867_1893506_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheesy (again) vegetarian pasta with tomato sauce. Well I can even call this tomato cream sauce since I've already put in so much cheese LOL. So much for wanting to have a healthy vegetarian meal. Definitely this is not a good choice. :P I've put in some diced carrots and mushrooms and some red wine. Red wine always go well with tomatoes and red meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to bake those unhealthy fudgy brownies now &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update this post with pics of them if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6837416940323755668-1780467999643604660?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1780467999643604660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1780467999643604660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1780467999643604660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1780467999643604660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-having-some-wonderful-time.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-6079795908230468881</id><published>2010-05-21T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:31:31.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate good times come on!</title><content type='html'>Phew got my results today and I'm so so so so glad that I passed! I can now finally sit back and relax while waiting for my Bali trip. Oh yeah, and ready to shop till I drop! Need to get a couple of items for my Bali trip as well. Gosh, words can't describe how I am feeling now. I mean, it isn't the best results that people will get but at least I know I'm getting fruits of my labour. Before taking the examination slips, all of us were so nervous and feeling butterflies in our stomachs whenever we mention "Sem 4 results" Seriously this is definitely one feeling you don't wanna have. The kinda stress you have to go through is so bad you wished you can just speed up the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to uni, I even joked that I can shit in my pants any moment in the train or shit in my pants the moment I go claim my results. Bottom line, the feeling is shitty. The anxiety. Pfffft. I still have to go through the same thing for another year. -_- It's not healthy! Every time you get stressed over things like this, you age 10 years faster. Sigh. Well at least it's nice to know I will be graduating next year....Ah and being a jobless graduate. How fun. Going for interviews, putting up a fake smile and be someone's slave. I'm so looking forward to that. So anyway as usual, I will round up what I get for each subject:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clinical Biochemistry: B+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genomics: C+ (I don't go well with anything related to Biotechnology. I In fact I should rephrase never. I never get anything above B for this type of subject.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immunology: A-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Practical attachment (-.-) : A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gastrointestinal system: A-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Histopathology and Cytopathology II:B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parasitology and Entomology: A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for this time my GPA is 3.40 pushing my CGPA up to 3.02. Gosh, finally above the 3.0 mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'm not  like others where I can instantly get high marks. It was pretty much baby steps for me. Ah well.. what was done was done. At least it gave me a good satisfaction to know that my hard work paid off. I'm not gonna be like "Oh I get this when I should have gotten higher" cause i feel what I benefited the most here was the journey to get something better than before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That;s why it felt good to me this time. I don't really bother if I am not the best or anything because this is kinda small compared to my future failures in life I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why am I saying all these now LOL!!! It's not like I've finally graduated or anything. I still have a year more to go. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really, I feel happy and contented because hey, at least I know I didn't apply the methods of what the masses do (The K word). I am still me, I don't follow the crowd and I reached my goal. I don't have to forsake my own identity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, time for more shows and games and Kungfu flicks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*does karate chops*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-6079795908230468881?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/6079795908230468881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=6079795908230468881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6079795908230468881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6079795908230468881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/05/celebrate-good-times-come-on.html' title='Celebrate good times come on!'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8779336669287626812</id><published>2010-05-16T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:37:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly have a feeling that from now on, I need to highlight my sentences with bright colours to avoid misinterpretation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8779336669287626812?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8779336669287626812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8779336669287626812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8779336669287626812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8779336669287626812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-suddenly-have-feeling-that-from-now.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-6451076588587984533</id><published>2010-05-15T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:30:14.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think by now almost everyone would probably know that I'm a Buddhist but I'm sometimes Agnostic Buddhist which can be a little bit of a paradox because Buddhism is a form of Atheism. I'm sure many did not know that since most people assumed that Buddhism are people that prayed to Idols. If I;m not wrong that's part of Mahayana Buddhism. So anyway basically I can only conclude one thing, I'm a Buddhist but I still ask myself questions pertaining to logic if it should arise. I mean, this is definitely one of those issues with Science is never parallel with religion. It never will.&lt;div&gt;I don't consider myself being disrespectful if I sometimes doubt credibilities of what is claimed in a religion. After all, whether you like it or not, existence of religions come from earlier human civilisations as a way out for solutions for problems they can't seem to explain or solve. I think that this is one of theologists' theories regarding existence of religion but don't quote me just yet. I may be wrong after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway to be really delicate about this issue, I will talk about what I doubt in my religion. It is safer because when you question about religion pertaining issues, especially if it's not yours, be prepared to get lambasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before anyone misunderstand, I am not  criticising my own religion. I do believe there is higher power out there but I just don't agree how certain issues are dealt in ways where we should follow blindly without doubting even if doesn't quite make sense at times. And yes I do believe in karmic system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, when I talk about things that sometimes make me go "errrrr" and "whaaat?" these are a few questions I tend to ask myself at times about my own religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Why is Buddha portrayed as Chinese in temples?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm I don't really quite get that because firstly, we know that he's from somewhere near Nepal and India region. I believe that he wouldn't look that errr East Asian? It's not wrong I guess but I sometimes feel that we are not doing him any justice when we know for the fact that he wasn't from East Asian region. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Vegetarianism &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that this issue is very heavily dependent on how a person looks at this. Being a vegetarian may somewhat lead you a better healthier life but I don't really buy that notion "You have to be a vegetarian to avoid killing animals. Now here's a big issue. I believe at that time when Buddha was around, people never knew the existence of microorganisms so everyone assumed on things they can see with the naked eye. My point is, we are already in this modern world where almost everyone will know the existence of microbes and heck, I mean even for those science illiterate out there, common term used is "germs" so I don't really see that as an excuse to go vegetarian. Living things are everywhere and when you take a gulp of water, you have no idea how much lives  you have "killed" . Sometimes different people have different opinions. Some say you can eat eggs some don't agree with it. Well, my take is that eggs, whether fertilised or not still belongs to an animal origin. Just because it isn't in visible form of meat doesn't mean it is not part of an animal. And yes, vegetables are part of living organisms so how can we justify by eating vegetables you are avoiding from eating a living thing? And as much as how we humans refuse to accept it, we are animals... with a mind. That's the only difference that sets us apart from animals. Oh yes I know killing animals for consumption is cruel so I think we should try to talk to carnivores and ask them to convert to being herbivores because killing other animals is bad. Besides, I feel that being a full time vegetarian in the modern world is not really ideal when vegetables and fruits are not cheap. It is only realistic for one to be a full time vegetarian if you have the money to spare to get all the best vegetables and fruits around because we know eating legumes alone is not sufficient to provide you with all proteins that you need. And yes, legumes are expensive. Have you seen how a packet of alfalfa is ridiculously overpriced ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not condemn me for what I've said. It doesn't mean that I'm being disrespectful to my own religion. Again, I'm merely addressing petty issues that people tend to overreact and try to enforce on you with no logical standpoint. Let's just put it this way everything should be eaten in moderation and humans have canine tooths for a reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)I sometimes make a very bad Buddhist because I kill animals .. mainly mosquitoes and roaches. Yeah I know I'm selfish but I don;t wanna get dengue or any viral related diseases. It's either me or them. I choose me. Allowing pests to roam around is like suicide. And suicide is bad for my karma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Actual Buddhism doesn't really have a god system and it believes in power of universe, hence atheism . I think many people don't know that. The idea of having him as a "God" comes from a mixture of polytheisms and cultures. Example, praying to idols+ using joss sticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and just to clarify, Buddha doesn't mind if you question whatever is there out there even if it means doubting. Sadly, it is the people that misinterpret everything and when you don't follow a certain set of rules, your actions are deemed to be sacrilegious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of his students asked Buddha, "Are you the messiah?"&lt;br /&gt;"No", answered Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;"Then are you a healer?"&lt;br /&gt;"No", Buddha replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Then are you a teacher?" the student persisted.&lt;br /&gt;"No, I am not a teacher."&lt;br /&gt;"Then what are you?" asked the student, exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;"I am awake", Buddha replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is religion for one to come and practice but not just to come and believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let a man apply himself to what is proper before he preaches others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One should not accept anything with mere faith; but one should use one’s common sense and intelligence before accepting anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Practice the Middle Path without going to extremes; practice it in every aspect of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;These are some of his sayings.. and since he said them himself so really... I don't think I'm in the wrong for questioning after all. Don't blame me. Blame all the fanaticism out there.&lt;/span&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/6837416940323755668-6451076588587984533?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/6451076588587984533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=6451076588587984533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6451076588587984533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6451076588587984533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-by-now-almost-everyone-would.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2124100784075693179</id><published>2010-05-11T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T00:04:32.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally done with exams! All I'm gonna do at this moment is be a pig and laze around.  Believe me, going through the same torturous events repeatedly for more than a week can take a toll on you.&lt;div&gt; I have many things that I can do during this break. Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Settle my tour stuffs and collect my plane tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Play games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Read up books I bought. This also remind me that I need to go get Yakuza Moon from Kinokuniya as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Bake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Try new recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Maybe organise a day trip to Ipoh to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Shopping with buddies and mom/shop for stuffs for my trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Nice birthday dinner? ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) More buffets ? Anywhere to recommend? Hi Teas in most hotels are pretty much the same to me actually. Hmm yeah maybe I can get my mom to go for all you can eat dim sum buffet or at Hilton. I love buffets at Hilton because they make a very happy girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway buffets in general make me a very very happy person so it doesn;t matter LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) And errr one good Italian Dressing for my meals. I can't seem to find it anywhere.. Not even Cold Storage. Grrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Learn how to draw? Errr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Go Genting just to eat .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) Eat la&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Eat more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I don't really feel like mocking anyone or be "controversial" I shall leave this post as it is. &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/6837416940323755668-2124100784075693179?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2124100784075693179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2124100784075693179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2124100784075693179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2124100784075693179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-finally-done-with-exams-all-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4146081020329760845</id><published>2010-04-24T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T11:35:55.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress induced mockery.</title><content type='html'>I'm really getting worked up lately. Feeling a little bit too stressful at times. Thank god for wonderful swiss dark chocolates! Lol Now.. seeing that I need to destress myself so why not blog? After all, I'm not a famous blogger, whatever I will be writing will not generate any controversies. Plus, it sorta alleviates how I'm feeling right now. Sort. Of.&lt;br /&gt;However, since I have nothing to write about, this post is dedicated to showing you proof that morons do exist. They do and they come in groups. Birds of a feather flock together isn't that so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm about to do is to post up this extremely long hate comment post to Sam about a year and a half back in his blog. (I'm stressed and I need to make fun of people. Can you think of a better way?) To cut the long story short, this comment was due to what he wrote in his previous blog which he had deleted -.- I do not know the identity of the sender but damn it makes good entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;Before i begin,  I would like to clarify that no morons were physically harmed in the posting of this comment.&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes. (Words in red are mine. In true mockery form)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey Sam, it’s me ! Do you still  remember me ? I’m your loyal fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm your loyal fans huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teehee !You know what ? I was kinda  panicked a bit when I logged into your website and found out that you’ve  deleted your blog and created another one (this one) like a shameless  loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmmm if he deleted the blog and he is a shameless loser, then what do we call anyone who "courageously" write long hate comments without a proper name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG How come you didn’t let me know ? I was absolutely mesmerized  by all your blog posts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whoa... mesmerised huh. Now I see where did this negative energy was coming from. It must be a huge struggle to hide your true feelings bout someone. Love is hate. Hate is love. Sheesh. I hate complex matters too you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to delete this one and create your  third blog and go on creating the fourth and fifth or stop blogging for  the rest of your fatty life ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Fatty life eh? He/she must have been longing for those delicious fats. Fats make great cooking ingredients. It's a known universal truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I so love expressing my opinion  here.Oh yea, did you mention about you hating comments through virtual  spamming because that makes your blog looks like it has been brutally  and violently virtually abused ? Awwww my poor Sam. You need a call to  police station or something ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I think what Sam should have done back then was give a call to a psychologist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hated vulgar words too, right ? Prefer  comments in proper manner ? I’ll give you some proper manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, in this context, anonymous' version of proper manner was to leave long comment without even leaving  your name! Where are your manners? Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t  gonna spam your comment box because I know you hate it and you know I  love you, right ? But this is gonna be a very long comment. I repeat, a  VERY LONG comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes I know it's long. It's longer than whatever you are having with you now. (If you're a male that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vulgar words. No, no. I hate them too. =) We have  something in common, Sam. *kisses and hugs while suffocating in your  thick phospholipids and man’s boobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You sure love fats huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you love blogging and  you have all the freedom and rights to express your own opinion in your  own blog. I couldn’t agree with you more. But you must be proud of  having such excessive comments that not every blogger has !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Having such excessive comments? Huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps  nuffnang or some other advertising company would look for you. You could  use that advertising money to actually slim down ! Teehee ! Sounds  good, huh ?We have rights to comment too. If you do not like our  comments, do pose something not hatred-or-dissatisfaction-based post and  criticize on people (especially who is damn smokin’ hawt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm I've known Sam for quite some time and I have never once encountered him criticising ON others. It needs lots of work you know to climb, sit on your head and then criticise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;before  actually looking at your fornicated-hardly-face at your mirror. And  about those discontented result you got and lecturers seem to compare  the result of your course to Pharmacy’s, don’t blame the entry  requirements and all. If you’ve got fabulous results in your Pre-U and  if you’ve got some REAL gonads to join Pharmacy, you would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Since when does having Real gonads have anything to  do with joining a course? And it gets you thinking how on earth does  this person actually know they are real? Sam, did you get felt up and  not realised it while queuing up in IMU cafeteri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh  yea, lecturers do have genuine some real Master and pHD brains and great  reservoir of knowledge that you can never ever measure up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I guess you have no genuine, real Master and pHd brains because you're only a student!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  accept it, rectum smell head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Rectum smell head. That's new. You must have drank a load of douchebags filled of fluid to be able to distinguish this particular smell .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop forwarding apology email WHILE you  actually creating another goddamn blog, criticizing those “idiots” that  do not feel happy with your blog post and mention how  dienchelphelon-less they are. Say sorry if you mean it and mean what you  say, fornicate-tard.You love to blog, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No comments at this part about creating another blog.  Sam was quite a pushover at that time. But he is now a changed man. Hahahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy blogging so much,  eh ? You find a POINT of having 3-5 readers who are actually your cute  little friends reading at your blog, EH ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEY! I'm not little! I'll sue you for discrimination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do boast to them that you may  have extra add-on readers of approximately 30 readers who just spammed  your previous blog and SHALL also BEAUTIFY your new blog with all their  MARVELLOUS opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Erm. You know there is a fine line between being marvellous and stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you have enough testes to write all  these bull-excrement in your blog, blaming the entire globe as if we owe  you something, why don’t you just go up to them whom you hate and tell  them to their faces that you hate them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You know.. Lance Armstrong  managed to win Tour De France despite having only one testicle left and he impregnated his gf with that one testes. How many testes do you need to write a post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than being a  fornicated-by-female-puppy coward buttock writing on a website that no  one, would actually read ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Fornicated by female puppy coward buttock? Yes I know fornicated was the new-word-of-the-day in your dictionary at that time. Let me suggest one thing, instead of female puppy why not just use bitch? This word saves you 3 syllables. And errr female puppy? Why puppy? Geez. Complex creatures had a mine of their own. Tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides your cute little friends and US loyal  fans, of course.Oh yea I learned that you are kinda like confuse what’s  love and what’s relationship that sorta thing. I mean, seriously, have  you been in love ? I mean, as in real love ? Not those cases whereby you  “love” that particular girl so damn much but she doesn’t really look at  you at the corner of her eyes. You have no right to say that love  hurts, love is confusing or love doesn’t mean to exist because your  fornicating brain has NOTHING about love. You have at all no definition  of LOVE. Why do I know that ? Hell yeah, by just looking at your  excrement face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanna know if there's a secret of being able to tell if the person knows love or not just by looking at the face.  I'm always open for newly found knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to tell me, “Oh I’ve been in love with a  girl before this. We loved each other so much. So what are you gonna say  ?”, well I would say that I have some empathy on that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Since you have some empathy, you must have visualised yourself  loving someone disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she  actually bear with all your excessive phospholipids and fatty acids at  your tummy and kiss your sausages-like lips ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And again, the word fatty acids and phospholipids appear. And this time, the word sausages is thrown in. May I suggest you go have a proper meal and stop dieting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did she even need an  oxygen tank because I think you would suffocate her. OMG I feel all  thrown up by only imagining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You feel all thrown up. That's awesome. I thought the actions of one flipping or jumping around due to emotions only happen on TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, Sam. No girl will ever like  someone who has THIS much of dissatisfaction inside him and keep  pointing fingers at others. Someone like YOU. Yes you. STOP looking  around already.DARK SIDE OF ME ? Dark side of you ? Hitam, kah ? No, you  gotta be wrong. I see you with all your enormous big fat and fair  thighs and arms walking around IMU. Banyak putih lah.&lt;br /&gt;Tak de hitam pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I have reasons to believe that Sam was being gawked at and stalked all the time in IMU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you actually meant your male reproductive organ ? Hmmmm. Little  Samuel down there ? :PIn a nutshell (finally. yea yea take a deep  breath), if you keep doing this, more and more people will change their  perception about you and more and more people (increasing exponentially,  lol) will keep their distances from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, this event made Tim and I brainwashed him bout not being a pushover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y then, you’ll be an island.  “No man is an island” will no longer be applicable on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did they have any latest discoveries about on genetically modifying men to islands that I don't know of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all  about enjoying it and making more and more friends, not enemies. No  point struggling inside your little evil heart and barking around like  there’s no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote "Barking around like there's no tomorrow" I guess before Judgement Day appears, the Earth will be filled with barking people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have anything you’re not happy with, grab  one of your cute friend and talk about it, then, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He did and his cute friend pwned you loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  seriously don’t have to end up like this. You wouldn’t want the day when  your “fan club” or hatred site of you appears on Friendster or even  Facebook, with your plump face with a piglet placed right beside your  picture so they could compare appears as the primary picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just say to compare would you? Primary picture? Erm Do pictures come in Pyramid scales nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even,  your flower-horn face with a big fat red cross on it ? The worst is  that, people actually keep joining in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hah? Stop it with your alcohol. Drunk people never makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll undoubtedly go W.T.Fish I  did wrong to deserve all of these ? Oh-so-kesian, man.Not only that,  when you see people whom you know, it won’t take your fat life away to  say “Hi”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If saying "Hi" can take away my fat life, If i said it ten times consecutively, I would had have a skinny life by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you don’t know them well, what’s wrong saying hi ?  It won’t harm you or cut off your lips when you greet, will it ? You  should treat others the way you want them to treat you. Not too late to  do something, Samuel.Haha. I’m actually LOOKING AT YOU while I’m writing  all these cow-excrement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow. at the end of the day, lame anonymous admitted that what he/she wrote was a load of bull. I second this opinion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life rocks, ain’t it ?p/s : Betcha can’t find  one single vulgar word. LOL. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Life rocks for Sam. Life sucks for you buster and this post is most probably not as vulgar as your face.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh ya know, I should have just done this then. Errr Better late than never? Because i think morons deserve their place in Moron's Hall of Fame after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YU DENG, THIS IS THE KIND OF MORONIC NONSENSE YOU GET FROM MY PLACE. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hope you don't mind this Sam :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4146081020329760845?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4146081020329760845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4146081020329760845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4146081020329760845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4146081020329760845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/04/stress-induced-mockery.html' title='Stress induced mockery.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1400938401824518076</id><published>2010-04-18T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:53:40.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My attachment with the lab has finally ended. *heaves a sigh of relief* There is only one way to describe the whole experience there; Just listen to the chorus of "Stop and Stare " by One Republic. Period. At least I've learned something... That I should not allow myself to work in miserable labs in future. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, now that all these have ended, it is now time for 100% concentration on studies. HOWEVER, Parasitology is a pain because it requires a lot of memory work which how everyone knows that I am very bad at. Nature gave me high analytical skills but totally lacking in the memory department. Beggars can't be choosers I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see what I've done in the previous weeks.. Ah, went for all you can eat Japanese buffet at Tenji in Solaris Mount Kiara. Walloped food like mad that I could barely breathe. Bad for health I know. LOL I swore I could feel my stomach distended all the way down to its maximum potential.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875791642_545986642_4324855_5205817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 373px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875791642_545986642_4324855_5205817_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875861642_545986642_4324867_6227942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 547px; height: 410px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875861642_545986642_4324867_6227942_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875851642_545986642_4324865_5278569_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 380px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875851642_545986642_4324865_5278569_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875846642_545986642_4324864_4385141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 339px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875846642_545986642_4324864_4385141_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875836642_545986642_4324862_8356246_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875836642_545986642_4324862_8356246_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875841642_545986642_4324863_7292710_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 312px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875841642_545986642_4324863_7292710_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875831642_545986642_4324861_2919375_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 348px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875831642_545986642_4324861_2919375_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875821642_545986642_4324860_4714561_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875821642_545986642_4324860_4714561_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875811642_545986642_4324859_1797126_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 321px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875811642_545986642_4324859_1797126_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875801642_545986642_4324857_7932813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 353px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875801642_545986642_4324857_7932813_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875806642_545986642_4324858_1996477_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 326px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs085.snc3/15292_381875806642_545986642_4324858_1996477_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875796642_545986642_4324856_272801_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 330px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875796642_545986642_4324856_272801_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a blast chomping down sushis and sashimis and the desserts! Initially my mission was to try to eat EVERY SINGLE dessert displayed at the counter and I failed! Just couldn't stomach any more desserts. They had about 50 types of desserts *____________*&lt;br /&gt;Being a tea freak like me, I definitely went crazy with so many types of teas offered. So I drank 4 different types of teas that day :D If my memory serves me right, I think they had about 10 types of teas offered. Gosh. I didn't manage to try them all :/&lt;br /&gt;Since they had ice cream counters as well, why not right? Got myself two cones of ice cream from Haagen Daz and Baskin Robbins respectively. Had to forgo the one from Kindori because at that moment I could barely walk anymore. Talk about gluttony... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs105.snc3/15292_381875791642_545986642_4324855_5205817_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm waiting anxiously for the release of Iron Man 2! Am I the only one who finds Robert Downey Jr errr hot? LOL!  I dig "old men" not young boys like Justin Bieber and please NO what's-the-actual-name-of-vampire-from-Twilight again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't dig Twilight. Twilight  destroys what I like about vampires. Vampires are supposed to be macho, blood thirsty and good looking in a non prepubescent way -_- What happened to days where they had vampires like Angel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/images/angel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.dvdtimes.co.uk/images/angel2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want non-girly looking vampires back! Even if they do fall in love, at least it should be a story about sorrowful love (Points at Angel again).&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the title of the sequel "New moon" sounds more like a paperback love novel with a Fabio in the front cover. Ok fine, actually all titles do sound like  paperback love novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sashahalima.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/fabio-smart-bitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 339px;" src="http://sashahalima.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/fabio-smart-bitches.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicious, hairy and naked Fabio anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, I could switch topics easily from talking about buffet to Twilight because i simply can. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I have the ability to switch activities abruptly, therefore I'm ending this blog post abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta buck up for this semester. I don't wanna see any more gene studies for the coming semesters. Hmmm interestingly, I have yet to see any gene sequences that show me sequences with the nucleotides in this order CACAT.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1400938401824518076?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1400938401824518076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1400938401824518076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1400938401824518076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1400938401824518076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-attachment-with-lab-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-6897259928044485620</id><published>2010-04-03T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:37:41.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Studies Play (Kongsi Deepa Raya)</title><content type='html'>And so.. the play ended. It went pretty well. The most important factor during the night; Audiences actually enjoyed the show and laughed at some of the funny scenes. That's good to know. I was so panic that nobody will enjoy that I suggested to have a prerecorded audience laughter sound effects just in case it got dead quiet.  Overall, everything was good with a little bit of glitches here and there. It also happened  when I was doing a voice over in the airport scene. Thank goodness it was quickly overcame. I think I did a pretty good job pretending as an announcer. Initially my friends thought that it was a pre-recorded voice so yeah at least I know I tried my best and yielded some results although it was a very very minor role.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Nevertheless Everyone had a blast. Most of us wore traditional clothes to commemorate the event ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165426642_545986642_4302194_7684390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 608px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165426642_545986642_4302194_7684390_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore a cheongsam! Thank god for the help from Carol for this lovely cheongsam! ^_^ The colour was perfect , the fitting was perfect, the length was perfect. And now, it motivates me to get a cheongsam. Hehehe. I would love to have a black one with  phoenix design please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165421642_545986642_4302193_8171130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 585px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165421642_545986642_4302193_8171130_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angeline, another director, looking as radiant as ever without the help of makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165506642_545986642_4302206_3890302_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 377px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165506642_545986642_4302206_3890302_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Timmeh looking demure. Or.. simply just needed the fan to mask his "spider web" hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165436642_545986642_4302195_4597444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165436642_545986642_4302195_4597444_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two directors! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165511642_545986642_4302207_2649186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 518px; height: 388px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165511642_545986642_4302207_2649186_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165516642_545986642_4302208_529330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 542px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165516642_545986642_4302208_529330_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pink ladies. I just had to do that pose. Matching bimbos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165521642_545986642_4302209_6659813_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165521642_545986642_4302209_6659813_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fellow directors and scriptwriters. Or maybe people-that -are- not -attention- seeking- whores should be a more appropriate description. We don't do things to desperately be on the center stage even though we know we suck at certain stage moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165531642_545986642_4302211_212004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165531642_545986642_4302211_212004_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Indian Mahaguru + Chinese Kungfu Phoenix. Lol I know. can't help it. I've always wanted to learn martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165526642_545986642_4302210_1918192_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165526642_545986642_4302210_1918192_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese Sifu and Chinese Si Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165541642_545986642_4302212_3179010_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165541642_545986642_4302212_3179010_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us directors with Mama Prema. Love her bright Sari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165581642_545986642_4302219_8014284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 669px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165581642_545986642_4302219_8014284_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cp and I. Puteri Melayu dan Puteri Cina. Funny how I managed to think of so many characters for myself despite wearing the same outfit in every picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165576642_545986642_4302218_4352104_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165576642_545986642_4302218_4352104_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Sam Haw and Aaron. Sub-character aka the mamak guy and lead actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165591642_545986642_4302220_4134453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165591642_545986642_4302220_4134453_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just really tempted to do the Egyptian pose although it's a picture of a Wayang Kulit Doll behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165571642_545986642_4302217_2293380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 536px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165571642_545986642_4302217_2293380_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With another lead actor, Amos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165601642_545986642_4302221_1332674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 618px; height: 463px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs430.ash1/23797_381165601642_545986642_4302221_1332674_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh this must be the time when the Malay princesses greeted Hang Li Poh when she first arrived in Melaka. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165491642_545986642_4302204_3969723_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 559px; height: 419px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs370.snc3/23797_381165491642_545986642_4302204_3969723_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic of us Biomed students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165616642_545986642_4302223_2793250_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 544px; height: 408px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs390.snc3/23797_381165616642_545986642_4302223_2793250_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally us with our lecturer Mrs Poon. A wonderful, enthusiastic and personable lecturer. Glad to have her to teach us Malaysian studies. At least we finally got a subject without boring topics. At least to me that is ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-6897259928044485620?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/6897259928044485620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=6897259928044485620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6897259928044485620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6897259928044485620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/04/malaysian-studies-play-kongsi-deepa.html' title='Malaysian Studies Play (Kongsi Deepa Raya)'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-781899285284244095</id><published>2010-03-28T20:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:31:22.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of one/two/three liners aka nonsense.</title><content type='html'>The play which I'm working as a director is this week! Hopefully it'll turn out well and those petty errors will be minimised as little as possible. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have almost nothing to talk about. I don't lead a celebrity lifestyle, my day to day activities are very routine based.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Deng was desperately looking for former STPM students who had band 5 or 6 to be able to give suggestions for future MUET examination formats. Unfortunately, she couldn't find enough in campus. What does that tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Car models in Malaysia are very ugly. And that's an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially proud to announce that I am finally desensitised with the lack of English proficiency in IMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is very sensitive with the word S.A.M. Just say something that links Sssss and Mmm and he will have his head up like a Meerkat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting fatter. Somebody punch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a Philosophy postgraduate course should be interesting for me in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatt Jhong can sometimes stand like a woman. Don't let his facial hair fool you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris loves her hair super short that I can't understand why. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think today is one of those days where I behave like a nut. Hence, this nonsensical post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-781899285284244095?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/781899285284244095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=781899285284244095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/781899285284244095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/781899285284244095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/03/bunch-of-onetwothree-liners-aka.html' title='Bunch of one/two/three liners aka nonsense.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-710118856994797371</id><published>2010-03-20T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T17:12:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating this space because I just recovered from a short bout of depression last week. I was feeling shitty that I just didn't want to do anything but sit around. So yeah, I was pretty much moping around last week and this week I got a little better. Funny how such emotional roller coasters come and go like lightning. Anyway, I attended the symposium for Biomedical Science students and all I can say is what you will definitely expect from Public unis? -_- It was kinda boring and was pretty much restless throughout the day. However, I did enjoy "choir" from UPM Biomed students. Simon Cowell will definitely love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some pictures. Well I did not really enjoy the symposium but at least I have some pics here with me to show my future son.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah boy ah, see mommy went for symposium before. Your mommy not dumb one you know. Got degree in Biomedical Science.  See? Mommy sacrifice a nice career to take care of you. You better respect me and don't marry bimbos." Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150138203300106_618045105_11478301_5419756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 372px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150138203300106_618045105_11478301_5419756_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the carpark. And yes, my left eye was swollen for god knows what reason. Must have been an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25187_10150138203400106_618045105_11478308_2393152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25187_10150138203400106_618045105_11478308_2393152_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kinda face that shows you don't wanna be here -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs413.snc3/24947_1406804612828_1313802611_1892828_386071_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 568px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs413.snc3/24947_1406804612828_1313802611_1892828_386071_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim being cocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150138204215106_618045105_11478360_686474_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150138204215106_618045105_11478360_686474_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dancing cause I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150138204345106_618045105_11478369_469925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 347px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150138204345106_618045105_11478369_469925_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like even if I'm the boss, I have no place to sit and only on the table. What the heck. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs509.snc3/26742_379225581986_558381986_4131593_7683795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs509.snc3/26742_379225581986_558381986_4131593_7683795_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another "office" shot taken by one of the juniors. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs489.snc3/26742_379225601986_558381986_4131595_761966_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs489.snc3/26742_379225601986_558381986_4131595_761966_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The company and some CEOs. Hmm.. I think I look like one that's hatching some plans to take over the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150138204330106_618045105_11478368_1787009_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150138204330106_618045105_11478368_1787009_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are in an asylum! Get us outta here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs509.snc3/26742_379225496986_558381986_4131587_3314035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs509.snc3/26742_379225496986_558381986_4131587_3314035_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group pic. tatt jhong looking as stoned as always and Sam looking sad as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs489.ash1/26742_379225491986_558381986_4131586_8325737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs489.ash1/26742_379225491986_558381986_4131586_8325737_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tatt Jhong preparing for a free kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo let's see what else... Oh! Tatt Jhong's CNY open house dinner. Wow how long ago was that! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs480.snc3/26280_10150118482330106_618045105_11376884_3386884_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 378px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs480.snc3/26280_10150118482330106_618045105_11376884_3386884_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too many pics. Gonna show only one. All of us . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Celebrated Tatt Jhong's birthday in Yogitree in Gardens that serves organic food &gt;_&gt;' We're getting older so need to be healthier -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519520106_618045105_11487333_4812683_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 362px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519520106_618045105_11487333_4812683_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's pasta. Very errr organic. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519545106_618045105_11487334_1765130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519545106_618045105_11487334_1765130_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Jhong's sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150139519570106_618045105_11487337_1150746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150139519570106_618045105_11487337_1150746_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iris' berry drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25187_10150139519550106_618045105_11487335_4107291_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs438.snc3/25187_10150139519550106_618045105_11487335_4107291_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angeline's beef bolognese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519585106_618045105_11487338_7170911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 594px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519585106_618045105_11487338_7170911_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He forgot to take pic of my yummy strawberry drink. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519615106_618045105_11487342_4554820_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 364px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519615106_618045105_11487342_4554820_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Irene's guava drink. Bottled one though. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150139519680106_618045105_11487351_7542383_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 389px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150139519680106_618045105_11487351_7542383_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's Peach crumble pie. Looked so tempting @__@ I wanted to order dessert but was holding back because errr watching over my weight. lmao. Lame attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150139519695106_618045105_11487353_904118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs418.snc3/25187_10150139519695106_618045105_11487353_904118_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam's chocolate cheese cake. Equally tempting @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I should have ordered desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519630106_618045105_11487345_4009092_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs458.ash1/25187_10150139519630106_618045105_11487345_4009092_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim Tam and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut his part of the pic out and people think they can bully me when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;-.-; and helpless without his presence. Omg. This is stupidity at a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I always thought some are stupid but not THIS stupid O_o    o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no time to play with imbeciles. I can only sit back and laugh which I did. People think it'll affect me but on the other hand.... they give me more inspirations to make fun of them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In talking-to-friends- mode*&lt;br /&gt;But seriously la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where got people this idiotic one???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity their parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-710118856994797371?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/710118856994797371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=710118856994797371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/710118856994797371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/710118856994797371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/03/havent-been-updating-this-space-because.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4653061786210816019</id><published>2010-03-07T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:11:51.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my Malaysian Studies lecturer is absolutely spot on when talking about Chinese educated students; They are arrogant with big Chinese pride. I'm totally fine with it if you are talking about maintaining Chinese values, principles and doing things to help out someone from your own race but not when they behave sanctimoniously about issues like how you are Chinese but you don't speak any Chinese dialects. Ahhh it's funny how things roll at times.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of friends and I whom are Chinese, that do not speak Chinese fluently are one of the few that appreciate Chinese arts and history. As for those Chinese educated ones, what do they appreciate? Korean and Japanese songs. I am not saying this is wrong but only when you are behaving sanctimoniously to people that do not speak Chinese much like me.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN speak Chinese and I do not believe how can it be a shocker when I managed to utter a few words in Chinese. Honey, I've been speaking Mandarin and Cantonese since I was young. Well, my Mandarin speaking skills kinda hit the road block since I entered secondary school but that's not the point lol. I do not see any reason why I must use them all the time. Just because I'm Chinese? Are you kidding me with this stupid mentality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me clarify, I have plenty of friends who came from Chinese schools but NONE of them are behaving like majority of the IMU kids. I was talking about this with a friend and we came up with the conclusion that it is definitely not what type of school they came from. It's the UPBRINGING. You can't deny that there are definitely BIG differences of those that were brought up in a rural/small town areas than those from city.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with all races not only Chinese mind you. I'm focusing on CHinese because that's what majority of IMU kids are.&lt;br /&gt;In a way I don't really blame the upbringing but once you step into the outside world, isn't it time for you to be able to accept the possible diversity there is out there?&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm observant, I've noticed how in IMU, all the Chinese sticks to only Chinese and so on. Only a handful of people like us that are quite receptive towards about hanging out with people from other races.&lt;br /&gt;You can definitely see if they are receptive ones or not. It doesn't mean if they hung out with an Indian or Malay they are not having this "closed door policy" by only ONE behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THEY ALWAYS TEND TO SPEAK THEIR OWN LANGUAGE WHEN THERE ARE PEOPLE OF OTHER RACES IN THE GROUP.&lt;br /&gt;I find that extremely rude. I bet it never occurred to them that they were being rude. Sadly, I find this only happening among Chinese educated ones. It's seriously one Chinese only disease that can't seem to be cured because it is happening everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bashing Chinese educated people. I'm just merely stating things that I observed.&lt;br /&gt;Another issue? They are so stubborn and rigid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it comes to speaking English. Hey, I'm not looking down at you if you can't speak or write properly. Everyone used to start out weak. I'm no exception.&lt;br /&gt;It's really mind boggling how they STILL managed to write and speak wrongly in terms of grammar and spelling when THEY KNEW that it is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this for example. They definitely know there is a difference between Independent and Independence. But you will still see things like.. You have to be independence......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, they know it's wrong and yet they are still doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't blame your previous education. It's only up to you to learn. Unfortunately, they are probably so caught up with "maintaining their Chinese values and righteousness"they refused to learn. Seen this in lecturers too. You try to correct them, they answered in a manner that showed they were NOT happy being corrected especially by students. They probably think they should be right all the time since they are lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;I really think this is happening because their brains are set this way. It's their fault not the education.  Nobody asked you not to be stubborn and refused to learn -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in this Chinese lunacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4653061786210816019?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4653061786210816019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4653061786210816019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4653061786210816019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4653061786210816019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-my-malaysian-studies-lecturer.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3091229962444857676</id><published>2010-02-27T11:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:25:59.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it doesn't matter at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After trying very hard to get myself together going against all the immature/kiasu/cina tide in IMU, at some point of the time, it can be extremely tiring going through the same process everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been attending lecturers for almost a month now, only to break that streak last week to attend genomics lecture and again gives me the feeling that I am better off staying at home to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mind dealing with students who are IKCs. Unfortunately, the lecturers are C's and refused to learn. Seriously you as a lecturer teaching a subject supposedly your area of expertise and you can't even pronounce words properly? Do you think that lecturing is just merely conveying the information without even checking the grammar and pronunciation? Seriously, I'm too shocked to say anything. Lecture notes are filled with grammatical mistakes. Although I'm not of a person who has wide knowledge in vocabulary but am very anal about the grammars. SIMPLE GRAMMAR for god's sake and yet it can't be done correctly.  Do not assume I'm being a pot calling a kettle black. At least when I make grammatical mistakes they don't fill up the whole paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quoted by Yu Deng in MSN,&lt;br /&gt;"yeah&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;you try to make the best out of everything&lt;br /&gt;but then at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;its like&lt;br /&gt;wth man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you people really think I'm being rebellious for skipping lectures all the time? Get real buddy. Truth as a matter of fact, most ended up having their minds flown somewhere. I know I can't concentrate, nothing goes to my head so why bother? I am a person who knows exactly what I want and I won't try to deny it by pushing how I really feel aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've observed is how many lecturers are always trying to instill fear in the students, trying hard to show how superior they are. They are the masters, you the peons.&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my language but FUCK THAT. They got a few degrees and so what? What's the point when you lost your abilities to communicate along the way? NOT every student in this forsaken uni is a pushover. I'm already at this level of anger that I no longer sympathise those that are constantly being bullied inconspicuously. It's no one's fault that you are being subjected to such bullying. You can only have yourself to blame for letting yourself to be in that position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ≠ keeping quiet and suck all problems to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I admit I do complain a lot. Other than NOT MENTIONING about it, I don't know how else I can release my frustrations. If anyone thinks that I complain for the sake of it. Hah, you loser you. I don't have to announce to the world every single damn thing that I;m about to do to overcome certain issues.  It's not my fault that you fail to see the bigger picture of events that are occurring at the present like me. In relation to this skewed notion about maturity, people also fail to realise that respect comes in many forms &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;keeping quiet. You can still respect someone with proper choice of words used when addressing the problem. How could anyone not get this simple principle? You don't have to speak like a high school kid to "respect". Geez, seriously when are these people gonna grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the people with their current mentality, I don't apologise for highly doubting that they will  be a successful person in future. Just go on with what you are doing in the present and invest in some saddles for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than saddles, muzzles are good investments too because they don't know what they are talking at all times. It's best to keep the damn mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best story about idiocy I heard so far... hmmm wait there's no such thing as the best story.. all stories told to me show that they are equally stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing surprises me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3091229962444857676?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3091229962444857676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3091229962444857676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3091229962444857676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3091229962444857676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-it-doesnt-matter-at-all.html' title='When it doesn&apos;t matter at all'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5581082122443653081</id><published>2010-02-24T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:11:54.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy CNY</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late in updating this time because I found no time and without sufficient energy, it's so fuel consuming to even type a single keypad. I haven't been doing much other than wasting my youth at home doing almost zero activity. The only part of my body that I'm working on is my fingers tapping on the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to Genting for CNY dinners and to laze around.&lt;br /&gt;As I have promised Carol, here are some pictures of the dinners I had in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first night, we had the 1388++ per table dinner set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482641642_545986642_4061563_3616879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 337px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482641642_545986642_4061563_3616879_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Salmon Yee Sang with Mango sauce. Btw, all pics are not in good quality because I used flash mode which was a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482691642_545986642_4061568_7129384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482691642_545986642_4061568_7129384_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buddha jumps over the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482716642_545986642_4061570_3070654_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 472px; height: 353px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482716642_545986642_4061570_3070654_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mantis prawns on glass noodles. Of course the name in Chinese was way more bombastic than this. The names were so ridiculous that you can only hear them in ancient China when the food were offered to the Emperors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482701642_545986642_4061569_7028548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 399px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482701642_545986642_4061569_7028548_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suckling pig!!!! Oh how long was it that last time I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482731642_545986642_4061571_7941649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 519px; height: 390px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482731642_545986642_4061571_7941649_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This fish was so expensive but terrible. It was not steamed nicely and you can even taste some seawater taste yuck. Apparently, this fish was about Rm 600. WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't in the package, I would absolutely not going to order that piece of seawater crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482736642_545986642_4061572_6204882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 403px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482736642_545986642_4061572_6204882_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claypot rice with preserved duck and chinese sausages; The kinda food you can only get during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482751642_545986642_4061573_4138460_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482751642_545986642_4061573_4138460_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almond milk thingy for dessert. I'm not a big fan of any almond based desserts. Had a rough time trying to finish everything. I'm fine with the nuts alone but not when they grind them to fine powder and turn them to some dessert. My face was practically frowning trying to swallow the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second day, we ordered the 988++ dinner set and believe me, everyone preferred the cheaper set meal because the food was tastier. We regretted ordering the more expensive one the day before. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first meal, we had the same Yee Sang but with Plum sauce instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482766642_545986642_4061574_6996394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 373px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482766642_545986642_4061574_6996394_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Errr fish soup with milk. I think it was Shark's fin and its cartilage. It's bad for the ecological system but I have to be honest, I felt so nourished after drinking it. Almost felt so guilty for not feeling guilty at the time when I was slurping it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482656642_545986642_4061564_5254761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482656642_545986642_4061564_5254761_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of this chicken was horse grass fed chicken. What a name when clearly it's basically an organic chicken. However, I think the meat was very tender so it may have something to do with the fact that they are being fed with the aforementioned horse grass -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482666642_545986642_4061565_3729579_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 496px; height: 372px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482666642_545986642_4061565_3729579_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abalone and dried seafood dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482776642_545986642_4061575_3699161_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 372px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs203.snc3/21045_320482776642_545986642_4061575_3699161_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nyonya fish. I can tell you how this fish was way better than the one from the day before. Although it is a cheaper fish, it was way tastier. Everyone in the table preferred this. It's a fact that how the food tastes does not necessarily always rely on the ingredients but the method of cooking as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had another claypot rice too but they used cheaper ingredients. HOWEVER, that too taste better than the one from the day before.  Isssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482681642_545986642_4061567_373158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs223.snc3/21045_320482681642_545986642_4061567_373158_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lastly for dessert, mango sago sprinkled with pomelo.&lt;br /&gt;Refreshing and I absolutely love this more than the almond one. Almond one was just.. BLEARGH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all for now. Need to catch up with my piling notes. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have absolutely no inspiration for mockeries lately. Anyway, when you come to IMU, the receptors that are activated when you are stunned/surprised with stupidity will be desensitised. In my case, mine just got desensitised way earlier than they should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5581082122443653081?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5581082122443653081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5581082122443653081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5581082122443653081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5581082122443653081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-7850973057157457797</id><published>2010-02-07T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:49:29.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been barely a month when I'm back to uni and I'm already feeling the lethargy. Skipping classes didn't even help at all. Lol! Yeh, I skipped so many classes that I can't even count the amount with my ten fingers anymore. The rehearsals for the Malaysian Studies play are coming soon and time for my "directorial" debut. Not that it is really a big job and all but could somebody get me the director's chair and clapper please? At least, I can now cross off "to be a director" from my list of things to do before I die. Unfortunately, I think my writing skills have yet to be improved and most probably my hopes of becoming a newspaper columnist or book author is far from reach. There are so many things I wanna achieve in life but getting a first class honours. Such mindset is deemed to be a BIG CRIME here. Here I am, going against the tide in IMU. Believe me, it can get a little difficult to have such different mindset from the others and yes, even my mindset is 360 degrees different from my bf.&lt;br /&gt; I don't think I'm just happy getting a degree and be done with it. I always strongly believe that there is more in life than to get a Masters or PhD. I really don't think that because you want to have good accreditation in terms of academics so badly that you forgo so many things in life .&lt;br /&gt;Call me naive, but I think you can still balance between work and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, looking at the state of some lecturers in my uni, I RATHER not have the PhD but ending up losing so many valuable things in life. I'll choose my love life than a PhD any time.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, your social status in life is due to your bank account. All that nonsense about how "I wanna save life so I wanna be a doc" is a load of bull. It's ALL about the money. Doctors don't become specialist because they wanna save lives. They just wanna get more money than to become an average practitioner. Sure, there may be some who are genuinely committed to their work but tell me how many? Honestly, the more I learn about the health care system in Malaysia, the more respect I lose for these so called doctors. It's a general misconception that we as normal civilians should respect them because after all, they are DOCTORS. There are so many immoral ones out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite how much I hate the system in uni, I still somewhat still has a little hope for my decision on taking up my current course. And no, I am not being a hypocrite. I don't enter this course because i wanna do medicine in the first place but got rejected hence where I am now. The main reason why I wanted to do medicine was because I wanted to be a pathologist but fortunately, there's still other alternative routes I can take rather than this.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I laugh at myself for being such an idiot to actually want to take up dentistry. I deserve a kick for having such thoughts in the first place lol. It's not even what I wanted. The reason why I wanted it was cause my bf is taking up the same course and so I believed that the only way to save the relationship was to be in the same uni. What an idiot I was!  Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was an idiot that time. Even if I do manage to get in, I think I will regret and kicking myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ramble enough today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-7850973057157457797?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/7850973057157457797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=7850973057157457797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7850973057157457797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7850973057157457797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-barely-month-when-im-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5489029817600289734</id><published>2010-01-26T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:25:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know it's not your day when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set your alarm clock at 6.10 pm instead of 6.10 am and there you go, waking up late in the morning with only less than half an hour to spare before rushing to uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You nearly banged a motorcyclist due to consequence of the event above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked washed up in uni and went a little nutty on the head uttering nonsense in the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are having a bad headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yesterday I was near the edge of the cliff, today I'm already there; With one finger holding on to survive the disasters that are about to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I refuse to utter FML because I will try to hold myself together until the very last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5489029817600289734?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5489029817600289734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5489029817600289734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5489029817600289734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5489029817600289734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-know-its-not-your-day-when.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5570294107321853976</id><published>2010-01-24T13:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:35:36.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having these strong urges of wanting to graduate from IMU so badly. I really have no idea where did the passion of science went. It must be lying somewhere inside me but lost at this moment. Prior to coming to uni, I thought university life is exciting, in ways where I will be stimulated to learn more, explore the depths of the human life and character building. However, all of these are nothing but a fantasy. It's clearly pretty upsetting that the general population in IMU is so darn stupid, naive, immature and lacking cognitive skills. I don't think I'm being an introverted person for not being able to socialise with most people or always think that they are immature. They ARE immature. I'm just not comfortable with it. I don't think number of friends is  really important because let's keep it real, everything changes when each of us has a diverting path of life. At least, I'm pretty fortunate that I can still find close friends who are mature and not naive. I'm not implying that I am a serious person who totally rejects any form of fun activities but judging by how these people behave, their perceptions of what are fun are what you will think when you were 10 and it's difficult for me to force myself to like it. Sometimes I think it's difficult when your maturity level surpasses your own age. Despite how  my friends are always telling me to ignore them but the truth is, I can't when such behaviours is an endemic. I don't know why but the actions of certain people disgust me to no end. I know that they do exist but it's just a feeling I can't shake off from myself. Interestingly, Sam is always commenting how people are afraid of me and Tim and it's funny because&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; don't think I am scary or fierce. I mean, what is there to be afraid of me? I don't bite unless you attack and when I bite I don't let go until I see you in pain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle, at the brink of insanity now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5570294107321853976?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5570294107321853976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5570294107321853976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5570294107321853976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5570294107321853976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/01/lately-ive-been-having-these-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5129596773430126017</id><published>2010-01-23T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:23:32.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm this close (1 mm gap between her two fingers) to insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports, essays, notes and most importantly idiots play very important roles in pushing me to the edge of the cliff. And no, I don't consider myself as one who is extremely intelligent but generally, the maturity state and cognitive skills of IMU fellows are at a really shocking low percentage, you can't help but feel happy for yourself that your parents did not bring you up to be a loser in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my parents for teaching me the real issues about REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my parents for not forcing me to study everyday. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;I thank my parents for being realistic.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my parents for bringing me up to be an adult with street smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am guilty for wasting my parents' money on IMU.&lt;br /&gt;May the higher power that resides somewhere in the universe forgives me. *looks up to the sky with remorse written all over the face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*moment of peace and silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what's new?&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered myself to be the director for the upcoming play specially for Malaysian studies class! Despite of me not having any previous experiences in directing, I am willing to learn and discover the creative side of me. :D&lt;br /&gt;Initially I wanted to be the actress, but after giving it a thought, I realised directing is more for me because with it, I can let my imaginations come alive and I definitely know I am the person who can really feels and connects to the character once I've studied them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we'll see how it goes. I am not giving high hopes that I will do extremely well but I think I should give it a go. Besides, bad production +bad acting is not something new in this uni.&lt;br /&gt;I can get away with it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, most of the posts are taken up by the Biomed and Psychology students and we are the minorities in that huge class. Hmm whatever it is, I think no one should feel that it's unfair eh? After all, opportunities were given so easily and who is anyone to judge about others who were quick at grabbing the chances. You can't get bitter when others act quick. lol. Don't be stupid.&lt;br /&gt; I did learn a new thing about myself today. I need to get myself together and speak more eloquently when I'm out making speeches. I don't care if anyone listened as long as I realised my mistakes and that's more than enough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm about my PBL, I was rather shocked that the facilitator praised that we were doing very well and we even did better than other cohorts because honestly, I felt that we were just at a borderline of average. Maybe I expected too much? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of saying this but yes, the food in cafeteria is still lousy. I didn't even need to taste them to describe my perception on the food they served. -_- BUT! The good thing is that, I tend to try to create more dishes when I'm in IMU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_260223546642_545986642_3858995_6498108_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First creation of 2010: Peanut butter baked chicken. Ingredient sounds really eccentric but it actually makes the chicken very savory! I learnt that we can actually use peanut butter as sauces after watching one of Nigella shows online so I decided to try to create one recipe myself.&lt;br /&gt;I used peanut butter and balsamic vinegar as the main ingredients. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_268691691642_545986642_3886295_147203_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb chops with butter mint sauce. Very close to what i've eaten in Jake's hehehehehe. I know the difference lies in the fact that I used milk instead of cream for the sauce so the sauce wasn;t as creamy as the one served in Jake's. Meat was a little pricey but it was worth it because they were so fresh and chunky. n____n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I went to Gardens for the Isetan sale but got nothing and instead of clothes, I shopped for food again. So what else is new? lol. I spent like nearly 2 hrs in the supermarket =_=''' Talk about obsession for food. I always tell my friends that I spent more on food then clothes and believe me I wasn't bullshitting. The bills of the food I buy are always more expensive than my clothes. @__@&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about Branded clothes when you have good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live to eat and not otherwise. Until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5129596773430126017?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5129596773430126017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5129596773430126017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5129596773430126017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5129596773430126017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-this-close-1-mm-gap-between-her-two.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1314752638042411206</id><published>2010-01-10T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:22:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of real work on first week of January</title><content type='html'>What can I say? Assignments are already piling up and I'm still feeling groggy every SINGLE morning when I'm in uni. On my first day of lab, me and Tim already went cuckoo enough to do crazy things. Believe me, whenever I said I do crazy things, I really meant it because those are actions that are deemed to be insanity by everyone. On the first week itself, I've already skipped 6 lectures.  Sigh. It's not that I really want to but we are always given lousy lecturers and worst of all, extremely poor time planning. Honestly, I hate long gap in between two lectures. Their excuses given were always "so that you all can study". Please, at the moment now it isn't that bad. Wait till the rest of the cohorts start coming back and you can't even find a decent place in library to study. Besides, I think there is always something wrong in the library. Bad bad feng shui and it clashes with my chi. *chuckles* No really, I just couldn't study in that place. It always feel like you've flown to antartica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, finally got my pressies and they are all cute stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dreamcatcher like earrings and slime from Tim. Yes, slime. Unconventional but I don't mind. Unconventional is always the best in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a cute orangey pink cute tee from Iris with a pic of a panda bear eating strawberry!&lt;br /&gt;I got a bookmark with an embedded butterfly from Tatt Jhong. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everyone packets of christmas goodies with candies, chocolates, jam and keychains inside. Lol. Jam. Have you heard of anyone that gives jam for christmas? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232612791642_545986642_3713435_2103141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 377px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232612791642_545986642_3713435_2103141_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes I know, they are awfully wrapped. =_= Somehow when I was a mere sperm, I forgot to inherit wrapping skills in one of my genes. Wait, that is not relevant because this characteristic IS dominant. None of my parents are good in wrapping. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. the Malaysian studies class isn't that bad. Nice lecturer. She managed to keep it interesting.  Or maybe it's just that I really am a person that enjoys humanities subjects. I always say , if I wasn't born here, I would already be majoring in archaeology/theology/mythology/sinology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have a strong passion for science. Only in several fields though.  Come to think of it, most books of my mini library for non fictional topics are actually of those fields but science. Hmmm, and yes, sometimes I also think I'm a born psychologist. I have an innate ability to observe their body languages and from there it can give me a rough idea on what kind of character this person has. And I'm proud to say I am always nearly 90% right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, my genomics practical. Sigh, have to be back to it.&lt;br /&gt;After my coffee that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I finally got my Iphone! But I still think consoles are better choices for games. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1314752638042411206?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1314752638042411206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1314752638042411206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1314752638042411206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1314752638042411206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/01/start-of-real-work-on-first-week-of.html' title='The start of real work on first week of January'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5793973976936266360</id><published>2010-01-03T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:08:54.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 is here!</title><content type='html'>Before I proceed, Happy New Year everyone! Hope all of you had a joyous end of 2009 celebration especially to those who are currently students of I AM YOU. Do not let those depressions get into  you knowing that the new semester is about to begin. Errrr.. definitely not the best advice to give. Heh. The time table is an eyesore, the lecturers we are about to have are depression stimulants, The students there convert normal people to become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... asexual. hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, pardon my extremely lame joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as told, I went to Genting for New Year's. Again, going there is not stimulating, but I have to sacrifice my fun time for the food. lol. Since it has been almost like a routine to head to Bukit Tinggi for food before Genting, I shall display the pics of the food that I had there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232544766642_545986642_3712838_7117269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232544766642_545986642_3712838_7117269_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried egg on tofu. Simple dish but the tofu was very very very smooth. Apparently, its due to the fact that they used natural water resources during the processing . O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232544786642_545986642_3712839_3921397_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232544786642_545986642_3712839_3921397_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fresh. AU naturale. hahahahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544801642_545986642_3712841_4942648_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544801642_545986642_3712841_4942648_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamb chops that are must haves. Marinade=perfect. Flavour=perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544796642_545986642_3712840_2701467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 345px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544796642_545986642_3712840_2701467_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seafood pot. They are steamed then the vapours, when condensed will be turned into very delicious soup stock. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544806642_545986642_3712842_3849942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 324px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544806642_545986642_3712842_3849942_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grilled miso mackerel. I think it's better than those served in Japanese restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544811642_545986642_3712843_7373926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 459px; height: 344px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232544811642_545986642_3712843_7373926_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BBQ chicken.  All I can say is... it's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dinner, we went to Imperial Rama and ordered the RM 198++ per head set dinner. The food are served individually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549036642_545986642_3712864_6026209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549036642_545986642_3712864_6026209_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First dish: Herbal soup steamed in bamboo bowl with sea cucumbers and dry mini abalones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549046642_545986642_3712866_2424090_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 351px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549046642_545986642_3712866_2424090_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second dish: My most favourite one! Fried chilean sea bass (On the right) topped with cream and sauce and some fish roes. I was in heaven the moment I bit those crispy fish. Also, the roes compliment very well with the fish.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just googled for the picture of the fish because I wasn't quite sure what kind of species it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a8/Toothfish.jpg/800px-Toothfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 557px; height: 197px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a8/Toothfish.jpg/800px-Toothfish.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on the left is baked scallop with cheese. The moment you place your knife into the cheese, the cheese was oozing. Sigh, thinking about them makes my mouth water &gt;_&lt;;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549051642_545986642_3712867_73156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549051642_545986642_3712867_73156_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noodles with braised abalone and gooseweb sauce. Gooseweb is not the one part of an animal that I wanna eat but the sauce was very delicious. And yes, I havent had any big, one whole abalones for a long time. I think it's been a year or so. I missed big chunky abalones like these. Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549066642_545986642_3712869_4635805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549066642_545986642_3712869_4635805_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Egg yolk. Lol. Don't you think it resembles one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dessert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549071642_545986642_3712870_6488942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 362px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549071642_545986642_3712870_6488942_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soursop juice and my favourite durian tempura fried to perfection with creamy filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soursop juice however reminds me of those fever syrups I used to have when I was a child. *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a full dinner, the first thing we had the next day was brunch. Hey, we gotta eat to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549076642_545986642_3712871_985194_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549076642_545986642_3712871_985194_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arrays of food. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for tea time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549081642_545986642_3712872_2570545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549081642_545986642_3712872_2570545_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 pints of Baskin Robbins =__=;;; I mean, they were having 31% discount and there were 6 of us. Three pints weren;t really that much right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then dinner time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549106642_545986642_3712874_1248261_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549106642_545986642_3712874_1248261_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast duck. I still prefer the one in Paramount. :P Which is why I always say, sometimes street food are way better than those served in fine dining restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549121642_545986642_3712876_6753595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549121642_545986642_3712876_6753595_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steamed organic fish with chicken essence. I hate the fact that people are deliberately using the term "organic" and hike the price with no limits. Can you believe this fish is 105 ringgit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;I could have  ordered a goby fish (Soon Hock) with that price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549126642_545986642_3712877_3523927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 363px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549126642_545986642_3712877_3523927_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostrich stir fried with ginger and scallions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549136642_545986642_3712878_4624086_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 446px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_232549136642_545986642_3712878_4624086_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinach with bamboo piths. I love to eat bamboo ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549111642_545986642_3712875_1246337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549111642_545986642_3712875_1246337_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tofu with mushrooms. The top part of the tofu is made of spinach :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549146642_545986642_3712880_3800971_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 338px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549146642_545986642_3712880_3800971_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My all time favourite dessert! Peanut cream. I loved it because it wasn't too sweet. Some restaurants serve them so sweet that I suspected that they used Peanut butter instead of really grinding the peanut to soft pastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549156642_545986642_3712881_4904793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 364px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs196.snc3/20373_232549156642_545986642_3712881_4904793_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHinese pancakes. The skin was very crispy but unfortunately the filling was so sweet that I thought I was going to have diabetes. If the filling had reduced sweetness, it would have tasted better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was a little different because I got christmas presents from my dad. lol. We don't celebrate Christmas so yeah that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/pretty-elizabeth-arden-Ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 526px;" src="http://www.mimifroufrou.com/scentedsalamander/images/pretty-elizabeth-arden-Ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth Arden PRETTY perfume. It's not auntie ok &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose that because it has floral scents which is my favourite kind of scent other than citrus kinds :D.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I'm not really a heavy perfume user so it's a good buy.&lt;br /&gt;I bought Glow 5 years ago and it has not finished. I still have half a bottle left. =____=;&lt;br /&gt;The lotion has not even been opened. oh god lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Christmas gift is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/S0CkTz7mpqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Xptcp8_NdZ4/s1600-h/DSCF2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/S0CkTz7mpqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Xptcp8_NdZ4/s200/DSCF2420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422514611618752162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo bag. hahahahahhaa. It's better than nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much sums up my year end activities. How did you celebrate yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5793973976936266360?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5793973976936266360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5793973976936266360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5793973976936266360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5793973976936266360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-here.html' title='2010 is here!'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/S0CkTz7mpqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Xptcp8_NdZ4/s72-c/DSCF2420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8333389188566657478</id><published>2009-12-30T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:41:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is gonna be a short post. Heading to Genting in the morning and of course, eating lots of food and sleeping! Who seriously cares to shop in that place? -.- It's gonna bore me to death especially since I go there like 2-3 times a year. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I go, I got each of my friends christmas pressies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought stuffs for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tim&lt;br /&gt;2) Iris&lt;br /&gt;3) TJ&lt;br /&gt;4) Sam&lt;br /&gt;5) Angie&lt;br /&gt;6) Irene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be the most expensive but I hope you guys will love it! Took me quite a long time to get items that will be fair to everyone and because a few of the friends in my within my circle are guys. I can't be getting soft toys for them ?&lt;br /&gt;Although I do have temptations at times. :P Hehhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you guys will be happy with the gifts! I may get a few more items to be included into the goody bags ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8333389188566657478?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8333389188566657478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8333389188566657478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8333389188566657478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8333389188566657478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-gonna-be-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4744561530895181276</id><published>2009-12-28T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:36:19.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas is over! New Year's coming! As mentioned earlier in a few posts ago, I will celebrate my Christmas with a quiet dinner date and it was what I got. No busy crowds, annoying teenage lala brats that spray confettis and most importantly, NO STUPID IMU KIDS.  Speaking of which, I am about to have Saturday classes on Malaysian studies. 9-12 every single damn week. This encourages me to skip classes even more than before. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Jake's Charbroiled for a quiet dinner. Not really quiet actually considering that there were a couple of naughty kids running around with their balloons and occasionally crying like spoilt brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182931642_545986642_3673461_5454771_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182931642_545986642_3673461_5454771_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our appetiser. Nachos. Very spicy. lol I had to scrap all the chillis out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182951642_545986642_3673463_1856891_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;My rack of lamb with mint sauce. Nice buttery mint sauce that I can... copy. I think. Hehe. Sort of managed to taste what was inside the sauce. I'm such a pirate :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224182961642_545986642_3673464_3910815_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 433px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224182961642_545986642_3673464_3910815_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grilled chicken thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_226798291642_545986642_3689415_6414130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs176.snc3/20373_226798291642_545986642_3689415_6414130_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for dessert, we ordered chocolate brownie. It was warm and pretty good but I still prefer the one where I had during my birthday in Bangsar. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182916642_545986642_3673460_8194110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182916642_545986642_3673460_8194110_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182946642_545986642_3673462_3274613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224182946642_545986642_3673462_3274613_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the 26th, I attended my cousin's wedding. Took a lot of crazy pics so I'm only gonna post some here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224185896642_545986642_3673468_7124367_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224185896642_545986642_3673468_7124367_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224185906642_545986642_3673470_8001368_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 321px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224185906642_545986642_3673470_8001368_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224202336642_545986642_3673546_4534429_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224192231642_545986642_3673515_7059887_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224196951642_545986642_3673534_3379388_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224196951642_545986642_3673534_3379388_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224192241642_545986642_3673516_4549487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224192241642_545986642_3673516_4549487_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224192221642_545986642_3673513_6290773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224192221642_545986642_3673513_6290773_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224188691642_545986642_3673479_5331795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 362px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224188691642_545986642_3673479_5331795_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224188646642_545986642_3673476_3935757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 344px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs184.snc3/19173_224188646642_545986642_3673476_3935757_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224188676642_545986642_3673478_3455709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 364px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs164.snc3/19173_224188676642_545986642_3673478_3455709_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's about it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Genting for New Year's celebration on the 30th. Until then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4744561530895181276?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4744561530895181276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4744561530895181276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4744561530895181276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4744561530895181276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-over-new-years-coming-as.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8974246685481418537</id><published>2009-12-20T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T01:49:35.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm finally back! Pardon my rather long absence from this blog. I was busy having my thumbs sore and my phalanges numb by constantly playing with my PSP. I totally regretted not buying it right after STPM. Right now, I can only play for a good 3 weeks or so before going back to uni. Why do I still refuse to accept the cold harsh reality that a new semester is approaching? For sem 4, I'm gonna have some practical attachment which I don't see any point doing it. An internship that lasts for only 2 weeks. Definitely more reports and assignments coming as well. Ohh ohhh and guess what? I will be having an extra subject ; Pengajian Malaysia. Siiiiiiiigh. Back to Malaysian laws and history. Not that I really mind because I do quite well in History but the thoughts of having to do it over again makes me wanna bang my head onto a table continuously. Speaking of which, despite of me being in the Science field all the time, throughout my whole time in high school, I always do the best in History. . I even got a 94 for History once. It really gets myself thinking if I'm in a right course. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I know my course doesn't involve much of maths but sometimes I really do wanna challenge myself again with some nice maths question. ONLY algebra though. I'm not a calculus person. Simple differentiation and intergration I'm ok. But when it involves differentiation or intergration of sin cos and tan, I will tear the paper into shreds. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;But it's not the same for algebra. I remember sitting down and spending 45 minutes trying to solve one algebra question and yet I still enjoy doing it. Ahhh the good ol days. Sigh that's me. I really am not that kind of person that can do EVERYTHING well although they don't like the subject. Once my brain hates something, no matter how hard I tried to feed it with more information, it refuses to accept.&lt;br /&gt;Errrrrr, why am I wasting my time on this seemingly endless rambling? -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you were to know, I did go to Melaka and Ipoh for a food trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic in Melaka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_202357301642_545986642_3580974_7831895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_202357301642_545986642_3580974_7831895_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahahah! Yep only one! I didn't bother taking any pics of food. It was so darn hot and honestly, after going to Ipoh, I think Ipoh has more tasty food than Melaka. I didn't really bother going to commercialised shops to eat because it's common sense. Most places that are commercialised or visited a lot by tourists serve crappy food. I ignored the chicken rice shops and even the Sam Shu Gong shop. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I did take some nice pics in Ipoh!&lt;br /&gt;I went to eat the delicious pork satays. Believe me, the amount of satays we eat can be quite scary.&lt;br /&gt;Ten people ate a total amount of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;115&lt;/span&gt; sticks of satays! Of course, most of them were eaten by me, brother and cousins. I ate only 15 sticks. It's almost like a mini competition of "who ate the most satays" hahahahahah. We also ordered popiah, rojak and many other street foods. Right after that, we went to try the curry mee from "Sun Seng Fatt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984206642_545986642_3631174_1636017_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984206642_545986642_3631174_1636017_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I don't get why is it famous because the curry mee is kinda blah if you ask me. I can even cook better curry than this. -___- No aroma of spices or anything. Just bland curry powder flavour. Is that the reason why it's famous among the Chinese?? O_o&lt;br /&gt;This also tells you why when you cook curry, always do it the Indian or Malay style. I put a lot of spices and herbs when I cook curry and it tastes nothing like this.&lt;br /&gt;Plain disappointment if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to our dinner! Darn, I never knew price of food in Ipoh is this cheap! It's even cheaper than in my hometown, which is just a small town by the way.&lt;br /&gt;We went to this restaurant named "Kok Thai" and ordered the set dinner for 10 at Rm 298 per table.&lt;br /&gt;Initially with this price, I would think that the food will only be okay because back here in KL, Rm 300 does not guarantee you any delicious food. Moreover, this price was for ten persons so I was really kinda doubtful but I was proven wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984211642_545986642_3631175_7219004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984211642_545986642_3631175_7219004_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first dish: Mixture of three different types of dishes called three treasures or something like that. It has a dish of pork, a dish of fried spring rolls with prawn fillings and a dish of chicken stir fried with scallops and other ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! I love the spring rolls. So crispy on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984241642_545986642_3631179_327713_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984241642_545986642_3631179_327713_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sharks fin soup. Hmmm, kinda normal. I don't expect much because it's not those like Rm 200 per bowl that kind. You definitely can't compare these with those. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984251642_545986642_3631181_5454499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 361px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984251642_545986642_3631181_5454499_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried fish! It looks kinda normal but it was surprisingly very good. Crispy on the outside and the fish was just cooked. (as in the flesh is flaky) Although we waited quite some time for it to arrive, the wait turns out to be quite a worthwhile one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984246642_545986642_3631180_4235491_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984246642_545986642_3631180_4235491_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some one pot dish with abalone pieces, quail eggs, fatt choy and sea cucumber. This dish was good. Again, you can't expect much from the abalone. It definitely can't compare with those abalones I ate in some fine dining restaurants. Abalones from such restaurants come in a whole piece not strips. Hahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984266642_545986642_3631182_1366447_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 346px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984266642_545986642_3631182_1366447_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite! Yam basket with prawn salad as filling. Omg, they gave so many prawns to us. The yam was perfectly fried. Crispy on the outside and the yam was grounded so finely that they melt in your mouth. The prawns were of steamed  and tempura types. Nice combo with the mayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984276642_545986642_3631183_2270064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984276642_545986642_3631183_2270064_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glutinous rice in lotus leaf. The flavour was good but I personally enjoy eating rice with texture that's slightly harder. This was a little too mushy for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984296642_545986642_3631184_6256682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984296642_545986642_3631184_6256682_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dessert: Red bean soup and glutinous balls. Now, this red bean soup was really tasty. First, you can see that it's really grounded from red beans. (Other restaurants tend to serve red bean soups that seem to be of ready made red bean paste). They added water chestnuts inside making it quite a refreshing dessert after all the heavy meal. The filling inside the glutinous balls is peanut paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dessert we had was the chinese pancake. I did not take a picture of it because it's quite a normal food. But anyway, they were not crispy enough and tasted a little too egg-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on a whole, the food was very delicious, portions served were large and most importantly cheap! I doubt I can ever find delicious food with prices like these in KL. We had dinner similar to this and it cost us about Rm 1000 per table. The food wasn't even as delicious as those in this restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try another dim sum restaurant(Kao Lee restaurant) and despite there were some hits and misses, I still think it was worth the money. We ate 48 plates of dim sums (excluding porridge) for 10 persons and only with a total of about Rm 150 or so. I mean, even in PJ, most dimsum restaurants serve OKAY dim sums with higher price so it was definitely worth it. Of course I think the ones from ZING were still one of the better ones :P But, even for that, we had to pay around Rm 55++ per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984226642_545986642_3631177_3618701_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 451px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_214984226642_545986642_3631177_3618701_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cousin and our big hairs! Hahaha. After a long day hunting food and shopping, the hair got bigger. Especially mine. Cobwebbed hair?&lt;br /&gt;Lol geez. The kind of imagination people can come up just on hairs these days. I don't think it's a cobweb.. Hmmm looks more like a dirty rag to me. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984231642_545986642_3631178_6348534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984231642_545986642_3631178_6348534_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, my big hair and my mom. And thank you. save the comments on how big I am because in reality, I am about twice the size of my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984301642_545986642_3631185_121054_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 357px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_214984301642_545986642_3631185_121054_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family pic! Lol @ my dad. He's been complaining how fat he got ever since we got back from Ipoh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hence, this sums up the trips! ANd now, back to my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I think rock band unplugged is kinda sucky because they use lousy songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8974246685481418537?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8974246685481418537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8974246685481418537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8974246685481418537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8974246685481418537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-finally-back-pardon-my-rather-long.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-860597955218883504</id><published>2009-12-10T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:37:05.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm heading to Melaka tomorrow ! Yippeee! That can only mean ten things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat&lt;br /&gt;4) Eat&lt;br /&gt;5) eat&lt;br /&gt;6) Eat&lt;br /&gt;7) Eat&lt;br /&gt;8) Eat&lt;br /&gt;9) Eat&lt;br /&gt;10) Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, I'm heading to Ipoh next week. I cancelled my initial plan to Johor . :P&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to food and more food! Initially, I did plan for a trip to Penang but my cousin told me it's kinda boring so dropped that plan and decided to go to Melaka instead.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, there won't be any cruise trips this year because all places have been booked. :(&lt;br /&gt;Reserving for places  early is feasible but knowing how IMU likes to throw in major surprises in every examination, I always have to wait till getting my results before doing that.  *big sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas, I don't think I will have much activities other than having a casual dinner date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I do not really have much interest in writing about what has been my mind lately. Especially when it concerns about nearly the same person. I figured that there is no way for that person to change THE behaviour, I don't find any reason to write about it. Yes, "THE" because such behaviour only belongs to whom where the world will only revolve around.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, it doesn't matter how much you try to display your maturity, the outcome of your actions will always  show the real you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having talks with Tim lately and funny how our conversations always end up in saying how matured we are compared to so many people out there in their early 20s. Perhaps, in terms of maturity wise, we are normal, it's just that the rest of 60% population out there are way below to standard maturity level relative to their age . I blame it on how the parents raise their children. Mommy this and mommy that. Daddy this and daddy that. Despite of me living comfortably thanks to my parents who bring me up surrounded by such luxury, I always feel embarrassed because I don't think I am INDEPENDENT enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I earn my own money and buy things that I yearn for, I wouldn't be proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;So anyone can just flash their "materialistic items" for the viewing "pleasures" within your social circle but in fact, you're a nobody because every single cent you use to get the item DOES NOT belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that, at such a time where loans are available almost everywhere, almost everyone can afford the kind of luxuries where once perceived to be a "rich man's item". Like how my dad always tells me that true there are many people that own big houses and cars but that is only on the exterior to what outside people can only see. We don't know much about their skeletons in the closet. For all you know, these so called "well to do" families are slaving away to pay off their loans just because they feel that they need to prove that they have a lot of money to live lavishly. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;When how my friend is always gossiping (Ahem, when we are bored at the cafeteria) about some individuals out there that are constantly showing off the kind of luxuries they have, I always feel so disgusted at such people.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even help that the kind of things they brag about is easily obtainable by almost everyone. Sheeeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that rambling, it's time for me to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a snack now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-860597955218883504?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/860597955218883504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=860597955218883504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/860597955218883504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/860597955218883504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-heading-to-melaka-tomorrow-yippeee.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2254567335910210693</id><published>2009-12-06T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:26:07.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't get it. How can anyone get bored during the holidays??! Especially when you have computers, internet, and TV? After knowing that I've successfully passed my exam, I've been sleeping like a baby. Well, more like a pig actually. Taking my opportunity to cook new food, watch all dramas and animes and GAMES. I'm currently playing Mini Ninjas. Surprisingly, I have more energy than I do when I attend classes. Classes.. Urgh.. Must remind myself to skip more. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I don't feel guilty skipping any because attending lousy lectures is like attending a sleep chamber. It instantly puts you into dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I'm confirmed heading to Melaka! Might plan for a Penang or Johor or Ipoh trip. Darn, I miss all the pork satays in Ipoh. I love Ipoh because the food is so cheap it gives you the feeling of swimming in a pool of gold. Food is an instant ecstasy. Why bother paying so much for a pill with rat poison when you have FOOD. I can't wait to go back to Bukit Tinggi for all the delicious food there. Since I'm 21, now that I can enter casino.. I can now finally enter the.. restaurants within the casino itself in Genting. Bwahahaha. Who cares about gambling when they serve delicious food inside. Im not talking bout the normal restaurant but the one at the VIP area. My parents told me that they serve really nice food inside.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm yearning for some Japanese buffet now T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, WHY DO THESE PPL TAKE SO LONG TO GET MY IPHONE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm ranting like a spoilt brat but waiting for 3 weeks for a phone is a little too much isn't it? I mean, it's just an Iphone not some custom made gadget with diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm gonna end my post abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2254567335910210693?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2254567335910210693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2254567335910210693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2254567335910210693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2254567335910210693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-7021379757668665533</id><published>2009-11-28T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:54:12.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Semester 3 has ended and since I've managed to go through it smoothly this time, I can now summarise the events that have occurred along the way. Other than the usual nonsensical crapload of things I do, there's really nothing much I can describe. Hmmm I think I sort of break my own personal in the total number of classes that I have skipped. haha. I've probably skipped close to 40 classes this whole sem. O_O And yes, I'm not joking. Initially I even bought a voice recorder to record the lectures and it was pointless. I ended up wanting to sleep listening to the voices of the lecturers and now the recorder is lying somewhere in the room collecting dust. I sorta felt guilty for buying it because that gadget was about Rm 200. However, I may still need to use it sometime in future. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, I am still waiting for the arrival of my Iphone. -_- What is taking these people so long to send it over. I took the 3GS 16 gb one. Actually, the main reason why I bought the phone was to play games. ._.  I figured it kills two birds with one stone because I can use it to play games and make phone calls at the same. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I can do with it if the lectures are boring.&lt;br /&gt;After a long deliberation, I am getting a PSP soon. I finally chose PSP over XBOX.  Hey, it's not really my call because I'm sharing it with my brother. If you ask me, I feel embarrassed that even at this ripe age of 21, I am still depending on my parents in getting things that I want.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I've told myself that for my first pay, I will be getting my parents nice stuffs. Not that they really need anything because they aren't materialistic people but well It feels nice because it also shows I'm slowly transforming into a grown woman that can take care of herself ^__^. Sigh which I'm still not. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main topic, since it's holidays for me, I bought 8 archie comics for my leisure reading and totally wasted money on a very cute panda soft toy. -_- Embracing the inner child in me indeed. -_-. Funny enough, it's the first time I spent on soft toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to sum all the activities up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs050.snc3/13769_339317165105_618045105_9838338_2349649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs050.snc3/13769_339317165105_618045105_9838338_2349649_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Italiannies after the last exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs104.snc3/15160_1249936818436_1529958158_30665237_4508254_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs104.snc3/15160_1249936818436_1529958158_30665237_4508254_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pic of my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs084.snc3/15160_1249923538104_1529958158_30665219_4045323_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs084.snc3/15160_1249923538104_1529958158_30665219_4045323_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My coursemates! The complete pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs084.snc3/15160_1249936858437_1529958158_30665238_1932259_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs084.snc3/15160_1249936858437_1529958158_30665238_1932259_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our errrr 69 pose. God knows how we came up with this but yeah, that will be our sign language whenever we wanna say 69. hahahaha Also, the one who refuse to cooperate that was standing at the farthest right. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs113.snc3/16050_322785370105_618045105_9612495_2543869_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 358px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs113.snc3/16050_322785370105_618045105_9612495_2543869_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two nutty girls taking a pic at Timmeh's birthday at Paddington's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7625_1236496673462_1260582015_2370233_862804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7625_1236496673462_1260582015_2370233_862804_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the girls say cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs104.snc3/15160_1250760599030_1529958158_30666674_2457846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 374px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs104.snc3/15160_1250760599030_1529958158_30666674_2457846_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our  visit to Ampang Hospital to learn about the possible jobs we may be handling in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Sem 3. New beginning in Sem 4 soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-7021379757668665533?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/7021379757668665533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=7021379757668665533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7021379757668665533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/7021379757668665533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/11/semester-3-has-ended-and-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5770384600296652380</id><published>2009-11-26T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:27:46.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YABBBBBBA DABBBBBBBBA DOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>Mind the neanderthal calling. I'm just elated. I got back my results today! This time, my results are better than I expected. I finally got above 3.0 mark for this semester! Despite it somehow increases my cgpa, I'm still stuck at 2.99 because I did not do well for semester 2. Yeah, 2.99 =_=''' Have you ever experienced something so near yet so far? That's me. 3 times in a row. -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got A- for both Hematology and Pathology. I'm actually happier with my result that I got for Hematology than getting a 3.13 gpa because Hematology was something that I wanna do in future. At least, it sort of gives me a hope that I may be able to further my studies in this field.&lt;br /&gt;Just don't compare me with people that get straight A's. I am one who never excels in subjects that I hate. NEVER. Just like last semester with Biotechnology and Bioanalysis in this sem. Got C for both. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever! It's time for me to enjoy now! Planning for Melaka trip sometime soon. Might even go for cruise again! :D And I'm going to Genting for New Year's again. =______=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my holidays, I cooked some new stuff I never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs113.snc3/16065_172206566642_545986642_3356451_2340027_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 273px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs113.snc3/16065_172206566642_545986642_3356451_2340027_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy tuna potato salad. I did not have chili so I used cajun spice instead. I put in some cheese, sweetcorn and lemon juice. Next time, I'll try putting some chilli flakes. It will probably taste better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_185974871642_545986642_3466394_1213504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 443px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_185974871642_545986642_3466394_1213504_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White chocolate brownies. The texture and taste are alright but I think they still somehow lack the chocolatey goodness in it. Maybe I'll use white chocolate buttons next time and make it more of a chewy brownie type. Possibly decrease like 1/2 cup of flour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_185974876642_545986642_3466395_5108712_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 303px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs025.snc3/11245_185974876642_545986642_3466395_5108712_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baked chicken. Marinated with marinade I prepared and baked it for an hour (for both thighs) My brother said it is similar to Nando's. It's definitely different than those from  Nando's. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_189600551642_545986642_3495804_2986379_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 342px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_189600551642_545986642_3495804_2986379_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally made the mushroom soup pureed type. I added cream this time. Ahh who cares about being err low fat. The truth is, no cream=no nice mushroom soup. I mixed three different kinds of mushroom. As you can see, I did not puree them until they were really fine. I wanna have a little bit of err let's just say I want to chew bits of mushroom but at the same time pureed fine enough to make up the soup. Erm whatever. I don;t really know what I'm saying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_189600556642_545986642_3495805_7429794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11245_189600556642_545986642_3495805_7429794_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My homemade vegetable soup. Actually, with the same ingredients , all I need to do is add some tomato puree and voila, I have myself some minestrone soup. I substituted onions with spring onions because I don't want the taste to be too overpowering. Besides, the green colour will make the soup more colourful =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. It's time for me to go indulge myself as a professional couch potato. ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5770384600296652380?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5770384600296652380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5770384600296652380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5770384600296652380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5770384600296652380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/11/yabbbbbba-dabbbbbbbba-doooooo.html' title='YABBBBBBA DABBBBBBBBA DOOOOOO'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4024941332578125945</id><published>2009-11-18T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:11:10.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! The much dreaded exam has finally ended. The past one month has been nothing but constant memory loading into my puny brain and true enough, at most only 1/4 has been stored somewhere by my slow moving neurons. The exams this time was very difficult. Difficult because those are the questions that do not test your intelligence but rather your memory capacity. I could not fathom how questions like "which needle size is most commonly used in animal research" is relevant to anything that stimulates the brain to function properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However for ALL the papers that I have sat so far, again, I felt that the short answer questions sections are always easier than multiple choice ones. It's easier for me to write down answers that are not relevant to memory but using your logical senses for answering. Even for the OSPE, (a test where participants must write down answers based on the given pictures at 5 minutes in each station), one particular question irked me to no end. It's still acceptable if we are being asked to label the parts of an egg embryo (BUT it's not related to microbiology) and state what are the routes for the culturing of virus in EACH labeled section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have not even came across with any articles about this. Is this one way for them to "test" if we are of "A" student material? This is really a joke. Initially, I did some one sample OSPE questions given to medical students and I thought it will be relatively easy since medical students' are not too hard. But look at this now. I still don't see the relevance in that and training us to be good scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having examinations 6 days in a row from Monday to Saturday is not NICE AT ALL. It's not the physical torture that we have to endure but the mental torture of having not enough sleep worrying about the next day, going for examinations, worrying about how we did for SIX DAYS with no rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to believe that this uni is like a military school. What the heck? I paid so much money to be in a military school with staffs that are super rigid? This is getting more ridiculous in each subsequent semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it was the end of an 8 day hell, after the exam, we went to the Curve for some premature celebration. I practically went nuts in the car and shouted, "Woohoo, this is what we call civilisation man!" I even pointed at the buildings and said "See, Sam, I told you PJ is super civilised compared to Sri Petaling"&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. This is what IMU can really do to your mental state. I even uttered the same thing in the elevator at Ikano. "Aha, see the elevator fast right? See through some more. Not like the one in IMU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L.M.A.O&lt;/span&gt;.  I think I detest the place so much that I even started to compare the  conditions of the elevators. Hahahahahhahaha. People might even think that I came from the wild. I'm just really glad to be away from IMU or anywhere within its vicinity. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anwyay, we had lunch at Italiannies and they don't have any set lunch. For goodness sake, this is not fair. LOL. Tim postulated that maybe it's due to the fact that people that shop in the CURVE are rich people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... O_o That;s not fair to us students! Having said that, I ended up eating clam linguine in a portion for two anyway =_= I was so ignorant that I went "Eh, why mine so much ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Talk about being clueless. After lunch, we went for a short walk window shopping and stopped by at Chocolate lounge for some Ice cream. Only RM 1.10 ! :O&lt;br /&gt;The ice cream so so luscious and have very strong vanilla flavour that made us went "Hmmmmmmmmm yummmm" Mind you, I'm not a vanilla flavour person but I found the ice cream delicious. I guess we were lucky. Knowing how cunning these business people are, they are probably gonna sell them at much higher price after knowing that the ice creams are such a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: They do not have this promotion in ONE U. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I went shopping with my mom and bought a cute peachy pink wedges for myself. I brought her to Dave's to try the pasta. So yeah, I had pasta again today. -_-; NO MORE PASTAS FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS. Speaking of which, the pork ribs from Dave's seems delicious.. I'm gonna give it a try next time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One event that I found funny today was how I ended up buying a lollipop when my mom was paying at the cashier. Lol. Just reminded me how I'm not that dependent and still is mom and dad's little girl. A 21 year old girl buying lollipop with mommy around. Embarassing. *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should get going now! My games and shows are waiting for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4024941332578125945?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4024941332578125945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4024941332578125945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4024941332578125945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4024941332578125945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-much-dreaded-exam-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-9066177709018738036</id><published>2009-11-01T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:57:17.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up</title><content type='html'>If you would have noticed already, yes, I have changed my music playlist *Points to the right* with some Il Divo and Mario Frangoulis. Hey, don't judge me. Just because I love such songs, it doesn't make me a boring soul. Maybe a little. After another long week of "studying" I'm just getting lazier day by day. Yeah, "studying" because I ended up hunting for cobwebs by looking up the ceiling most of the time. Input = ZERO.&lt;br /&gt; If geniuses are born with a 10 gb RAM, mine is only 512 MB. Slow and lags all the time. People always say that if you allow your baby during gestation period to listen to Mozart's musical pieces, your baby will be very intelligent in the future. I hereby conclude that it's not true at all. I'm a living proof of that. Apparently, my mom listened to some Mozart and other symphonic music when she was pregnant with me and look what happened to her daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not an intelligent one. Maybe a little, she got herself a smart alec daughter. Heh. Perhaps she should have listened to the full collection of Mozart symphonies. Because she listened to only some, her daughter's intelligence is not quite there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm not quite there all the time. Ask my friends. I'm a new definition of what most of you think "crazy" is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than NOT studying, I like to log in to Facebook and play my pathetic games.&lt;br /&gt;When I feel depressed, I drink a cup of coffee and eat my chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Any activities of a normal person to handle stress, I'll do it and not be a kiasu freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my life is much more than just trying to beat everyone like a competition. For the love of god, exams are not for competing. I don't intend to compete and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other things I can say? Almost nothing because my brain's been squeezed dry of creative juices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-9066177709018738036?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/9066177709018738036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=9066177709018738036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/9066177709018738036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/9066177709018738036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/11/fed-up.html' title='Fed up'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1163394520543898366</id><published>2009-10-24T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:43:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I shall go on.</title><content type='html'>It's been only the first week of the study break and I'm already sick and tired of reading notes; Notes that are from modules that I don't like at all which is 80% of the entire module for this sem. -_- I still fail to understand some of the modules that were included as a prerequisite to achieve professionalism in this field. But then again, people like me will most likely will not succeed in life due to my lack of interest in my course and also because I have major problem with my personality *rolls eyes* Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after going through half a week of studying, my back and neck decided to scream "ouch" and retaliated by giving me soreness since Wednesday. I did my studying as best as I could. I chose not to think so much about the GPA thing anymore because clearly, my memory capacity is not big enough to be a top student in IMU. I can only remember facts from subjects that I like; Hematology and Microbiology though still, I can't seem to remember 100% of everything. As time went on, I grew tired of this and even opted for another degree after graduating. Unless.. if luck permits me that I have an opportunity to further my studies in the area that I enjoy working on, I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really did not regret not taking up medicine because I can really conclude that I totally hate studying about anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, even a butcher is a good anatomist. At least he still knows which organ belongs to which part of the body. I guess it's unfortunate that nature made humans such complex creatures with intricate details in every single cell of the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have gone to Monash instead of IMU. Oh well, what has been done has been done. All I need to do now is to get on with it and graduate without taking the GPA into consideration. I still have my brains to make me survive when I get to work in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've created another dish. I know I know, the time that should be used on studying has not been used to its maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs241.snc1/8826_165480566642_545986642_3287380_1762340_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs241.snc1/8826_165480566642_545986642_3287380_1762340_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lamb chops marinated with my own sauce. I remembered how funny it was when I was in the kitchen creating my own sauce. The scene reminded me of a messy chemistry lab.  Considering that it is my first time making my own marinade for lamb I think I'm doing good because I had errr sorta good reviews. ^___^ If the biggest critic say it's nice I believe it's nice because I was actually sucking the bones at the end although I've finished off the meat.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I made BBQ sauce lookalike marinade. So yeah, maybe I can probably sell this to anyone if I fail to be a scientist . KAKAKAKA. I marinated the meat one whole night and then cook it for about 20 mins because all of us like our meat WELL DONE. My brother said it doesn't taste gamey too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the pictures of my food from Dave's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_165482221642_545986642_3287386_2026897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_165482221642_545986642_3287386_2026897_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffed mushrooms. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_165482231642_545986642_3287387_7045100_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 331px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_165482231642_545986642_3287387_7045100_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom pasta with cream. Overall the food isn't that bad. Well, certainly nobody can go wrong with cream right? Even an amateur could have done that. And yes, I knew they put chicken stock inside. My guess was Maggi chicken stock because&lt;br /&gt;1) I got thirsty after the meal (like all usual MSG-laden food.&lt;br /&gt;2) I know how it tasted like because I have one bottle of it in my house too. Hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;I doubt the "sweetness" came from sugar.. Highly unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong though. Hah. However it seems that I was commented as a "lousy eater" because I fail to distinguish between good and bad durian flavour. O_o Just because I like some food not to have overpowering pungency of durian aromas doesn't make me a lousy eater.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Too lazy to argue about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at the notes piling on the table and shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drags the lazy body to the notes unwillingly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1163394520543898366?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1163394520543898366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1163394520543898366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1163394520543898366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1163394520543898366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-shall-go-on.html' title='I think I shall go on.'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2152820004239994849</id><published>2009-10-18T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:19:35.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIM SUM @ Zing</title><content type='html'>Well, as mentioned earlier, I went for another all you can eat dim sum adventure again. Do I see a future fat me waving at me ? Lol. As a reminder, this restaurant is in Grand Millenium Hotel :)&lt;br /&gt;Before I proceed with pictures, I can conclude that the dimsum here is way better than the ones in Marco Polo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous post on it here: &lt;a href="http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2008/12/dim-dim-sum-sum.html"&gt;http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2008/12/dim-dim-sum-sum.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess they have to keep up the standards since this hotel is a 5 star one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063451642_545986642_3249616_6005130_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063451642_545986642_3249616_6005130_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lightings! The deco was kinda cute too with hanging calligraphy brushes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063456642_545986642_3249617_4571775_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063456642_545986642_3249617_4571775_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porridge! Omg it was so smooth and good. You know the kind of texture that takes alot of effort to stir. It's not that it can't be done at home but.. well, kinda lazy to constantly stirring it when i have so much of other things to do. Maybe they should start creating agitators for pots. If they have agitators for platelets why not porridge? They had another porridge with peanuts but I chose this because I looooooooooooooooooooove century eggs. I deliberately scooped out a lot of the eggs. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161063471642_545986642_3249619_7823833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161063471642_545986642_3249619_7823833_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Char siew tart? I'm not sure if this is really what we call "char siew sou" in Cantonese but yeah delicious. BBQ pork skin laid on top of jelly fish.Weird combo but it somehow works :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161063461642_545986642_3249618_6509609_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161063461642_545986642_3249618_6509609_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Egg wrap with pork meat inside. I have never eaten dim sum like this before. Look at the golden yellow colour! Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063481642_545986642_3249620_2737843_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063481642_545986642_3249620_2737843_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried salmon. Yes it is. The salmon was still fresh inside and not overdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063486642_545986642_3249621_1116556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 333px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063486642_545986642_3249621_1116556_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pan fried radish cake! My favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063491642_545986642_3249622_3465924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063491642_545986642_3249622_3465924_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their signature durian puffs. O.M.G. I'm in love with these! The pastry was flaky and warm and the durian filling was yummy without being too overpowering. I had 3-4 pieces of these. And yes, they are THAT good. Even better than Yik Kee's famous durian tarts. That's my opinion  though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161063501642_545986642_3249624_7019266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 347px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161063501642_545986642_3249624_7019266_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy fried prawns! Better than ebi tempura :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063496642_545986642_3249623_822651_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161063496642_545986642_3249623_822651_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried yam! I didn't know they were called taro until today :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069481642_545986642_3249643_6816867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069481642_545986642_3249643_6816867_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fried lotus! I didn't try them because I was too busy ..errr munching on other stuffs :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069486642_545986642_3249644_1021321_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069486642_545986642_3249644_1021321_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prawn dumplings. I did not find it spectacular though. They were kinda too dry for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069491642_545986642_3249645_4576674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 330px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069491642_545986642_3249645_4576674_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Char siew pau. Chicken meat version. LOL. Nothing to complain. Bun was fluffy and meat was delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069506642_545986642_3249647_5716515_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 323px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069506642_545986642_3249647_5716515_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Siew mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069501642_545986642_3249646_5123539_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 370px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069501642_545986642_3249646_5123539_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My staple for dim sum: Fishballs. They were kinda different from the rest because they had some chives inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069516642_545986642_3249648_649922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 334px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069516642_545986642_3249648_649922_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Codfish with prawn dumpling. Very unique. I mean it's codfish. Do I have anything to complain? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069521642_545986642_3249649_4879317_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069521642_545986642_3249649_4879317_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lotus rice. Oh and I forgot to mention, the dimsum plates were square instead of the conventional round types :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069526642_545986642_3249650_1326895_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 436px; height: 327px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069526642_545986642_3249650_1326895_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chinese pancakes!!!!! I took so many of them. Unfortunately, they were not that hot when I took them from the buffet spread. Oh, and yes, some food were taken from the buffet spread and some were only available when you order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069531642_545986642_3249651_2604091_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069531642_545986642_3249651_2604091_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lamb. Even though they were mostly bones, the flavour was wonderful that you can suck the bones and still taste fantastic. They have a little tinge of spiciness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069536642_545986642_3249652_2088887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069536642_545986642_3249652_2088887_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee cheong fun. Aha. This is not my favourite at all. Not prepared well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069541642_545986642_3249653_5363822_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 322px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069541642_545986642_3249653_5363822_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Malay kuih. Not too sweet and texture was moist enough but my complain is why the heck are they so darn small??? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069546642_545986642_3249654_5239909_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069546642_545986642_3249654_5239909_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pan fried dumplings! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069551642_545986642_3249655_1721191_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 361px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069551642_545986642_3249655_1721191_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pan fried chicken buns. Unique and tasty. The pastry was really good! The buns were so fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserts just can't escape from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069561642_545986642_3249657_1726817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 361px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069561642_545986642_3249657_1726817_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate mousse thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069556642_545986642_3249656_8062380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 336px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10524_161069556642_545986642_3249656_8062380_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took whatever dessert was in the spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069566642_545986642_3249658_6214889_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs258.snc1/10524_161069566642_545986642_3249658_6214889_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheesecake! My, so cheesy ! Definitely very rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161077246642_545986642_3249696_7872960_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7430_161077246642_545986642_3249696_7872960_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cups with nice geometrical drawings. Kinda reminds me of those ancient chinese tea cups that were used by people of the royalties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161077261642_545986642_3249698_6523695_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7430_161077261642_545986642_3249698_6523695_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was feeling jakun so we took pics. HAHAHAHAA. I think i look super haggard. Blah. It's gonna be worse this coming study break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that how much I eat today is gonna feed my brains well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2152820004239994849?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2152820004239994849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2152820004239994849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2152820004239994849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2152820004239994849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/10/dim-sum-zing.html' title='DIM SUM @ Zing'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8106848365572816274</id><published>2009-10-16T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:33:33.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I will be temporarily out of the concrete cold hell before going back there for exams. I haven't really had the inclination to do my reports let alone studying. Other than that, I think I'm feeling a couple more pounds piling up on me because I've been going out for full hearty meals quite often. -.- I'm starting to wonder if what my friends predicted of me will ever come true; That I will become a fatty auntie who does household chores and pick up children and drive like a maniac speeding past the red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mere thought is scarier than 10 Friday the 13ths put together. Oh well, I guess it's worth it since I don't get to go out often with him when he starts his new semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, when I had a reunion with my buddies last week, Congning and Fat, we three women ate like crazy at Bella Italia. Just this afternoon I had carbonara pasta at Dave's and  Carl's Jr for dinner @__@ . I think I am ballooning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as the name suggested, Bella Italia is an Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/Sthn7mY9-CI/AAAAAAAAA_c/IA2SbW-sy3M/s1600-h/DSCF1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/Sthn7mY9-CI/AAAAAAAAA_c/IA2SbW-sy3M/s200/DSCF1758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393174827391383586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Risotto for Cong and pastas for both me and Fat. I had cream sauce pasta. :D Plus a bowl of soup for each of us and one large pizza for us to share.&lt;br /&gt;-_______________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think we can eat better than guys. Hahahaha. Pics of my pasta in Dave's can't be uploaded yet :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next? AHA! I'm going for all you can eat DIM SUM buffet at Grand Millennium Hotel KL at the Zing Chinese Restaurant on SUNDAY! Yippeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you think with the amount of food I'm feeding my brains that I will end up smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG. Fat and stupid is gonna be the future me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8106848365572816274?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8106848365572816274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8106848365572816274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8106848365572816274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8106848365572816274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/10/alright-i-will-be-temporarily-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/Sthn7mY9-CI/AAAAAAAAA_c/IA2SbW-sy3M/s72-c/DSCF1758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2594960900316046619</id><published>2009-10-03T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:36:18.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday: Finished off my Natural Products exam. It was not as tough as all of us thought it would be. I guess digesting every single note there is for this module for the sake of regurgitating helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Attended a 6 hour "lecture" on the use of certain software in the laboratory and hospital environment. Pointless, redundant, superfluous, useless and insert-more-similar-words here. A topic that can only be taught when you are in the working field because I guarantee at least 90% of us will not remember about that by the time we graduate. Not unless, if your memory capabilities are beyond of an average person. Besides, this situation is comparable to you being taught on how to use Photoshop but you're not exposed to the software itself. Get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and Thursday: Gotten fed up with all these redundancy and decided not to go. I don't think I missed anything considering most of my course mates ended up doing things that are not relevant with the lectures. Suffice to say, my course mates and I must have   been not "respecting" each other and the lecturer for their lack of attentiveness. Poor us rebels because whatever we are doing now will have a major impact on ourselves in the near future *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went to uni for the sake of PBL and urinalysis experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7625_1238905493681_1260582015_2376919_575774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs209.snc1/7625_1238905493681_1260582015_2376919_575774_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7625_1238905653685_1260582015_2376920_2554188_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7625_1238905653685_1260582015_2376920_2554188_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures of the containers before and after filling with urine. Don't give me the weird look. It's a standard protocol for basic screening tests. At least normal people like you will not get to take a whiff at the urine. I smelled one sample and had a headache after that. Pungency at its best. The smell made cheap perfumes sold in the supermarkets a fragrance from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Time for some musings and tiny common sense related lessons in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I gather that Facebook has been a tool for arguments are retorts. What happened to the old fashioned way of arguing when everything has been done by mouth? It is also being used as a tool for deliberate attempts to hurt other people.&lt;br /&gt;People do not seem to understand the difference of giving one's opinion and be pure malicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright to give your opinion only when you consider the consequences of how the recipient might take it.  When you attempt to give opinion, it's always important to think twice about how the message will be interpreted by another person. You may be sincere with your opinion but can be very destructive if you do not learn how to string your sentences correctly and it may come up as something very offensive to the one listening. This is the basic rule of communication.&lt;br /&gt;If the listener is one who can be quite short tempered, then you just create a bigger mess than what it was originally meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hypocrisy, when is practiced constantly by the same person, will result in creating a persona that exudes a character of a buffoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't ever try to prove a point that will make you end up sounding like a moron on the net especially with the use of words which are deemed by you to be fit only for the use by the intelligent ones. When people agree with certain remarks, that is only because they are thinking generally, not when they really know what had happened. Did I mention that's very immature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do not  assume everyone is malicious. There are still nice people out there who are sincere. Building walls around yourself can only make you suffer and not the other way. Not everyone is out to get you.  Don't be ridiculous.  Sometimes be wary of the people close to you first than those who are outside of your social circle. It's a dog eats dog world out there but it does not apply to all situations. Learn to balance between your opinion and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Don't ever talk for the sake of talking. People who made valid points are the one that will emerge as winners. Injecting dumb philosophies with futile attempts to try to "win" a war of words will result in you sounding like a whining 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What seems to be negative and dark that appears in front of you is a consequence of your narrow mindset. It's like a person in a dark tunnel with a working torchlight in hand. He can only start seeing the surroundings well only when he chose to switch on the torchlight. If he chose not to switch on the torchlight, then he can only fumble his way out of the tunnel with high possibilities of getting a wrong turn along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2594960900316046619?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2594960900316046619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2594960900316046619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2594960900316046619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2594960900316046619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/10/monday-finished-off-my-natural-products.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4842482872636198737</id><published>2009-09-25T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:28:50.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, thank goodness I started memorising what I need for my Natural Products test on Monday. I somehow felt learning about herbs a little more fun than learning about synthetic drugs. However, I've been slacking alot too by catching up with my long lost interest with the show Bones. -.- That's just me I guess.  I get tired of things very easily. I'm no longer an avid follower of CSI anymore. I followed Numbers for only 2 seasons, the same with Criminal Minds. I love all these crime solving shows but I just get bored too easily. It's just a matter of time before my interest towards Bones die as well. The only show that I have been watching since season 1 will be.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL!&lt;br /&gt;Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the issue of me constantly slacking.. I can't help feeling lazy. I'm just tired digesting notes everyday. I'm much happier plucking herbs and toadstools than doing that S word. I envy scientists from the earlier days. No boundaries, No protocols, NO supervisors. Everything is done on their own. Heck, you don't even have to worry about Human Right's issue O_o&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing, I've been addicted with Il Divo's songs lately. Sigh, how I wish they would come back and perform again. I'll rather go to their concert than to attend some worthless music performed by bands. Yeah, that includes the band that call themselves rejects from America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the MAIN TOPIC, which is about my holidays. Finally my bf had a holiday so we went for a casual outing last Wednesday to Midvalley. I went to Tony Roma's for the first time. I never been there before because they serve more beef than chicken and with so little choice, my family wouldnt wanna go there. True enough, I was quite disappointed with their BBQ chicken;  Basically their food in general. I read about the so called good reviews about their food by other bloggers and so i was pretty surprised. Maybe, their beef dishes are delicious just not my Chicken Dish I think. However, Dennis mentioned that the lamb was ok. Well maybe it's just me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, ever since the holiday started, Ive been going out to eat so often I started to get tired of it. I can't eat outside food for more than 3 days or else I would really get bored. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pictures of the outing. Nothing exciting. Both of us are rather plain and boring people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_143063991642_545986642_3107220_6242846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_143063991642_545986642_3107220_6242846_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I know. I look gigantic ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_143064016642_545986642_3107223_7347743_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_143064016642_545986642_3107223_7347743_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the girl? &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_143064041642_545986642_3107226_325500_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_143064041642_545986642_3107226_325500_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh not long ago, I bought another "mosquito" sunglasses to add into my collection. I do look like a bug. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_143064046642_545986642_3107227_3494549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_143064046642_545986642_3107227_3494549_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weeee! And I got myself a cute little solar powered moving panda bear. I looove panda bears! They are hard to come by though. I think people in Malaysia are more interested in getting puppies, kittens, teddy bears related stuffs. Just not panda bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's a holiday, I can't help but to bake a nice cake! I baked mocha almond cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_143742316642_545986642_3113860_3176066_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_143742316642_545986642_3113860_3176066_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my own recipe. It's a little dry though. A little more butter or coffee would moisten it but it does taste like brownies. As you can see, it's cracked on the top. Either I overmixed the batter or the temperature was not very right but I guess I go for the latter because I used new sets of pans and they happen to be the non stick black kind. These kinda pans tend to conduct heat more so I guess I need to lower the temperature a little from the one I usually set. But again, it's all about the taste. Presentation is not so crucial in my case because I'm not selling it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then. TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4842482872636198737?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4842482872636198737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4842482872636198737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4842482872636198737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4842482872636198737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-thank-goodness-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-1112914485018786285</id><published>2009-09-20T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:01:00.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello holiday!</title><content type='html'>Hello holiday! It's been awhile since I last saw you. I miss you! Unfortunately, I can't be with you because my uni is torturing me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after my holidays I'm having a Natural Products test. How far am I to completion? 20%? It's a test that relied heavily on memory so I have to take one week to memorise my notes SLOWLY. At least I did get to do some shopping in KLCC and got myself a Paris Hilton bag.&lt;br /&gt;I know Paris Hilton. &gt;_&gt;; I'm turning into A BIM**. Sigh. But it was a good buy and I check for the material, condition, the insides blablabla. That's me. I don't go for brands but I go for quality. So when I saw the bag was on sale, I had to grab it. Hahaha. Unfortunately, it is also in BRIGHT CHILLI RED. O_o So now I will have a CHilli red purse with a chilli red bag.  Gamblers' favourite colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, of course there's some good news. My bf finally completed his exams and so I can like hang out with him. Not alot but better than nothing. Don't have to pity me though.  It's something I am trying VERY HARD to get used to it at times. At least I don;t have to deal with a long distance relationship so I always give myself some optimism. At least I tried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm even confused with what I want. I tell myself all the time that I can get used to lesser attention given to me. I can I can and I can. But I'm a woman . I do feel the emptiness once in a while. Nobody will feel it but me. Nobody will understand this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody seem to understand that i don't want any form of materialistic items. All I need is an extra 10 minutes of attention. However, I'm even confused that if I get that at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bear with it but at times I can get tired of the same excuses thrown to me time after time.&lt;br /&gt;I can be understanding can't I? I am not selfish am I? There's a little space in my heart that's not satisfied yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don;t know. I'm so confused at times I really don't know what I really want anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-1112914485018786285?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/1112914485018786285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=1112914485018786285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1112914485018786285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/1112914485018786285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-holiday.html' title='Hello holiday!'/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8916781973934807461</id><published>2009-09-12T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:43:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I had had it with all these animal experimentation. If that's the only way I can do a postgraduate studies by killing animals, I'm forfeiting it. After yesterday's incident where I had to witness the mouse being killed mercilessly, I was so disturbed that I already made my mind that NO animal experimentation for me in future, even if it means not being able to get do research for my paper.&lt;br /&gt;I have started to ponder if all these claims about looking for cure for the sake of mankind was a noble act or just a good way to make really good money. I think I go for the latter. It's not that there isn't any scientists out there who are really dedicated.. but I just get sick in the stomach for having to kill a living thing mercilessly. Please do not include mosquitoes and roaches. They are just pure evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asked me to dissect, I wouldnt mind. Anything that does not involve killing. So what happened was, we had to kill the mouse by cervical dislocation. Basically, it's just pulling the tail of the mouse to break the neck so it will die instantly. Apparently, it's regarded as the best method because it's quick and painless. But then again, no matter how they always regard this as the best method, killing is still killing. You can't change this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my coursemates told me that apparently one of the lab technicians also did experiments similar to ours but they used guinea pigs instead. I was so shocked by how they killed the guinea pig. They basically swing the guinea pig around till they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;It's only cute when Hamtaro twirls around.&lt;br /&gt;When you swing the guinea pig around to kill it; Not cute at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident that made me changed my mind about all these researches is cardiac puncture.&lt;br /&gt;The mouse was literally shrinking when the blood was drawn out of it. Imagine an inflated balloon losing gas. -_- It was totally reduced to only fur and organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I volunteered to dissect the mouse. It's the only thing I can do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Do not scroll down if you're a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SqvAzO63QHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/iZ_8uwbMBeg/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SqvAzO63QHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/iZ_8uwbMBeg/s200/DSC01020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380606166235037810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to my training back in form 6 dissecting the mouse was quite a breeze. No hemorrhage after dissection :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe a woman with red highlights that love to dress up is doing all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8916781973934807461?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8916781973934807461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8916781973934807461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8916781973934807461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8916781973934807461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-had-had-it-with-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SqvAzO63QHI/AAAAAAAAA_U/iZ_8uwbMBeg/s72-c/DSC01020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-2194415712151080417</id><published>2009-09-09T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:57:19.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As was mentioned in previous posts of mine, Michael Learns to Rock concert was held last Saturday. All I can say is that I had a great time enjoying the concert! 2 hours of non stop singing. Now that's what i call real concert! Previously, I've watched some Chinese concerts (accompanied my mom to watch Andy Lau and Sammi Cheng) and honestly. I don't get why these people like to waste the viewers' money by spending so much time talking nonsense. I understand it's good to communicate but not too long. We pay money to see you sing not talk -.- I might as well get a ticket for a standup comedy.  All my favourite Michael Learns to Rock songs were played in the concert! :D Of course, they saved the best for the last . So here are some pics. Pictures of the concert was not taken by me. I reckoned that I couldn't enjoy the concert fully if I take pictures. You know, in a way,  it sorta distracts you from watchhing the concert&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_133495756642_545986642_2995852_177376_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px; " src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_133495756642_545986642_2995852_177376_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new Facebook display pic :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Comments from Tim after the pic was taken: Why look so GLOSSY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~_~;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_133495761642_545986642_2995853_4532070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_133495761642_545986642_2995853_4532070_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px; " src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs204.snc1/7123_133495761642_545986642_2995853_4532070_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to act demure but somehow I think I looked a little like Joker here. hahah. This usually happens when you are pretending something you are not. In my case, demure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_133495771642_545986642_2995855_1185345_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_133495771642_545986642_2995855_1185345_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perempuan garang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_133495776642_545986642_2995856_6868661_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7123_133495776642_545986642_2995856_6868661_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramah mesra...&gt;_&gt;;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265730105_618045105_8685321_6062312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265730105_618045105_8685321_6062312_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim took this while I was pondering about something during dinner. I kinda liked the picture although it shows all  flaws in my features. Look at the flat face. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265825105_618045105_8685335_4044350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265825105_618045105_8685335_4044350_n.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px; " src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265825105_618045105_8685335_4044350_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked this pic too although I was really on the line in a tense conversation.  Funny how when you do things naturally and when the actions are captured in a photo, they look nicer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265835105_618045105_8685337_4509350_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265835105_618045105_8685337_4509350_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tim's superb photography skills! This was taken at the dessert table.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, we had buffet again.  So even I took some pics, I'm too lazy to put them up here. The food are nearly the same anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265875105_618045105_8685343_1705901_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7030_267265875105_618045105_8685343_1705901_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally pic of the concert! Ahem, the guitarist looks so cool :P I have a thing for men playing guitars. Errr, the rest of the pics are in facebook so too lazy to put them up here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diverting from this topic about concert, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was some performances going on in uni today. Why can't these people just shut up and do their own things rather than trying too hard to sing some songs that was obvious that they were not even capable to in the first place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh. IMU. Wannabes are just at every single corner of the uni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-2194415712151080417?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/2194415712151080417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=2194415712151080417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2194415712151080417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/2194415712151080417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-was-mentioned-in-previous-posts-of.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-3997911659962067109</id><published>2009-08-29T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:46:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's hard to describe my feelings at the moment. I somehow feel very upset but some part of me tells me that it's due to my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard at times when you hear comments made that is not true at all about you. Usually, I wouldn't give two shits about any other strangers but if such comments were made to the ears of someone close to me, I'll be very upset. SO upsetting that it can distract whatever I'm doing right now. Call me complicated. Call me sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but feel that sometimes in life it's probably best to just pretend that you are all of made of sugar spice and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm a big believer in expressing myself in a most honest way. Which is why when I'm  at the bad moment, I don't emit positive energy at all but that's not an opportunity to make claims of what I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human will remain human. You certainly don't expect them to emit positive aura all the time do you? Just as the earth have sudden changes in weather and seasons, we human have changes in emotions and the way we express ourselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is constantly smiling does not mean he or she is friendly and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one person can make everyone happy so why even bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-3997911659962067109?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/3997911659962067109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=3997911659962067109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3997911659962067109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/3997911659962067109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-hard-to-describe-my-feelings-at.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4818881607380712687</id><published>2009-08-27T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:41:15.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What else is new? I'm tired as always although I do have something new to talk about. After long hours of contemplation , I've finally decided to get my red highlights for my hair last week. I know, I can be a real pain. I mean, who contemplates for so long about changing hair colours? I was just worried that my hair would be destroyed and ends up looking like ginseng. Hey, don't give me the look. Many people advised me to NOT touch my hair because it was already nice as it is. Well, at least I did not regret it because the results were pretty good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_125746186642_545986642_2895469_7364120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 488px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_125746186642_545986642_2895469_7364120_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say it looks better in reality though. I've been told that I look like Rogue (Of X-MEN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, I did not know who that was (I am not  a comic superhero fanatic) so I decided to google for her pic. Turns out that, she has platinum blond streaks instead of red so yeah.. I wonder where did that judgment come from O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm loving my new hair colour! I can just pick up an electric guitar and pretend how much of a rock star I am. I'm from IMU. Being a wannabe is a norm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the sarcasm bug got caught with me again this week because I made three different sarcastic remarks about my Uni when conversing with three different lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I make a point when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The lecturers laughed at my remarks. (Definitely not laughing at me, you can tell by their facial expressions)&lt;br /&gt;2) The lecturers agreed with my statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, here's a question that me and my friends ask most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL ARE SO MANY IMU KIDS GET AFRAID OF THEIR LECTURERS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not suggesting that we should rebel, but I'm just wondering why they still have high school mentality going on. It's the mentality!!! MENTALITY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Seriously, the high school aura is emitted to every single corner of the damn uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the exhaustion is making me a whiny little bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4818881607380712687?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4818881607380712687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4818881607380712687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4818881607380712687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4818881607380712687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-else-is-new-im-tired-as-always.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8901202240872946191</id><published>2009-08-15T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:47:54.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired tired tired tired tired. I'm getting stuck in a rut that hence I start thinking I need a hairdo change. -.- Anyhow, I can't believe that I'm already in the 7th week of this semester. 7 weeks worth of my youth gone and I can never take it back. (O_O;;;)&lt;br /&gt;Of course, things will keep you excited in uni like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we are doing stool culture on Monday. Culturing stool. It's not that we're gonna multiply the amount of faeces (To those who are really science-ignorant).. we're just gonna test for presence of microorganism in faeces. When news broke out that we're supposed to collect our own faeces, as usual all hell broke loose. Screams, shouts, groaning that disapproves collecting one's faeces were heard. I'm not disgusted, I just think we're gonna be in a shitty situation. Hah! (Puns are indended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way I'm kinda anxious to see what is it and how is it done. At least these are a few things that cannot be experienced by other courses. Also, we did ear tagging for mice.&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not simple at all. -__- The mice were squirming every time I try to cut the ears. I know it's really cruel. I had a hard time doing that while looking at their very pitiful faces. The omly way to identify mice is to snip a little part of their eyes based on code numbers given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of science is cruel. When I visited the animal lab last week, I felt so bad that I started to wonder if this course is really for me. I mean, in order to get PhD or Masters, one will actually kill these innocent animals just to get a piece of certification? Those lab animals were really pitiful and let me tell you the odour from the lab was a big turn off. I doubt they clean the cages well because clean places will not STINK. All mice, rats were lying down, with their eyes closed... as if they were waiting for their death sentence. They are small.. but somehow when I see large numbers get affected, I felt really bad.&lt;br /&gt;But please, you can go ahead and kill as many mosquitoes and cockroaches you want. I am not an animal lover fanatic. By all means, I wouldn't mind if they get eradicated from earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually before the ear tagging, we were taught how to handle mice and rats. It was kinda fun doing that. I wont mind any handling just not any actions that can inflict pain to them. SO you can sorta say I became quite skillful in catching the mice by grabbing their tails. Hahaha. Unfortunately, I still had the trouble to immobilise them. Stopping them from moving is still quite a challenge for me. Well don't worry, the immobilisation is just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I think it's pretty weird that I can handle mice but I can't handle roaches at all. I detest roaches to no end. Urrgh .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-8901202240872946191?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/8901202240872946191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=8901202240872946191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8901202240872946191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/8901202240872946191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-tired-tired-tired-tired-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-5776702641692101929</id><published>2009-08-07T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:53:04.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehehe, I'm going to watch Michael learns to rock concert next month!!!! :D With my pals and possibly my mom too! Love songs ftw!!!!! Their songs are definitely better than the shitty songs nowadays -_- Besides, judging by the mentality of some people,  watching MLTR might be considered lame or whatnot cause they are not the current chart toppers. (currently playing MLTR songs in my playlist :P)  HOWEVER, I also get to know Air supply is coming again. The concert's on a SUNDAY. I can;t go because I have classes the next day. :(  Well, I guess I can say I'm lucky when I watch their concert last year.. but still.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm actually regretting for not going to Michael Bolton's concert.. Darn. I wonder when will he perform here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Padini Warehouse sale today. As usual, the place was jam packed and a faggot sneezed on to my face. It's not funny. It doesn't help that he is already ugly and he has uglier manners.&lt;br /&gt;At least I still managed to grab some goodies for myself! Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diverting immediately to my uni activities, I think I'm getting somewhat nuttier day by day. It's not just me mind you. My friends are too. Hahahahaa. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a facebook album as a tribute to all lalas out there *peace* The worst part is that I don't even feel sorry for mocking these poses from time to time. :P I hate myself for being so evil at times. It's really hard to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603776642_545986642_2789284_4543351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 287px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603776642_545986642_2789284_4543351_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eeeeeeeeeee camera camera! Must pose. *flashes the v sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603786642_545986642_2789286_7328927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 298px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603786642_545986642_2789286_7328927_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Muuuust... aaaaaaact cuuuuute. Guys looooove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603796642_545986642_2789288_575036_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 304px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603796642_545986642_2789288_575036_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The L pose is back. hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603791642_545986642_2789287_1136814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 294px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603791642_545986642_2789287_1136814_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, it still makes me laugh at the creativity these people have nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603801642_545986642_2789289_3933119_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 310px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603801642_545986642_2789289_3933119_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eeek eeek what the heck am i thinking now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, although you hate lalas, their math isn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603816642_545986642_2789291_1001207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603816642_545986642_2789291_1001207_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603821642_545986642_2789292_4135029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 315px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603821642_545986642_2789292_4135029_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603826642_545986642_2789293_4480548_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 310px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118603826642_545986642_2789293_4480548_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603831642_545986642_2789294_185003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603831642_545986642_2789294_185003_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118605081642_545986642_2789308_7946999_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 290px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118605081642_545986642_2789308_7946999_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O They can count till 5. See, so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603836642_545986642_2789295_158003_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 535px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118603836642_545986642_2789295_158003_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heck of  a pose that will probably take me 1000 years to figure out why it is done this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118605086642_545986642_2789309_191905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs123.snc1/5295_118605086642_545986642_2789309_191905_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm... I think they have a fetish for goldfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since this week has been a crazy one, it's not hard to tell the random quotes we can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have the BUTT cheek to come and challenge me!!!" - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your butt smells as good as a colon flora" -Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just as cheeky as my butt -Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your butt tastes good with butter-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon has a few sacks between his legs.-Tim (My most fave one!!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doraemon loves to be in the closet -Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your breast smells as good as my breath- me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you think I'm not crazy yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118615596642_545986642_2789586_3936356_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs143.snc1/5295_118615596642_545986642_2789586_3936356_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahahahah! My alter ego: Miss Nget&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-5776702641692101929?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/5776702641692101929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=5776702641692101929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5776702641692101929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/5776702641692101929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/08/hehehehe-im-going-to-watch-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-4899743231133986159</id><published>2009-08-02T16:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:30:45.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yippeeee! I've nearly finished all my practical reports ! Well, nearly because I know these reports are shoved to my face incessantly week after week. -.- At least for the moment I can now play some games, workout and watch my tv series in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, lately I'm back to myself getting addicted to the game "who has the biggest brain" in facebook. -_-  I do think it's a good warmup for my brains everyday. As much as your muscles need to be warmed up prior to each workout, we also need to warm up our brains before using it extensively right?&lt;br /&gt;Errr, I think I correct the last time because I don't really use my brains that extensively. Somehow, they are heavily used for mocking and daily doses of sarcasms and just not for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do in Uni anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJuYnaA5I/AAAAAAAAA-s/1wHjrncX63c/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJuYnaA5I/AAAAAAAAA-s/1wHjrncX63c/s200/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365275592312357778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This. LOL. I know it looks stupid. We got the inspiration from a pic we stumbled upon and this pose has been made the number one lala-people mocking since. It really amazes me that people can come up with stupid poses all the time. It never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJulSDrwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/rp8dRuNUCCY/s1600-h/DSC00735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJulSDrwI/AAAAAAAAA-0/rp8dRuNUCCY/s200/DSC00735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365275595712474882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah the male version.&lt;br /&gt;Tim, you have spiders stuck in your hair.  You hair totally resembles a cobweb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopps my bad. I don't know how to criticise you and the only thing I can think of is using your HAIR as a source of critique. I can't use your eyes to criticise because they have long lashes and almond shaped while I have eyes that none could care less. I can't use your nose to criticise because it's sharper than mine.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too long of the time rotting my youth away staring at four corners of the wall, observing the spiders threading their trap day by day that when I finally saw the opportunity to try to criticise you, the first thing that came to my mind was a cobweb. Well sorry dear. It's the only object I've been seeing for the past 5 years. :( I'm also sorry with the fact that I'm lacking of exposure that I once thought your hair resembled a rocker. I've spent far too long in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we did some Antibiotic testing on microbes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJu6Hks7I/AAAAAAAAA-8/xuWwLTpiLlo/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJu6Hks7I/AAAAAAAAA-8/xuWwLTpiLlo/s200/DSC00727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365275601305646002" border="0" /&gt;This is what I'm gonna do for the rest of my life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Time for my bootcamp training workout and off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I can't find my dumb bells and barbells. What am I gonna do???? They are my life! My soul! My everything!!!! What if there are some who doesn't admire in the efforts that I've put into creating this magnificient statuesque body???? I'm gonna cry like baby :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-4899743231133986159?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/4899743231133986159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=4899743231133986159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4899743231133986159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/4899743231133986159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/08/yippeeee-ive-nearly-finished-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/SnVJuYnaA5I/AAAAAAAAA-s/1wHjrncX63c/s72-c/DSC00741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-6277431964960401148</id><published>2009-08-01T09:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:55:15.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning morning everybody! I guess I'm back to my chirpy self this week. I'm still tired but not as emotional as last week. Funny what hormones can really do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just feel happier this week. So anyway nothing spectacular happened this week. Maybe for one. There was a huge drama going on in Facebook. All I can say is.. I find it very amusing. I enjoy watching it from the sidelines. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Well, although it involves my friend and other people I decided not to join in the fight. Only maybe throw in a few nonsensical comments that are not related to the fight. I was talking to my friend  so really, no drama from me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if I joined in the cat fight, it will only make me look stupid. If I joined in a cat fight that involves mostly MEN, I'll look even stupider. It's the funniest when several  seemingly macho men have to gang up on one guy just for war of words. O_O&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of kindergarten days. Ahhh the goood old memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun while it lasted. I have  never seen so many men got involved with a cat fight before. Meeeeeeeeeeow. I love watching big men fight like wussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to commemorate the dead catfight, let's play this anthem for all macho men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO43p2Wqc08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO43p2Wqc08&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's sing "macho macho man!!!!!!!!!!" Village people rock yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be kind enough to provide the lyrics as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body...wanna feel my body?&lt;br /&gt;Body...such a thrill my body&lt;br /&gt;Body...wanna touch my body?&lt;br /&gt;Body...it's too much my body&lt;br /&gt;Check it out my body, body.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you doubt my body, body.&lt;br /&gt;talkin' bout my body, body,&lt;br /&gt;check it out my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man wants to be a macho macho man&lt;br /&gt;to have the kind of body, always in demand&lt;br /&gt;Jogging in the mornings, go man go&lt;br /&gt;works out in the health spa, muscles glow&lt;br /&gt;You can best believe that, he's a macho man&lt;br /&gt;ready to get down with, anyone he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man (macho man)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho! Ow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body, its so hot, my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, love to pop my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, love to please my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, don't you tease my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, you'll adore my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, come explore my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, made by God, my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, it's so good, my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell a macho, he has a funky walk&lt;br /&gt;his western shirts and leather, always look so boss&lt;br /&gt;Funky with his body, he's a king&lt;br /&gt;call him Mister Eagle, dig his chains&lt;br /&gt;You can best believe that, he's a macho man&lt;br /&gt;likes to be the leader, he never dresses grand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho! (all right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man (yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho! All Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Macho..baby!&lt;br /&gt;Body, body, body wanna feel my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, body, body gonna thrill my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, body, body don'tcha stop my body,&lt;br /&gt;Body, body, body it's so hot my body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man ought to be a macho macho man,&lt;br /&gt;To live a life of freedom, machos make a stand,&lt;br /&gt;Have their own life style and ideals,&lt;br /&gt;Possess the strength and confidence, life's a steal,&lt;br /&gt;You can best believe that he's a macho man&lt;br /&gt;He's a special person in anybody's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man (macho man)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho! (dig the hair on my chest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man (see my big thick mustache)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho! (Dig broad shoulders)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man (dig my muscles!)&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be, a macho man&lt;br /&gt;Macho, macho man&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be a macho! HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forgot to mention one thing. Village people's were very popular within the gay community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"*continues singing macho man and prancing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6837416940323755668-6277431964960401148?l=naiteng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/feeds/6277431964960401148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6837416940323755668&amp;postID=6277431964960401148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6277431964960401148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6837416940323755668/posts/default/6277431964960401148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naiteng.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-morning-everybody-i-guess-im.html' title=''/><author><name>danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16020052130206741845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K1vGu1zesWY/THOkktv-LQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/h_ejOjPEDf8/S220/34626_407352336642_545986642_4985623_2638741_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6837416940323755668.post-8599951747690007239</id><published>2009-07-26T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:03:27.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of here and there.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I wrote a lacklustre blogpost yesterday. I couldn't help it. I was feeling tired, hungry, fed up and depressed; A rather common scene one can witness when I start attending uni. Right now at the moment, I'm devising a new plan to eradicate the ants colony in my house because the problem is spreading like an endemic. Call me heartless, call me evil but someone has to do the evil job of killing and I'm obliged to be the bad one here. &lt;div&gt;Besides, in my 21 years as a fellow human, I've possibly killed thousands of insects. Oh, somebody is definitely going to put me in hell for commiting the sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've become this sarcastic robot. I have no idea why but every now and then, my sentences seem to be filled with sarcasms but sadly, in IMU, sarcasm is not a common term which is well understood. Oh right, this is the first time in my life that I see there is no point of sarcasm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that a tragedy? People don't get sarcasm here. Why oh why?  Throwing a few sarcastic sentences will only make me look like a fool because they won't get it anyway. It's no fun when only a couple of them understands it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the worst thing that can happen to a sarcastic person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to commemorate the seemingly dead tradition
